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[color=FFD700]Time:[/color] Night
[color=FFD700]Location:[/color] Leblanc Home
[color=FFD700]Interactions:[/color] Violet [@princess] & Rose[@Tae]

Felix gave himself a look over in the full-length mirror propped up in the corner of his attic room. It had been a while since he’d been out but a combination of swimming and dressing dapper for his job had maintained his trim physique and style. He pulled on a pair of black Chelsea boots, tugging the hems of his skinny back jeans over the top before deciding on a variety of jewellery to wear. Hex had just finished debating on how many shirt buttons to leave open and was attempting to style his shaggy hair when he heard his cousin’s call as she descended the stairs a floor below. Perfect timing. He ran his hand through his mop of a fringe once more as he heard the front door slam violently open. His heart caught in his throat as a multitude of possibilities explanations ran through his mind, each scenario worse than the last. 

Rushing to the large front window he pressed his nose against the glass, promptly fogging the pane with his sigh of relief. He saw a male figure disappearing down the road as Violet strode powerfully over to her sister and crumpled up whatever message she’d been given. Felix felt a tingle as a stray breeze blew the scrap of paper into his newly reinforced Cingo terminus and it disintegrated in a brief flare of golden flame. [i][color=FFD700]So Vi was right to be suspicious… [/color][/i]


Suddenly aware that his spying face was readily visible to Rose, he quickly retreated back into his room, grabbing keys, wallet, phone and jacket before descending the stairs. The tension outside was palpable so he quickly shouted from the hallway, [color=FFD700][b]“Come on Rose! They’ll give away our table at this rate.”[/b][/color] He’d ask Violet for more of a lowdown while Rose got changed. Neither of his cousins had been very forthcoming about their time in Europe, a stark contrast to his reams of adventures. He'd finally settled into Ember Grove and even started to let his suspicions about the Coven fade. But within hours there was that suspicious older warlock in the Brew and now this shady dude from his cousins' past. Fuck it. They can be tomorrow Felix's problem. He needed vodka and a dancefloor. And preferably someone tall, dark and handsome.