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He wasn't really sure what to expect when he'd first been contacted by Sabrina and Oscar. The funeral was easy, despite the situation. Everyone was wrapped up in their individual thoughts or grief, as was he, that he was able to exist and function without any real difficulty. But now that was not the case and a lot had happened between now and the funeral. Most of his family had the time to perhaps start coming to terms with father's death, this "curse" had started turning all of them to stone unless they remained in Araminta, Shane had awakened... Through circumstances that he wouldn't fully disclose to anyone, his family least of all. 

He stood in the entrance hall for a few moments. Trying to discern exactly what his feelings were being back on the estate after promising himself that he wouldn't come back. Anger, calm, sorrow, happiness, peace, anxiety. Every conflicting feeling looped back in on itself and Shane found himself standing in his home feeling nothing at all. Save for noticing that the wood on the floor was beginning to show its signs of age.

Still, he lingered before entering the dining room. If nothing else it gave him a brief respite before having to share a room with his siblings. When Shane did finally enter he saw Ezra tending the flames of the fireplace, Oscar sorting through his notes but looking up to give Shane a brief smile and the majority of his sisters already sat at the dining table. He walked up and pulled out the chair that sat in the centre on the right side of the table. It's not one he particularly liked considering it placed him smack dab in the cross-hairs of just about everyone in the room, but it was the seat he always sat in growing up and the last thing he really wished to do was upset the harmony of the awkward silence hanging in the air.

Shane sat fairly stiff compared to his siblings. Folding his arms and maintaining his ever present neutral frown, with his eyes slanted downwards towards the table. He did look up briefly when Sabrina entered with LeBeau, to which the glorified housecat responded by baring its fangs at him, proving itself to be a Vanburen if nothing else.

Oscar began his presentation shortly thereafter. He'd found some supernatural experts to help deal with the Vanburen's "curse", causing Shane to inwardly cringe. He loved his brother and was willing to give him the benefit of the doubt considering he seemed to have a handle on this better than Shane did, but he also had a habit of getting [i]too[/i] enamoured by things. Sure, Shane had the ability to probably withstand being hit by a car now, but the term 'supernatural experts' did not fill him with a great degree of confidence.

Shane felt his sentiments echoed when Oscar announced his "experts" were already here and the typically unflappable Ezra gave a [colour=DarkGray]"Hold up. what?"[/colour]. It was a subtle tell but Shane didn't need investigative training to tell his eldest brother had his own doubts about Oscar's people, he damn sure didn't mishear him considering Ezra's typical meticulousness and the lack of any other noteworthy sound in the room. 

And in walked Oscar's experts. Two kids who looked about the same age as Georgie. One of whom immediately having to remove herself from the proceedings to use the bathroom. Shane was thankful Ezra took centre stage when Justin asked the Vanburens to tell him what they knew as Shane was still finding himself considering the slight possibility that Oscar had somehow crafted the most intricate practical joke Araminta had ever seen.

[colour=DarkGray]"I believe my other siblings would feel more at ease if you can show us that you are what you say you are before we continue.”[/colour] Ezra stated at the boy, leading Shane to realise he'd been half focused while his brother bore a hole into the kid with that stare he'd get when trying to figure out if you were lying. God knows Shane had seen it more than once.

Briefly, Shane considered asking a question of his own, he certainly had a few he'd like to know, but found no immediate words to say. Better to let his brothers and sisters steer the conversation for now he thought as he reached for the silver flask in his coat pocket to warm up the cold from outside and in.

[i][colour=SteelBlue]"Better to let them do all the talking, really."[/colour][/i] He concluded, quietly placing his flask back into his jacket.