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with their voices soft as thunder

Kit couldn't hold back a smile at Ollie's jesting. Rolling his eyes, he shook his head at Echo. "No, I expect you to sit and watch me eat," he quipped, helping himself to a glass of juice as Ollie piled food onto his and Echo's plates, ruining Kit's attempt at humour. He went quiet and focused on eating as Ollie asked Echo a question that made Kit slightly uncomfortable. Echo did smell good, but complimenting her on it in front of Kit was just opening up a flirtatious avenue that Kit didn't want to be dragged down. Ollie probably didn't even realise he was doing it, which only added to Kit's sense of awkwardness. He crunched his toast like his life depended on it.



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tag: Oliver Osiris Devereaux and Echo Arista Everwood
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with their voices soft as thunder

Kit nodded, a frown on his face as he followed Ollie inside the house, closing the front door behind him. "What's going on? Where's Dora?" he asked. pausing in the living room doorway to watch Pansy fall on her bum as she explored the room. She turned her head and clapped her hands at the sight of him, her little face lighting up. "Tit!" she cried, beaming. Jaw tightening at the mispronunciation and his brother witnessing it, Kit crossed the room and scooped her up. "Uncle Kit," he told her, emphasising the word, hoping she'd get it right one day and not call him Tit forever. He didn't even look at Ollie. Pansy was busy pinching Kit's cheeks which was a welcome distraction.



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with their voices soft as thunder

Saturday morning. His first day of freedom. No work, no siblings, no stress. Kit had been up for hours, and after showering and having a quick breakfast, he decided to take himself out for the day. Just him and the bright sun warming his soul. He thought about treating himself to some new books, buying himself lunch later, picking up some flowers from that little stall at the end of Diagon Alley for the vase that had been sitting empty in the hall all week. He headed out, pulling the front door shut and locking up behind him. Nutmeg lane was deserted, the sun beating down on the flags, a light breeze blowing his hair as he walked down the road towards the quiet corner he favoured for apparition. And then a flaming note smacked him right in the face.

Kit reared back, spluttering at the heat and reaching a hand up to snatch the note from the air. What the hell? Glancing around to make sure he was actually alone, Kit looked over the note, recognising Ollie's handwriting immediately, his heart sinking as he realised that he wasn't going shopping after all. Kit scrunched up the note and stuffed it in his pocket, his pace hurried now as he headed for the corner, disapparating without hesitation. Dora's house looked peaceful, but Kit could hear the sounds of Ollie trying to entertain Pansy coming from inside. He rang the doorbell and tapped his foot impatiently as he waited for his brother to open the door.



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with their voices soft as thunder

He tried to walk silently down the hall, pausing at the top of the stairs to listen as Azrael's meowing caught his ear. Silas greeted the crazy cat a second later, and Kit sighed. 'Nooo, Azrael!' As if Kit needed anyone else ganging up on him with his Silas problem. First Q, now the cat. He considered turning and running back to his room, leaving Silas and his new best friend to entertain each other for a while, but his father had taught him good manners, and despite him being occasionally rude, he just couldn't bring himself to stoop to that level of offensive.

So, he padded down the stairs as softly as he could, walking into the kitchen and sparing a quick uninterested glance in Silas and Azrael's direction. 'Traitor,' he thought, with a quick glare at the cat. Azrael ignored him and carried on rubbing himself all over Silas. Kit turned on the kettle to make himself some coffee, sure he wouldn't sleep a wink all night. He had no idea what to say to Silas. He'd already offered a drink and a bed. Aside from inviting him to snuggle on the couch with a good book, there wasn't much left to say. "So, it's just the two of us for a few days," he said awkwardly. Azrael meowed in protest at being left out, but Kit ignored him. 'Arsehole.'



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with their voices soft as thunder

Later? Oh, shit. Silas was going to creep into his room in the middle of the night. Naked. Images danced through Kit's mind again, and he closed his eyes for a second, annoyed with himself. "I'm not worried," he said, lip curling with attitude. He gave Silas a suspicious sideways glance as he passed him, heading for the door. "I'll go and do that," he said, fleeing the kitchen. He had no intention of sending a message to Ollie just yet. Kit's first objective was to put a top on. He felt completely exposed and vulnerable half naked in front of Silas.

He sped to his room and shut the door as quietly as he could, trying not to give away which door it was since the vampire would definitely be listening. Kit rummaged in his drawer until he found a t-shirt that wouldn't make him too hot while he slept - if he slept - and pulled it on over his head, messing his hair up. Kit didn't notice, he just rushed to the bedside table and scribbled a quick note to Ollie. Got a vampire "guest" staying for a few days, don't come home. I'll message when it's safe. He held the note aloft and it burst into flames between his fingers. Satisfied, Kit hurried to the door, opening it silently and slipping out into the hall.



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with their voices soft as thunder

Kit pulled a face. He hated it when Q was the more sensible one out of them. It didn't happen often, but when it did, it tended to be profound. Dumbledore wouldn't trust a murderous monster, would he? Kit doubted it, which made it hard for him to cling to the notion that Silas was potentially a bad person. "Maybe you're right," Kit admitted. And maybe it didn't matter. He still wasn't confident enough to make the first move with Silas, no matter how much he might want to. He sighed and pushed himself up from the wall, holding a hand out to Q. "Let's get out of here," he said, the smell of sweat getting to him.



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with their voices soft as thunder

Kit snorted. He could hear Roxanne just fine, though he kind of wished he couldn't. Echo was enthusiastic at best, she could hold a tune, but it wasn't as endearing to Kit as it might be to Ollie. He blocked it out as best he could as Ollie stood up to have a quick wash at the sink. Kit was surprised by his question. "Why would you even ask that?" Kit frowned, serving up the rest of the eggs and toast. "She'd take a spell for all three of my siblings, she's more than okay." She'd fire a spell for them, too, if it came down to it. Kit didn't think Ollie could have picked a better girl to date. He supposed he'd never said it out loud, though.



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tag: Oliver Osiris Devereaux and Echo Arista Everwood
words: 174
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outfit: Jeans, black t-shirt, boots. I'm so lazy with outfits lately.