Estella
"Bed. Now."

Marcus Flint let out a long, groan as he placed his hands on his Dad's knees, jumping up and down in protest. "But I wanna see Stella and Jacob! PLEEEEASE, DAAAAAD?" Caden leaned forward on the couch, and raised his brows. "What did I say?" "But why not?!" "Because I said so." "But they're coming over!" "Marcus, they are coming over to sleep, which is what you're supposed to be doing right now." "But-" "If you're not in that bed by the time I count to 3, you're going to be in your room all day tomorrow." The boy jumped up and down, letting out whine after whine. "1." Marcus frowned greatly and stomped away, going upstairs like he was supposed to do about 10 minutes ago after he had gotten up to get a glass of water. There was silence once he got to the top of the stairs.


"...2!"

Footsteps moved upstairs, and there was the sound of a door slamming, which just made Caden's headache even worse than it already was. Leaning back on the couch, he raised his hands to press his palms against his closed eyes, trying to get the pain to go away. He thought that these last 2 weeks were never going to end, between the new M.A.G.I.C. law and Quidditch. Then again, one had to do with the other, didn't it? The only reason he was working 3 times at hard at the game was because of that God damn law. So, when he realized that his jersey was missing, he was not in the best of moods. He thought his son had taken it again at first, since there had been a time when he thought it made a fantastic blanket, but it wasn't there. That only left one other place. Estella's. When she confirmed that it was there, he felt just a bit of relief, knowing it wasn't in a ditch somewhere.

She really just needed to hurry up, because he was certain if she took any longer his headache would just be worse and she probably wouldn't want to be around him at all. Not something he needed at the moment.