Troll (Clark) The Ancient Yuletide Carols pv Logan Closed

Logan didn't want to attend the Christmas dinner, given the opportunity she would avoid having to see Octavius and his group of children at all. It was not like they were awful people, with the exception of Clark, but the Hufflepuff just did not like them. Her father was not the biggest fan of the group either, but Hannah was forcing them to go and attempt to stay civil with the other group of Bairds.

"Do we really have to go to this dinner?" the 16 year old questioned her father as she leant against his bedroom door. Her father stood in front of a mirror in his room, adjusting a red tie that sat snuggly in place. The girl could see him glancing at her from the corner of his eyes and she knew what his answer was going to be without him even saying anything. "I am just saying. You don't like Octavius either so I don't see why we have to attend. I know aunt Hannah really wants things to stay civil but we can do that without having to visit them." Any other day he probably would have agreed with her but he did not really want to anger his younger sister at the moment.

"Go make sure your brother's are ready to leave." Was the only answer that she got, knowing that her brothers were not the biggest fans of Clark, she knew this was going to be an interesting evening. Logan raised her hands in surrender before turning to find her brothers. They were exactly where she knew they would be, sitting in Rorik's room not even close to being ready.

"Father wants you both to be ready to leave soon. Just make sure you are wearing something slighting presentable." She called out to them as she walked passed the room. Honestly, if it would not make them look like slobs, Logan would let the twins wear their pajamas, but they needed to make themselves presentable.

Logan sat on the couch in the entrance of their large home, waiting for the others to come down as she ran her hand gently over Sherlock's spine. "If I come home in a ruined outfit, I am sending you to attack Clark as soon as we see him next." She muttered to the cat nearly silently. With the sound of footsteps coming down the stairs, the Hufflepuff stood up as her father and brothers came down the staircase. Her brothers were wearing similar red dress shirts and black dress pants, her father was wearing his standard black suit and pants with a red tie. The family matching well when including Logan's red sweater and black leggings.

"Let's get this over with," she heard her father mutter under his breath as they made their way to the floo to visit Octavius and his family for a Christmas dinner.

Clark was ready to get out of his room, feeling like it was hotter than a sauna, even if he were not laying under his sheets. “Dad,” He started, taking a deep gaze into his father’s eyes, trying to make his face as innocent as possible and try to look as if he were pleading, like a puppy dog!

Ugh, well, he got bored of the face rather quickly, it felt like it was stretching his face too much. Must be an easy way to gain wrinkles. “Dad,” He ended his word, thinking he wouldn’t get to ask a question. He shot into the bathroom as quickly as he could so he could get the hot water before the brothers could.

– Took a shower/skipping that part

He looked in the mirror, grabbing some Old Spice deodorant, and rubbing the white material on his armpit a few times. When he finished applying it on the right, he switched to the left. He put the stick down and lifted up his arms to sniff. “I smell gooooddd.” He said, trying to put a face of “coolness” and attempted ot make the voice sound smooth.

Nay, that wouldn’t happen but he thought he was cool enough to do that, to live that illusion.

He walked out of the bathroom, moving over to the couch to sit down, before he saw his cousins appear via the floo in his fireplace. “GOD DAMN IT! WHAT THE FUCK?” He yelled, both surprised but not surprised at the same time. He knew they were coming but apparently not at his front door. “Knock next time, fuck.”

@Logan Baird @Octavius Baird

Logan jumped at the sudden sound of her cousin yelling from somewhere in the room as her brother's appeared by floo behind her. She had a response on the tip of her tongue but the feeling of her father's hand on her shoulder felt like a warning to not give in. The Hufflepuff gave her cousin a scathing look as she muttered under her breath "How about knocking your head against the wall, instead?" She thought she was quiet enough, but the tightening of her father's hand said otherwise.

"There is no need for the cursing. Where is your father at?" Logan heard her father say as professionally as possible. Clark annoyed him as much as he annoyed Logan and there were many letters between her father and herself about the tormenting the boy did to her at school. Her father had said about talking to Octavius about it, but had apparently not gotten around to it yet.

Glancing back at her brothers from her father's side, Logan could see that neither one of them were too interested in what was happening as they looked around the room. The girl decided to take the time to look around as well, Octavius's house was much different than Baird Manor. Honestly, the girl was not sure what her opinion on the house was but it was definitely something else.

Octavius heard some words out of his goblin son's mouth and groaned. Oh, where in the world did he go wrong? Where did he screw up! He didn't cuss that much with Clark around.. perhaps he learned it from the neighbors.. yeah surely that was it. Or maybe its in whatever Clark reads or sees. He didn't know for sure exactly how he could explain it. He was a civilized adult.

He looked over at Adam as he floo'd in. Okay, slightly civilized. He ran a house of rambunctious people, he just got dealt the worst hand, but he would not give it up for the world.

He heard Logan's threat to Clark and chose to ignore it. He walked over to Adam and gave him a hug, thanking him for showing up. He crouched down to the height of the twin brothers and allowed them to give him a hug if they so wished to. "I hope you two are having a good day so far, Rorik and Alex. I hope you guys had a merry christmas, I have some gifts for you all, but let us wait to open it until after dinner."

He stood up, turning towards Logan. "Hello." Simple, direct and very plain. "How are you?" He tilted his head onto its side and gave Clark the 'what the hell do you think you're doing? be nice. or else.' look.

"Come, come!" He said, addressing them all as a whole. "Take a seat, or look around. Whatever. Adam, if you have anything, feel free to put them over there under the tree. I apologize for my look but I may have messed up brewing the beauty potion."

Without saying another word, he headed into the kitchen to pull some foods out of the refrigerator and out of the oven.

@Logan Baird @Clark Baird

He snarled as Logan spoke to him, threatening to knock his head against the wall. He stood up from his seat and spit at her, aiming for her face. "Try me." He said, the tone in his voice dangerous. He sat back down on the couch and crossed his arms with anger. He waved at the twins, giving them the smile he refuses to give Logan, a simple attempt to try and anger her.

He called them over by their names, Rorik and Alex. "Hey guys, do you want to play a game?" He looked up at Logan, a face of wicked mischief hung, frozen on his head. "How about a game of 'shove your sister into the wall so Clark can use the full body bind on her'? He didn't care what the answer was, he was not planning on pulling out his wand yet. He just wanted a reaction.

He ignored his father's look. He stood up, but getting onto the couch again to match the height of Logan, ignoring that his feet was sinking into the couch and that he felt he was losing his balance slightly. "Oh dear me, it seems you never lost the smell of dragon dung. Or of the rotten tuna!" He cackled, the horrid sound ringing in the living room.

@Logan Baird

Logan nearly laughed as her brothers completely ignored Octavius' attempt at giving them a hug, hearing their short mutters of "It was fine," before they turned to look away from the man. This only made their father give them a harsh look in response, but they technically had not done anything wrong and he would never force his children to give someone else a hug. They had turned to Clark rather quickly, after hearing him speak but Alexander responded with a quick, "You can't do magic out of school." and left it at that. Logan kind of enjoyed the fact that her brothers did not get along with the boy either, at least they had the opportunity to avoid him at school.

The almost smile on her face dropped almost instantly though, as the man quickly turned and spoke to her next. "It was lovely until now." Was her only response, sending a harsh look at Clark as she heard his laughter about the smell of dragon dung and rotten fish. She had spent weeks attempting to get those smells out of her clothes and bedding and had actually ended up throwing the bedding out in the end. Luckily she was not attached to that stuff at all.

Logan was not too certain if she wanted to sit down on their furniture, but finally decided to choose the open seat furthest from Clark. At least she could attempt to stay as far away from him as possible to avoid conflict. Glancing up, she watching her father place a few small wrapped gifts under the tree for Octavius' family. It was nothing much, as they did not know what they family like, but Logan did hope that Clark hated his with a passion.

Clark stared at the girl, his brows furrowed. "Yeah? Well at least I know how to have fun. All you do is sit around and do boring things. You suck at fun." He hoped it was enough to hurt the girl, otherwise he could just pull out the products that would make her stink all over again.

He looked at her brothers and lunged at Alex. "Then it won't be magic that I will use." He shoved Alex on the ground and sat on his stomach. "I'll just do this instead." He said with malice in his voice. He remained sitting as he turned back to talk to Logan. "Okay, girl. Tuna girl, what do you want me to do? Lock myself in my room? That is not happening." He said, his face lament with mock disappointment.

Clark hated that the brothers were a whole foot taller than he was, it made him feel like a tiny person. Now, he may be tiny, but he sure as hell was not a human like they were, so perhaps he should thank his stupid mother for giving him the genes of being short. "Thanks mom." He muttered out loud, his voice cold and his face scrunched.

He looked at the presents under the tree and hoped he got a letter from @Alyssea Brown professing her undying love to him and of her apologizing for hating him for spiking her drink.

Unrealistic and completely false, Clark knew that was never going to happen and he knew he was in the wrong but one could only hope.

@Logan Baird

Octavius had to say he was a little disappointed he didn't get a hug, but it's alright. He knew Adam's way. Adam was the type of person that didn't coerce hugging in return for a hug. Honestly, Octavius wished he would've done that earlier in Simon and Ben's life, in Clark's too but Clark's relevance was insignificant when it came to a hug because he'd just hurt you then.

He smiled, happy that the family at least cared about his, even if he screwed up with one of them. He looked at Adam and waved him over, gesturing him to the food. "So, I know that the popular opinion is that the food does not look too good, but I found a recipe book from the '70s and it had Christmas Dinner meals in it, so I figured I'd make some. I hope you will enjoy it, but honestly, I do not think I hold high hopes for your sons because they are pretty blunt about what they dislike. Plus, the tone in their voice came off a little rude. I can let you hold the fort down for a bit if you think I can find them a better christmas present?" Honestly, Octavius was not expecting a 'yes' so he was hoping a simple no would be said, so he wouldn't have to waste so much time going to get Adam's sons a present that they'll like.

Nothing wrong with spoiling the kids, but sometimes they can be total jerks and Octavius wished they would appreciate the thought, that he cared about the family rather than secluding themselves entirely like some other families in the world who do not like spending time with their family.

His eyes moved away from Adam, lingering on Logan. "Has she been okay? She seems a little tense." He wondered if Adam threatened them to come. "Did you tell them they would lose a game or a horse or something if they did not come or behave?"

He grabbed a wine glass and a fork, gently tapping on it. "Hey guys, come take a seat. We're going to go ahead and eat."

@Logan Baird @Clark Baird