The Bairdic Magic pv Logan Baird closed

Logan was not exactly sure what had happened, everything had happened so quickly. One moment the girl was answering the door, the next she was being pulled back by her father after having swung at the boy at the door. She knew who it was rather well, the boy who had covered her bed in Tuna and other dead fish. It had taken her nearly a week to get the smell out of the dorm room, a few more before the smell came out of her sheets. Not only that but she had to clean up the vomit of another student because of the smell. "Why the hell are you here?" She spat in anger as her father gently shoved her back slightly.

The Hufflepuff could see her father looking back at her in question, she had told him about the boy who had covered her sleeping area in Tuna but never told him the name of the student. That may have been because she was not completely aware of his name at the time. "Logan, this is my cousin Octavius and his sons. Now why don't you cool down some and remember your manners." Logan only shoved her father's hand off of her shoulder and stepped back into the entrance of the large manor, watching in distaste as her father let the group into their home. She remembered her father talking about Octavius in the past, he was not really liked in the family but apparently her father still considered him family if he was allowing them into their home.

Out of nowhere, Clark fell to the ground, stunned. Upon looking back at the door in which he knocked upon, he saw... THAT GIRL!

His right eye was blurred with a bit of mistiness- a lump felt like it was evolving. He staggered to his feet. "Wh- TUNA GIRL! YOU D- YOU DONT BELONG HERE! YOU'RE NOT A BAIRD! YOU ARE A- A- A UH- A NOT BAIRD!"

Clark heard a unamused cough, showing that someone was not happy with his behavior. Turning around, he saw that it was his dad.

And then the question as to "why" he was here. Well, the answer was simple, but why should he reveal it to this.. girl. "Tuna girl, I am family, don't you dare try to shut me out of this house. After all, you're not a Baird! I obviously belong here."

Then his facial features softened as he shoved Logan out of his way, just a smidge, and ran inside. He wasn't an awful person but he didn't want to spend all of his time outside. "Oh, Tuna Girl, don't forget that I like my steak cooked well-done! It's a little obvious, but I take it you don't want to do anything for your amazing... friend. After all, I'm sure your cat loved the well--- bed." His face grew darker again.

Logan closed her eyes in frustration at the voice of the younger male stood in front of her. 'Don't do it' she thought to herself 'you are only going to get in trouble.' The angel on her shoulder was telling her it was not worth the risk, getting in trouble and being grounded over spring break was worse than just dealing with the boy. Logan was actually starting to side with the little angel , managing to calm herself down until the boy shoved passed her and began making demands.

The Hufflepuff was not even sure when the little devil on her shoulder started screaming at her to kick the boy but the next thing she knew she was aiming a kick at the boy who had entered her house. Her father had not expected it although he should have. The man knew his daughter well enough to know she had a bit of a temper sometimes, having been on the receiving end of it on occasion throughout the girl's life. "Listen hear you little brat." She snapped at the short boy, "Just because you are staying here does not mean I have to like you in any way, shape, or form."

The girl knew her father was not going to be happy with this, although she got the temper from him so it was his fault really. He also should have told his children that there were going to be people staying with them and maybe she would have had time to prepare herself for the monstrosity of an introduction this had become. Maybe, if she was really lucky, the boy would do something stupid enough her father would kick them out and she would never have to deal with him again.

He was find himself in the car at the steering wheel. But only would step out, when the door opened. The door to his relatives house. And who knows how much his brother just wanted to see him again.

It was probably not as desirable as many would wish, but he was there. He did not want to spend any more time with Carter.

He wanted to focus more on bettering Clark, bettering Simon and Ben.

But it will be difficult as he already knew Clark we just spend all his time getting in trouble back at Hogwarts. It wasn’t like it was a straight up secret.

But if Clark didn’t know that by this point, Octavius had to admit that maybe his son was a bit too self conceited with himself. Especially if he wouldn’t pay any attention to anybody else who lives with him or close to him.

Got out of the car, and just looked at Logan. “My apologies for Clark. Between you and me, he can be a bit of a jerk. I’m gonna go talk to your father. So, would you mind if I took over a broom of some sort. Especially the carpet bathrooms, I’ve been looking forward to that. Carter was pretty cruel and decided to rip out all the carpet in our old house.”

That said, he walked inside. Simon and Ben trailed.

Did tuna girl really just call him a brat? That sniveling little toad.

“Listen here I don’t give a fuck who you are. Oh crap, dad’s here. I don’t know why you’re trying to mess with me. Mess with my mind. That is absolutely horrendous of yo—owwwwwwwwwwwww.” Clark exclaimed out in pain as he was kicked.

But it seems that his dad wasn’t paying attention. His dad seems to be a bit more concentrated on something semi important. The carpeted bathrooms. Great, Clark will forever be stuck with rivalries between relatives. It was almost like Logan and Clark were siblings, but they were cruel to each other. The good thing was, they are siblings. They’re simply just cousins.

He took off, running to the kitchen. But it hit him, he didn’t know where anything was. All he wanted, or something crunchy to eat. Like some potato chips, or perhaps some fried chicken. While those are obviously not their national Cousines, it’s always nice to try something new. And that was not Clark’s first attempt, but it got him addicted, and he loves the food.

“Hey Dad! Where the hell is the food? I’m starving. Hey tuna girl. Tuna girl. Hello, I’m talking to you. Would you mind getting me something to eat. Come on now. I know perfectly well that you can hear me.”