July 3, 2023

It had been two days since Logan had returned home from school, the annoyance known as Clark tagging along. She had hoped they would have left by now but the girl was not quite sure when they were going to leave at this point. Octavius was honestly not as bad as her father had made him out to be in the past, but Clark was a completely different story. Logan could not stand the boy and did not feel bad in the slightest that she had punched him the day they had arrived. Her father hoped things would get better between the cousins, but Logan did not see it happening any time soon.

Currently the girl was stood in the barn in her riding breeches and a polo shirt, a soft brush held loosely in her hand as she ran it over the side of Jupiter. "Please behave today," she muttered to the gelding as he snorted and stomped his hooves. The large horse was known for his attitude and not having been properly ridden since Logan was last home made him even moodier. Over the next few days the brunette was going to slowly work with all of her horses, hoping to get them all back into shape. She did not think she was going to compete at all this summer, but it would be nice to at least work on both her skills and the horses skills in the coming months. "We are taking it easy today bud," she spoke again to the gelding as she tossed the brush into her grooming bucket and grabbed the saddle pad sitting on the stall door.

Unfortunately, Clark had to, still, remain with his mean cousin who punched and kicked him when he simply just knocked on his family's door. No, it wasn't Clark's immediate family, but rather his cousin and so on. The family tree only got more confusing. For some reason, purebloods like having a confusing family tree.

He made sure to take along a bag filled to the brim with Dragon Dung. He would make sure payback was granted for kicking and punching him. He stuffed his hand into the bag of foul smelling dung- and hid his arms behind his back... and walked up behind Logan. "Hi tuna girl. How are ya doing? Is this... the real Logan?" He said, attempting to get on her nerves but at the same time also look incredibly innocent.

And now, the time of the ambush. He withdrew his hand from the bag behind his back and threw it on her fresh polo. He laughed manically, and then attempted to hide on the other side of the horse that Logan seemed to have been taking care of.

"Logan. That was the smell of sweet revenge. I have a full bag of it, try and stop me, I will continue." The 4 foot goblin said, grinning from ear to ear with a sense of chaos in his tone.

Logan had not heard the boy entering the barn initially, not until he was already right behind her. "Clark...what are you doing out here?" she questioned, making an attempt to turn around to face the boy. The girl never made it to face the boy though as she was suddenly covered in dragon dung. "CLARK!!" She yelled out as she looked down at her once clean shirt. In the process of getting covered in dragon, some of it had splattered onto the saddle pad on the horse's back.

"Could you behave around the horses," the girl snapped. The large gelding between the two was now worked up, stomping and throwing his head around in the cross ties. She did not see a reason to chase the boy around, not finding it worth the trouble, although she would have to get back at him later. No matter how much the Hufflepuff hated the boy, she did not want to endanger him, Jupiter, or herself, especially with the large gelding now throwing a fit. There was no way she was going to be able to ride the horse now without risk of getting thrown so she was going to have to put him out in the pasture to calm down a bit and work with one of the other horses.

"Thanks Clark, really mature of you." She snapped once more as she grabbed the saddle pad and tossed it onto the ground beside her grooming bucket, it was going to have to be washed later now. Not only that but it was going to take forever to get the smell out of this shirt, luckily it was not one of her favorites but she did not want to have to go back inside to change.

As easily as she could, Logan clipped the lead rope onto the halter of the gelding and unclipped him from the cross ties. "If you are going to be in here, you are going to help me." She called out to the boy as the gelding tossed his head and moved around a bit, getting rather close to the small boy. Hopefully he would behave if Logan ignored his chaotic behavior, but she had no hope in that.

Almost a need to snap at the girl in front of him, Clark felt like he was being dejected. Yes he was getting the attention he so craved, but it wasn't... feeling right. The part goblin just walked over to Logan and hung his head low, but in his hands, he had the bag. Then his face creaked with a sense of unwanted and unwarrented mischief. He dumped the entire bag on Logan. Pants, Shirt, Shoes, and so on.

"Listen, Tuna Girl. I moved up this year, my father teaches astronomy now, I am on top of the world!" He said, making himself sound like an entitled selfish brat.

He knew perfectly well what he was saying and doing. Even if it didn't feel right morally, he knew he would keep up the 'good work' simply by wrecking havoc wherever he went. Just as long as his father didn't know, he would be just fine.

"Yes, I'm a wonderful person. hey, a little tip... Don't mess with my life." He said, trying to boost the intention that he would be the one who brings the end of the world, when it was his cousin that was stronger than he was and knew more spells- and likely was trusted more.

Logan froze in her steps at the feeling of the dragon dung completely covering her, Jupiter yanking his head up at the sudden stop. She took a deep breath, nearly gagging at the scent, but managed to hold it in. "Don't mess with your life! Clark, you just showed up on the doorstep of my house suddenly and expected me to just accept the fact you were moving in here. I have done nothing to you!" She snapped at the boy with a glare as she held tightly to the lead rope. She didn't want to accidently release the already agitated horse.

"You have until I release him into the pasture, then you better be running," she snapped as she turned back around and made her way towards the pasture right outside of the barn. It felt good to snap at the boy. Why did he think he was better than everyone else just because his father was a professor, it didn't get him anything special really unless Octavius was giving him better grades than he should, but she did not think the man was going to risk his job just to give his son a better grade.

Logan was not sure if the boy had taken off yet, but she was almost to the pasture gate, the large gelding pulled at the lead to be released with Mercury who stood near the gate. The Hufflepuff was not sure how fast the short boy could run, but she went jogging every morning and hoped her constant exercise would give her an advantage of catching the boy.

Oh crap. Things just got real. Clark felt himself throwing the bag down on the ground, and darting out of the barn door. He attempted to find a ladder or something on the side of the building, but while he couldn't find a ladder on the side, nor hay- but if there were hay he weren't looking for it. He found a tree that was growing. Granted, it was a sapling and not necessarily mature.

But Clark, being 4 foot tall, figured he could find a place to hide. Brilliant. Right behind that little sapling. But when he heard a neigh, he realized he was in a crappy spot and that he needed to find some place that was definitely better, and perhaps not quite as thin so Clark could effectively hide. But where?

Ah, he found the perfect spot. He ran straight towards the house, not caring whether Logan was right up on his heels or not. He was going to slam the door and make it known he was in a 'protected zone'

Well. Even if it were protected or not, Clark would've still been a brother and punched one of his siblings if they were as much a jerk to him like he was to Logan. But it wasn't Clark's turn this time. Instead, Clark was the victim. The victim hiding in the family house.

Logan took her last steady steps to the pasture and through the gate open, releasing Jupiter into the sizable field. She barely checked to make sure the gate was completely closed before she was tossing the halter and lead rope onto the ground and taking off at a sprint after Clark.

"Get back hear you little gremlin!" The boy had already taken off running before she had released the gelding into the pasture, but she had seen him head towards the house and soon after heard the slam of the back door. "I am going to kill him," the brunette muttered angrily as she slid to a stop and threw the door open.

"COME HERE CLARK!!" The girl's voice could be heard throughout the house, but her father was still at work for who knows how long, Octavius had to work summer camp, and Aunt Hannah was now living in town with her boyfriend. This meant that there was no one to really stop the girl in her chase or scold her for running through the house screaming. Taking her best guess, she listened carefully for any movement as she stepped through the back entry. She knew he had heard her yell and any sensible person would run, so where was he at.

Hiding within the house, he heard Tuna Girl's voice. Crap. And there was no adult at home. CRAP he was terrified, but at the same time, how could he get out of this mess he got himself into? Wait, maybe he could get out of this issue with his own solution. He yelled out for the twins, specifically Logan's twins. "RORIK! ALEX! I NEED TO SEE YOU RIGHT NOW." He said, trying to get them to come into the living room. Whether they came in or not, Clark didn't care.

He was in the midst of trying to get himself hidden. He then found the twins lifting up the couch for some reason, but didn't care to pay enough attention as to why they were doing so. Instead, Clark had the bright idea to run straight forward and then jump and bellyflop on the floor as the couch came crashing down onto the ground. This was the type of couch that seemed to not allow you to see underneath it, so Clark was basically trapped underneath. Unless Logan had a sense of smell outside of the dragon dung, Clark was safe.

Hopefully.

There was no promises, and Clark was surely already in deep enough trouble.

Logan could hear Clark yell for the twins, as well as the footsteps of the short boy. Okay, so she knew what side of the house he was on but where on that side of the house. He definitely had not gone upstairs because she would have heard the fifth step squeak, so that left the living room, bathroom, and the closets in that hall. "Come out, come out wherever you are, Clark!" She called out angrily.

At this point she knew the twins had probably helped him, so wherever the twins were, Clark was probably hiding somewhere. The issue was that Clark was much smaller than she was and would easily be able to hide somewhere she could not see nor get to. Finally making her way into that side of the house, she noticed the twins sitting in the living room.

"Where is he at boys?" She questioned with her arms crossed, visibly gagging at the sudden smell of dragon dung that hit her again. It had not been that bad while she was outside or while she was running around because that was not what she was focused on, but being stationary made the smell a lot worse.

Neither boy responded to the girl, both having smirks on their faces as the pulled their shirts over their noses and ran out of the room laughing. She was definitely going to have to get back at those two later for joining in on the chaos.

That pungent smell of Dragon Dung was in the living room. No. How the hell was he going to get out of the house when Logan was in the exact same room. He heard footsteps departing leaving- and laughing. Well, they didn't snitch on Clark, so perhaps that was a bona fide moment. But, more importantly, the girl was still in the living room. "Logan." He said, trying to imitate a ghostly sound as an attempt to scare her the hell away.

"There's no one under the couch." He said, again trying to repeat the ghostly illusion. If anything, Clark was both bad at acting and bad at lying. Especially when the ghostly sound was simply Clark's absolutely normal voice. "Get out of here, you can find him-" And then he stopped, realizing what he had just done.

He couldn't have shut the hell up for the duration? He was currently stuck underneath the couch, obviously, with nowhere else to try and evade to. So the question was, should he continue and talk and give himself away, or should he just allow himself to be found? He was doomed either way.

"Listen rat girl. You smell like crap." He said, trying his hardest to hurt Logan spiritually.