Two Sides of a Door [Broom Closet]

[Tamis Raynor]

15 January 2008
10:48 pm


Shifting position, the Deputy rearranged her robes so that they comforted her bare feet from the stone floors. The nearest torch flickered meagerly four feet away, its heat insufficient in warming the floor from the lingering winter frost. Once satisfied, she drew her arms loosely around her drawn-up knees and leaned back against the Broom Closet door.

A long and low breath escaped her lips, gray eyes glancing every so often at the four Deva stationed along the Entrance Hall, their silhouettes just visible in the dim light. It had been a few hours now since her bargain with Shaw. The Great Hall had become too much to bare. As predicted, the students did not understand; many times she found a number of them glaring at her as hard as they were at Robert. And could she truly blame them? She had chosen older students with two younger, the majority of which had come from her own house, and one of which had been Andrew Thornton. It had been necessary; she had to keep telling herself that. Shaw had been unsuspecting; something she knew could only have been accomplished by playing into her own bias. He believed her to be predictable and she had given him predictable.

Closing her eyes, Tamis ran a hand through her hair in frustration. She could feel the Deva sentries watching her from their posts, but paid them little heed. Instead, she continued to try and listen for sounds from within the broom closet. It had not taken her long to find out where they had stashed Devin Brady. The closet was the only door locked on the accessible sections of the Great Hall and the nearest sentinel had started to snicker when she tried the handle. It had not taken a Ravenclaw’s wit to put the pieces together.

Why on earth had she even been looking for the man, one might ask? That was an excellent question. After all, the two had been childhood nemeses and to the day could not seem to stand each other’s presence for more than ten minutes before they began to bicker like five year olds. The only reason why she had hired the man was because he had been qualified and she could be sure he was not another Deva spy. So why seek him out? He was still a member of her staff, and as such, she wanted to make sure he was still among the living – and he had such a negative opinion of her already that his scrutiny would be withstand-able. It was a small and pitiful comfort, but knowing that he hated her before the “release” of the six students was soothing.

She tried not to think too much on the Six’s fate. They were all capable, that had been why she chose them for their task, but it was still dangerous. The one thing she had promised was to never put students in danger… it looked like she was betraying a lot of people of late; including herself.

Something rustled from within the closet and Raynor tilted her head to improve her hearing.

“Finally awake, are you?” She asked sourly through the wooden obstacle.


[Brady/Open]

[Devin Brady]

When Devin came to he found himself in a very dark little space. This wasn't right, where could he be? Than he realized, he was in a broom closet. He growled darkly, this had not been the place he expected to end up. The man reached down to search for a wand, but his was gone, and the one from the Artemis boy was in his robes. This made him all the angrier, not to mention the fact that his head was pounding. He remembered the instance, he shouldn't have such a bad headache, unless it was due to who moved him. Sighing he found himself sitting in the close space. Unable to free himself from the closet with a wand, he felt at a loss. Was it possible he could force his way out, unlikely. It wasn't till a voice caught his ear, that he got really angry.

“Finally awake, are you?” She asked sourly through the wooden obstacle.

"No thanks to you," he said with a pure dislike. He would have liked to say she could have saved him, but that would probably take a wand. Something neither had, unless she had a trick up her sleeve. "Let me out, Tamis, or Merlin help me I will make your life a living hell." As things couldn't get any worse. Stuck in a closet, with a terrible head ache, wandless, and with your archenemy at the door. He almost wished to stay in the closet. But what good would that do the children? It took him a second, did he just honestly think that? The children, no matter how much they disliked him, were his first thought, shocking in the least.

[Tamis Raynor]

(( Apologies on delay. ))

"No thanks to you." A mutual tone of dislike, only slightly muffled by the wooden barrier. Oh yes, the man would be fine. It had not been a soft fall that he had suffered and nor did taking a stunner at such a close range as he had ever end well, but the minuscule part of her brain that had been buzzing concern was abruptly silenced. If he could work up enough energy to show his persistent hatred for Raynor, he would live. That simple.

"Let me out, Tamis, or Merlin help me I will make your life a living hell."

"Too late. Robert has already seen to that; find better incentive," she retorted.

The truth was, our petite little heroine had already tried. The door was magically locked and without a wand, there was not any other way of opening it beyond busting it down. And she was not going to see another one of her doors shattered for Brady's sake. She was still seething over the loss of the first one. But she had tried. Ramming it had not been successfully. Bracing her bare feet on the wooden panels and pulling at the handle had only succeeded in amusing the sentries -- and rousing a kink in her back.

Pulling loose hair behind her ear, Tamis snuggled up further back against the door with a sniff, resting her chin on her knees. Her arms looped around her ankles. In the poor lighting, the unobservant might have mistaken her for one of the students. She almost considered walking away and leaving the man to the misery he rightfully deserved, but Raynor's conscience infuriatingly would not allow such relief.

"Was this a part of your genius stunt back there in the Great Hall or just an added bonus?" She asked innocently. And the repressed annoyance rose back to the surface.

[Devin Brady]

"Better incentive!" he growled, how he wanted to break through this door and crush the woman as he made his way out. He tried to shift around in his uncomfortable surroundings, then it hit him. She was wandless just like him, in fact he even saw her hand over her wand. He hit the wall with a good force, guessing by the sound of her voice that she was somewhere close to the door, and no need to rouse her again. She'd been through enough in the past few weeks, one of the reasons he had stood at her side. Devin Brady had been to Azkaban before, and even stepping foot in that prison was worth a full day in a warm bed, an actual sentance was hell on earth. The other reason was the respect he had for the woman, even though his strong dislike sometimes out weighed the respect, he still had it deep down.

Was this a part of your genius stunt back there in the Great Hall or just an added bonus?

Oh how much more could she get to him before he burst through the door. "That genius stunt has been one of many, Tamis. And I'd have to say its been working quite wonderfully. One I've caused obvious divides in the Deva, and would probably bet that Schimdt blew up at some point after our little spat. I've tested what limits I've had. I have tried to give the students hope that not everyone is going to sit around and let them bully us. And I've distracted the Deva from the students causing them to worry about me instead. So I would say its been working perfectly." He paused and took a breath. He didn't think that he would get this riled up, and now that he had he was feeling it. He had of course gotten the lovely head ache from one of the Deva oafs, but the fact that he had hardly eaten a thing before Raynor got there didn't help. Malnutrition was never great, and when you're fed little food each day it helps to down it. "No getting locked up in here was an unfortunate bonus. Had I had my robes, I could have easily freed myself."

[Tamis Raynor]

(( Simply too much potential to let this sit unfinished. And we do need to know how exactly Brady does get out of the closet. ))

A growl more fitting of a dog seeped through the door and then...

BAM.

Whether directed at her place of residence or not, the bang nearly startled her out of her skin, and did make her jump a few inches into the air. Heart hammering, she held a hand to her chest, cursing herself for her foolishness. Somewhere in the distance, one of the guards chuckled. She did wish the two foremost of the currently most influential men on her life -- whether she wanted them to be or not -- would stop trying to vandalize her school. She held her thoughts to herself, however. One could not very well provoke another and then expect them to behave like a good little boy.

Straining to listen to the speech, Raynor turned to press her ear to the door to gain more volume. Perhaps she had been giving the man too little credit. He almost jeopardized her entire operation, almost made her smuggle back into the school worthless. But he had not know what she was planning, and she had given little thought that the staff might be trying all they could to help the students from within. She had been too focused on working on a plan to get the school back and safely. If it was possible, she felt even more the fool than she did already.

"Very noble, I agree. But it doesn't change the fact that you're in there and I can't get you out, which reduces your usefulness considerably." The comment was not intended to sting it was just the truth; he couldn't help from inside a closet. And nutrition would start to become a problem. If had been provoking the Deva as much as he said, it probably was not going to tug at their conscience if they forgot to feed him.

"I'm sorry," she said at last. " I shouldn't have snapped at you. Calm down before you use up your good air."

Something that he had said tickled her train of thought. "Had I had my robes, I could have easily freed myself."

"Your robes?" She responded abruptly. "What good would your robes do?"

[Devin Brady]

To say Devin was suprised, was actually a bit of an understatemant. The woman that had been nothing but a nuisance in his life... other than a few key instances, was apoligizing to him. He couldn't believe it, however he would not take advantage of it. Plus she did have a good point, how much air could possibly be held in this little room. He settled back down trying to get in the most comfortable position he could, moving closer towards the door. He had to admit talking through a door was harder than it seemed, mostly all you got were muffled sounds unless you listened carefully. It was lucky that he had a trained ear, but it even strained him. A thought came to his head as she spoke once more.

"Your robes?" She responded abruptly. "What good would your robes do?"

Why hadn't he thought of it. She could obviously get him out if she had a wand, and what did he have in his robes? None other than that Artemis boys wand. "A wand Tamis, in my robe I have Artemis Tayern's wand. He slipped it to me when I walked by him a while back." It might come as a shock that the man had a wand the whole time. Of course most people would have expected him to bust it out, and fight off the whole Deva or at least blocked Shaws stunner. But no he had not. He had not taken advantage of it when he was challenged by Schmidt, though two wands would be a nice suprise. He had not used it to block the stunning spell, and he had not fought the Deva as a whole. But now he could make use of it to free himself from this rectangular prison. "Tamis go get the wand and free me from here. Bring the robes, too I'm a bit cold. Inside pocket, right side, you will find it."

[alfonztytusjedynak]

Being conscious wasn’t any part of Jedynak’s concerns for the man that he had dropped in the closet. He didn’t care, but what he did care about was making sure he knew who actually held the power to his escape from the closet. It was himself. Alfonz Jedynak. The lock on the door that he had placed would only open with the right played tune from Celina’s harp, and it was only that way that the door would unlock. “Keep close to me, Celina,” Alfonz told his sister whom traveled with him, as they dodged into the shadows the stone walls gave so that no one would see them.

Celina looked suspiciously, but kept her pace up with her older brother, heading towards the door that held her Transfigurations professor. She had no idea why Alfonz wanted to unlock the door he had locked so well so that Brady would no longer be a threat to the both of them, or the Deva’s operation just in general, but he did, and she argued with him not.

As the neared the corridor where the closet was, two Deva members whom were stationed just down the hall a ways could see everything that was happening at the closets way. And unfortunately, what Alfonz had fretted most as he neared the door was that someone was already there, patronizing Brady. It served him right in Alfonz’s mind, but there was not much time to spare if this was going to be done. There needed no one to see any of them, and as Alfonz looked behind him slightly, he saw Emerald with Celina as she always was. Good, she’d be of use for once in her hairball of a life.

Alfonz listened intently, as a smirk played on his lips.

A wand Tamis, in my robe I have Artemis Tayern's wand. He slipped it to me when I walked by him a while back.

Did they really think they could open the door with a normal wand? Not to mention, a wand that wasn’t even connected to either of them? Alfonz gave them credit at least for the idea, but that was about it. He looked back at his younger sister, hoping that she could at least see his amusement through the faceless mask. Alfonz had his own reasons for freeing Brady, and just that in itself was reason enough for Alfonz.

Tamis go get the wand and free me from here. Bring the robes, too I'm a bit cold. Inside pocket, right side, you will find it.

Now all Alfonz and Celina needed to do, was wait and hope that that Tamis woman, left to retrieve the robes.

[Celina Jedynak]

Celina kept up with Alfonz, holding on to his robes as he dodged in and out of the shadows to keep them both hidden. It felt like home all over again, and Celina wasn’t sure if there was much more of the running she could take, but she kept up with him still. She had no choice in the matter.

There was no reason in her mind why the two Jedynak’s should free the horrid man. He had just called out Alfonz, right there in the great abyss of which was usually the Great Hall. Many people had heard him, or at least many people that Celina wished hadn’t. And her reaction to his calling out had only hurt them more as now Drew knew that both of the Jedynak’s were there in Hogwarts. Celina felt like she wanted to cry, or haul off and punch Brady, yet either option seemed only like it would be a wasted effort.

“But why…?” She harshly whispered at her brother. Was freeing him so necessary they could get themselves caught by Shaw, or worse? Celina knew the plan as Alfonz had explained it to her before they had made their way toward the closet. Celina was to engorgio Emerald, making her grow into a huge house cat that would terrorize and distract other Deva members who were on guard that could see the closet. She’d make sure that they kept away as Celina would play her harps chords in the right order to make it so the magic would leave it and the door would unlock. It was an amazing spell to say the least, but Celina still didn’t know why they were doing it.

It was a good idea, a little flawed when it came to the Deva members, but Celina hoped that Emerald could do the job well enough to keep them occupied for at least five minutes. She would also have to enlarge the harp that always was miniaturized inside her robes pocket, and then shrink it again even after the melody was played. Celina’s heart was beating furiously, and her nerves were completely shot. Why again were they doing this?

However, as they neared the closet, Celina too heard the intruder’s voice from around the corner. It seemed as if Raynor had beaten them to the door, but as Celina and Alfonz listened to what was going on, both Jedynak’s almost snickered. To think, Brady actually believed he could leave the closet with just a wand. How egotistical of him. Had he really thought it would be so simple? Celina shook her head and took her brother’s hand to squeeze it slightly. Yes, this was just like being at home.


Now the only question was, now what do they do?

Tamis go get the wand and free me from here. Bring the robes, too I'm a bit cold. Inside pocket, right side, you will find it.

Wait. That’s all they could do, and as they did so, Celina rested her head on Alfonz’s arm, and wrapped her fingers around the base of her own wand.

[Tamis Raynor]

"Would you like anything else?" She asked, "A mint for your pillow perhaps?"

No, she was not trying to pick yet another fight, Raynor was just not very taken to obliging orders. And yes, that was exactly what those had been. Granted, the man did deserve some slack, he was locked up in a closet for Merlin's sake, but well, pride was one of the woman's vices.

A wand, he said? The Deputy doubted just how much use that would be. While she was a very skilled witch -- for about the billionth time of restating it -- she was not a very powerful one. With her own wand... it might be accomplishable... but with someone elses... asking it would get more results. The knowledge that he had one did surprise her, but that he hadn't used it did not. Much for the same reason she had handed hers over, she assumed.

"Well, yes," she responded, "I think if I pull a wand out, Robert won't simply let me waltz around with. Wand and robes. I don't know what you intend to accomplish, but I'll do as you ask," she purposely stressed the last word.

Standing up, she brushed off Corrion's over-sized robes and hiked them up so her bare feet could actually function. "I'll be right back, wait here."

As soon as the words left her mouth, she winced. Of course he would wait, there wasn't anywhere for him to actually go. Throwing her hair over her shoulder, Raynor sent one last determined glare at the guards before heading back in the direction of the Great Hall, doubting the robes would actually still be there. She remained completely oblivious to the two individuals -- one faceless and one not -- watching the closet she was no leaving "unguarded".

[alfonztytusjedynak]

If this had been any other time, or any other situation, Alfonz would have found himself examining the woman as she left the closet door to obtain the robes with the child’s wand in it. He would have judged her based on her bare feet, and oversized clothing, not to mention her messed up hair. Some example of a leader the children had; some example indeed.

However, this was not the time to be examining, studying, or casting judgment on others as the Jedynaks and Emerald all hid within the shadows while she passed them by. Alfonz tensed a bit as he held his stance in the darkness, hoping that Celina’s blasted cat didn’t mew or make notice of them, and Celina he could feel her shift slightly to bury her face in his arm. It was obvious to Alfonz that his sister was not comfortable with what they were doing just in general, but he didn’t know anymore than just that.

As the woman walked by them, seemingly unaware of the Jedynak’s presence, Alfonz held his breath and waited for her to be out of sight before doing anything. As that happened, he looked toward Celina and shook his arm to tell her to look at him. “Now, this will be quick, for we don’t have much time.” Alfonz was unaware of the robes containing the wand, and though it served its small purpose as of that moment, he also knew that its benefit would only last a short while.

Taking out his wand from an inside pocket of his robes, Alfonz pointed it at Emerald and without any words, silently shot the spell to enlarge her. Emerald grew to a magnificent size, that of a black panther, and she looked just as vicious. Again, Alfonz smirked, almost wishing he had time to witness the mayhem that she would cause among the other faceless, on which the side he was supposed to be on.

Watching Emerald walk toward the Deva, Alfonz paused a minute to breath slowly and think again. Now it was all up to Celina. “I’m going to be hiding in the shadows,” he calmly spoke to her. “I cannot be seen, and therefore whatever happens…” Alfonz looked at her and bent down to her forehead, placing the usual kiss upon her head and looking directly into her eyes. He only wished now was a time he could take of his mask.

“Celina, tell me the plan…tell me what I told you so that I know you know what to do.”

[Celina Jedynak]

Raynor shuffled, and Celina buried her face into Alfonz’s arm, not breathing a single breath. What if she saw them? What if she could sense them or what if Emerald thought she’d be cute and run over to her Head of House…? Celina could feel every nerve wanting to explode from her body as she heard the passing footsteps of the Deputy Head Mistress, hoping still that they wouldn’t be found out. She didn’t breath, and just listened to the footsteps that eventually could no longer be heard.

A shaking of Alfonz’s arm was the sign, but she hadn’t been expecting it and she jumped away from him silently, crossing her arms to hold herself together. Celina looked up at her brother and she could just imagine the look on her brother’s face. Time was of the essence; and time was limited, which was the key point in this operation. It was odd how familiar this all was, and how with Alfonz it was almost comforting for Celina to be involved. At least he was there, and with him there Celina knew nothing would go to terribly wrong.

Now, this will be quick, for we don’t have much time.

Celina nodded. It was probably true seeing that Raynor was sent to get something to try and release Brady. Celina just hoped that there was enough time. “But…” Celina started, only to be stopped by her brother’s wand being taken out and pointed at Emerald. Her cat grew about ten times her original size, and Celina stifled a giggle.

They had done this before to terrorize her mother just a couple of summers ago. Elizabeth had let out such a yelp that Celina and Alfonz couldn’t ever stop laughing. Celina smiled and took Emerald’s enlarged head into her arms to hug her quickly. Emerald’s purr sounded like a deep growl as she rubbed her head against Celina’s face.

Being grabbed from behind, Alfonz turned Celina to face him:

I’m going to be hiding in the shadows. I cannot be seen and therefore, whatever happens…”

Celina could hear the calmness of his voice, but in his grasp she could feel that he too was on edge. She didn’t understand why they were helping this man, or why her brother even cared. Was it to prove a point? But if that was the case, then why would he hide in the shadows? It just didn’t make sense. Celina couldn’t think of any reason, not even one that had to do with her. What would showing him or proving to Brady Alfonz’s presence at the school was in fact truth? “Please…Alfonz…” Celina whispered. “I need to know…why we are doing this?” She pleaded with him, as he shook his head.

Celina, tell me the plan…tell me what I told you so that I know you know what to do.

“The plan?” she repeated in her soft whisper to her brother. “Emerald is going to distract the Deva down the hall to preoccupy them from the closet door. You said they were probably the dimmest of the bunch so they’d not be able to catch her, but they’d follow her until we were through to rescue her.” Celina paused. Her breath was shallow, and her voice shook under her whisper. “And then,” she continued. “I’m going to go over to the door, quickly set up my harp and play the chords to unlock the door, and then move quickly as I can before…will I be able to get out from vision of the door before Brady realizes it’s unlocked and comes out?” Celina asked, worry filling her eyes as she had found that Brady, from what she had learned and studied off of the man, never missed anything.

“What if I’m seen?” She said barely audible, and defeated like.

[alfonztytusjedynak]

Celina wanted to know what his reasons for freeing Brady was, but Alfonz had waved her pleading question away. There was a deeper meaning for why Alfonz wanted this to play out as it probably would. Celina wouldn’t be able to get away from the door in time before Brady came out. Alfonz knew this, for reducing the harp back to it’s smaller size would take about as much time as Brady would need to get up and look outside the door. Alfonz knew the man wasn’t brain dead, and if he heard the door unlock, he’d probably check to see if it truly was.

When he would see Celina, he’d know he was there. It was as plain as that. Would this not be the respect the man wanted? He was being freed, and in a sick way they’d be even. Enough thought. Or was it? Alfonz knew Celina would probably seen, or at least recognized because this man seemed to have no faults other than a higher temper than even Alfonz’s. But Celina was doing what when she would be seen? She’d be freeing a man that she evidently didn’t want to free, would rather him rot in the closet because of what he had done just hours before. Yes, he would see her and know that her brother had convinced her to help.

Alfonz’s reasoning were selfish as always, but in just the sight of the dark haired girl, he hoped to send Brady the message that she was his, and his alone. Alfonz knew what was best for her; though Alfonz wondered if Brady could think that deep about anything that wasn’t firing his damn wand off. Damn aurors, and their habits of just getting in the way! Alfonz tried not to snort, as he thought of this and corrected his thinking; ex-auror was what Brady was then, not auror.

“If you’re seen? Well, isn’t that easy?” Alfonz tried to quickly jest with his younger sister. She didn’t seem to be fairing to well, and it worried Alfonz that she may back out. She couldn’t! Everything would be ruined if she wasn’t with him. “He’ll probably say something to you, and you’ll just tell him the truth. The door was locked with a spell that only music could break…you heard some of the faceless speaking of it, and you thought about your harp. You always have it in your pocket so it’s not like you’re lying that you can’t play. You thought you’d help out…but didn’t say anything because you didn’t want him to know it was you."

"Got it?” Alfonz asked her.

[Celina Jedynak]

Celina wasn’t so sure about the plan, and backing out was another option. There was no reason for this…man….to be let free. He called out Alfonz, and probably thought such horrid thoughts about him. “Alright…I got it…” Celina said reluctantly. Gently she took her brother in her arms and hugged him again, hoping that this wasn’t a really big mistake.

Emerald from then was sent to get the Deva away from their spots. Emerald’s tail swished as she was excited to be having some fun. Her green eyes glimmered as she looked back reassuringly at Celina, and then calmly at Alfonz. She stalked over, and roared mewed loudly scaring the pants off of both of the Deva. Yelling and screaming could be heard from them as they chased the black cat around trying to get the beast that she was under control without having to use their wands. Alfonz shook his head trying not to laugh, when Celina finally left his side to prepare herself at the closet door.

Her footsteps were as soft as she could make them, as to not announce her presence. Celina only hoped that Emerald would do her job well, and as she looked back to where Alfonz stood, his dark silhouette faded within the shadows. It was now she knew that in the plan, she was on her own. Why, again she asked herself, knowing that this man probably wouldn’t even be grateful.

Placing her harp on the ground in front of the door, she whispered “Engorgio!” enlarging the harp in order to play it. It would only take a few chords and then the magic keeping the door locked would find their ways into the Dragonheart strings that Celina’s harp was threaded with. Taking a deep breath, Celina closed her eyes and played the chords.

One…two… The chords were played and the magic could be visibly seen leaving the wood of the door, and Celina opened her eyes just as the door unlocked itself and made a noise to signal it.

“Time to go…” she said out loud to herself, as she took her wand and reduced the size of her harp, turning to flee the scene.

[Devin Brady]

As he heard Tamis start to leave, he heard her comment, sarcastic as ever. That was the woman at her best he supposed. "No need to joke, we both know your not that nice Tamis." Comedy was only rightfully met with comedy. was it not? He grunted as the end of the broom poked him in the small of the back. Whoever did this to him would pay, he would make sure of that.

It was a couple minutes before he heard another sound. Tamis surely shouldn't be back yet, no and this was not her. It was a new sound, the sound of music? That was odd for sure. Soon after the music had began he heard a click. The lock? could it possibly be that someone had let him out? Again, there was no way that Tamis Raynor could have gotten back yet. She had just left. No someone else had freed him. But who would do that? Who would want to? Possibly whoever locked him in here, they would probably love to jeer that they had him locked up here. Or maybe Shaw or one of the other Deva... yes torture might be enjoyable. Who ever it was he would find out. There would be no waiting for them to drag him out.

The thoughts had flown through his mind, really only allowing seconds to pass. And by the time the thoughts had ended he was on his way out of the door, finding himself face to face with a dark haired young lady. "Ms. Jedynak? What are you doing here?" he said his eyes quickly darting around, quickly glancing at the harp that was in her hand. Something was curious here. He had only assumed the girl had hated him, and with somewhat good reason. He paused shortly before looking at her again, a quizical look on his face. "You freed me? Well I thank you then, that closet is a bit small for a fully grown man."

[Celina Jedynak]

Not that you deserved it Celina's eyes narrowed a bit at the man, but then she dropped her gaze knowing how skilled he seemed to be, not to mention she did not have the stamina for paying for any disrespect she was showing. Harp in hand, she placed it in her pocket, for she had already reduced it to the size that made it fit completely in the palm of her hand. It was still time to go, and the more she stood there a bit frozen, the more she felt her time diminishing.

"Good night, Professor," was all that Celina could manage to say as she started walking away again, this time towards where Emerald had gone off to. The Deva were still trying to capture the beast, and Celina knew that she had to draw Brady's attention away from where her brother hid in the shadows. No, it may not have been the best plan, but Celina was afraid to even talk to the man. He could see her eyes, and therefore read her thoughts if she accidentally slipped and looked at him. Celina wouldn't allow it to happen. Especially, when she had forgotten to tell Alfonz why Brady was more of a threat than not.

((------character shift------))

Alfonz shifted in the darkness, seeing his sister fleeing the scene. Doing the same was probably the best course of action. Alfonz snorted at Brady's attempt for humor about the closet. Did he really think Celina would listen or comply to such trivial acts? Especially, with him watching the scene? Alfonz had a grip on his wand just in case, as soon as Celina was out of harm's way...namely Brady....than he'd leave as well. Alfonz only hoped that Celina hurried off before that Raynor woman appeared again.