Post by Trevor Williams on Mar 30, 2012 11:11:03 GMT -8
Casey, Jules = Me
Morgana = Layni
Wed., Nov. 22, 2000
"Daddy, want hamster!" Julian exclaimed, pointing excitedly at the cage, leaning forward in his father's arms.
Yes, the occassional visit to the pet store. Before, Julian had always seemed content to just look. Now, as Casey stepped closer so Julian could see better, he knew he wasn't getting out of that pet store without either a crying son or a happy son and a hamster. He could only think of two words, possibly six, when it came to having a hamster as a pet: rodent, cat chow, owl food, and death. Felix an Saleel would look at the little hamster as just another rodent to eat. Not only that, but if they managed to keep it from the cat and the owl, rodents didn't have long life spans...one, two years, maybe three or four if well-kept. Then, he'd have a son to comfort and help understand death. A crying son he could handle now, but not a crying, heartbroken son then. If only explaining that to a three-year-old wasn't so damn difficult.
Casey let out a sigh. Maybe he could play dumb. "Yep, mighty fine creatures, they are, Jules."
Julian giggled as one went onto its wheel. "Look, daddy!" he squealed, turning Casey's face and pointing to the hamster. "Want that one!"
"Can't have him. Sorry, son." He tensed a bit here it came.
"Why?"
Oh, well, maybe he could handle this... "Because mummy's cat would try to eat it and her owl."
"Why?"
"Because they're animals that eat rodents."
"It's not woden, it's hamster!" Julian replied as though it was the most obvious thing in the world, Casey fighting back a laugh at his son's naivity.
"Hamsters are a type of rodent."
"Oh," fingers going to mouth, Casey pulling them out.
"Anything else you want to look at before we go, my boy?"
"Boardie!"
"What?" 'Board-dee'...what on earth?
"Boardies!" He attempted to make a whistle like mummy and daddy could, failing and letting out a sigh. You know, daddy! He spread out his arms, Casey having to counterbalance his weight quickly to keep Julian from teetering out. He 'flapped' them, saying, "Tweet, tweet!"
"Oh, a birdie?"
"Boardie," he confirmed, nodding his head.
Casey carried him off towards the birds, letting Julian look at the parakeets, cockatiels, conures, finches, and lovebirds, noticing the price tags. Ouch...but at least most lived ten or more years.
"Pretty boardie!"
"Pretty bird! Pretty bird!" Squawk.
Julian's big, brown eyes whipped from the finches and around, finally resting on his dad, deciding Casey must have done that somehow, patting Casey on the head. "Funny daddy."
"Funny, funny!" Squa-awk!
"Daddy?"
Casey smiled, shaking his head, realizing there must be a parrot nearby...that, or a very loud cockatiel or parakeet, and seeing as none of them seemed to be doing anything, he turned around, finding a large Macaw, walking up, telling Julian, "Don't touch, Jules; it'll bite your hand off."
Julian looked at his hand with wide eyes and to the large parrot who was saying, "Jewels! Jewels!" and then making a chattering noise, acting quite pleased with itself.
Julian let out a laugh, reaching his hand out and leaning forward to try to touch the bird, Casey grabbing his hand and pulling it back. "Remember, can hurt you."
"Oh yeah," Julian answered, pulling his hand away from his dad, letting it hang limply at his side for a moment, staring at the parrot, which was reaching out its foot towards Casey, who was looking at the beautiful bird contemplatively.
"Like the bird, Jules?"
"Like it. Pretty bird!" Squawk.
Julian let out another giggle, nodding his head.
"More than the hamster?"
Another nod.
"Would you like it if daddy got him?" he asked, having looked at the price tag, deciding it wasn't bad, considering the bird could outlive him unless he lived far past eighty-three. Evie might not be happy at first, but at the moment, he could care less. It was making Julian smile and laugh. Free entertainment. And the bird was gorgeous, big. This was his idea of a pet. If Evie could have her owl and cat, he could have his parrot.
No chance Felix or Saleel would mess with it, and Julian would know to keep away after time had passed. Besides, he had gone all these six years without a pet.
If she got mad at him for this -- her problem, not his. They were already arguing, anyway, and anymore he'd taken to being quiet and ignoring her til she quit the one-sided argument. It wasn't like he had anything to lose by buying this bird.
"Yeah," Julian answered, putting his arms around Casey's neck and resting his head on his shoulder, tired --it was past his naptime-- but not ready to sleep.
"Ok," Casey answered, giving a bit of a smirk. Maybe he should get Julian home first for his nape, but how long could this take? Ten, twenty minutes, at most?
A sales clerk happened by and Casey stopped her, "Excuse me, miss?"
"Yes, Sir?" the young girl asked.
"I'm interested in buying this parrot, and I was wondering if perhaps you'd be willing to come down about two hundred galleons?"
"I'm sorry, sir, but I-I'm not authorized," the girl answered, brushing some loose hair behind her ear.
"Oh...alright," Casey answered, making himself appear indecisive. "Well, thank you, anyway. Got to go get this one in bed."
"No bed!" Julian protested, little arms pushing himself up from his dad's shoulder. "No bed!"
"It's your naptime, Jules," Casey answered, walking away.
"Boardie!"
"Sorry, Jules, too much."
"Boardie! Boardie!"
Casey kept walking away with Julian. Obviously his son was tired and fussy.
"Boardie! Boardie! Boardie!" over and over and over...trying to climb over his dad's shoulder to get to it.
"Wait!" the girl said, shaking her head. "Sir, I might be able to ask the manager. He's come in from his lunch break by now."
Casey smirked to himself before turning. Walking away always worked and Julian only helped add an effect with his whining.
The girl walked away and Julian began to calm down, stretching his arms up and rubbing his eyes before resting one arm around Casey's neck. "Boardie?" he asked, brown eyes fixed on the parrot.
"Maybe," Casey answered, letting out a sigh, shifting Julian over to his other arm, waiting for the lady to come back, her return coming only about five minutes later.
"Boardie?"
The girl let out a small laugh, looking at Julian and tousling his hair. "Aren't you a cute one? That's up to your dad. My boss said 120 galleons less, not a knut more."
"How about 150?"
"125?"
"140?"
"135?"
"Done," Casey said, extending his hand to shake on it and close the deal, girl shaking it and walking over to the bird as Julian asked, "Boardie?"
"Yes, Jules, birdie."
Julian smiled. "Yay!"
They finished the rest of the check-out process, Casey handing over the necessary money, and finally it was all ready, and Casey apparated back to Diagon Alley with the parrot and son in hand, flooing back to their room in the castle. "Evie...? Got a surprise for you...Hello?"
Didn't seem she was home, so he decided to try to sneak to the bedroom in case she was, putting Julian down and beginning to levitate the large cage with the bird in it towards his and Evie's room, figuring if Julian's safety was going to be Evie's concern, that would be the best place for the bird, but as he began to sneak, the bird decided it was going to belt out, "Hello, hello!" making Casey wince, especially at the look Saleel gave it. It was a determined look, spiteful. These were his humans! No other bird's!
Casey finished settling the bird in their room, coming back out to Saleel, getting a bit of a glare and a hoot of disapproval, deciding not to dare to come near to the thing, lest it attack his finger.
He set about looking for Julian. "Jules?" No answer. "Julian?" Giggle and slight shaking of a curtain. Peculiar...He 'tip-toed' up, pulling back the curtain, hearing the macaw let out a screech at the top of its lungs. Oww...he best not do that at night. If the bird spooked in the middle of the night from the cat or something like Saleel sometimes did, he and Evie would get no sleep. Oh well, maybe he'd place some sort of spell around the cage at night, somthing.
"There you are!" he exclaimed, scooping his son up in his arms. "Know what time it is?"
Julian shook his head, but the smile on his face made it evident he did know what time it was.
"Nap time, right?"
"No nap!" Julian answered determinedly, trying to get out of Casey's arms as he began to carry him towards his room, jumping out of the bed after Casey set him on it.
"Julian Thomas!"
Uh-oh, middle name, and daddy wouldn't let him get away with having him chasing him around the house sometimes like mummy seemed to do a lot of the time. He began to walk towards the bed, getting in.
Casey tucked him in, giving him a quick kiss and hug "Sleep tight."
Julian just watched his dad as he walked out, watching it get dark as his dad flicked his wand. He'd show him. He'd just play with his toys once Daddy had the door closed. Sending him to bed like that for nap time when he didn't want one...bad daddy.
Casey gave him one last look before closing the door and walking over to the couch, sitting down with a sigh before remembering maybe he should go check on the parrot, so he went off to do that while Julian in his little room got out, going to his closet and searching for something to pull out and play with. Ooo...legos.
The light flicked on just as the legos began to spill out of the container. "And what do you think you're doing, Julian? It's naptime, not playtime. Remember, daddy said he'd take you to the pet store as long as you took your nap when we got home?"
"I took nap!" Julian answered, closing his eyes and opening them, looking up at his dad with those big, brown eyes. "See?"
"Julian, that's not a nap, and you know it. Now, back to bed," Casey instructed, picking up the legos.
"No bed, not tired."
"Alright, then we're going to go clean up the mess you made this morning."
"I tired!"
"You just said you weren't...are you or aren't you?"
"I tired!"
"So, you're going to lay down and sleep?"
"Yeah."
"Ok, then, get in bed." Julian saw his daddy's face and hurried to bed, where Casey tucked him in after putting away the legos. "Now, stay in bed this time and sleep, and I might just take you to The Three Broomsticks later, ok?"
"K...Night, Daddy."
"Sleep well and stay out of jail," Casey answered, letting out a sigh as he closed his son's door again, taking off towards his and Evie's room, getting around to setting up food and water dishes for the bird, deciding that was all that needed to be done, seeing as the bird was still getting used to its surroundings and didn't need to be handled quite yet. Had to get used to him before he was sticking his hand anywhere within reach of that powerful beak, glove or no.
He walked back out to the couch, sitting down and leaning his head back, closing his eyes. Julian wore him out, no two ways about it. Always had to keep his eyes on him or he'd wander off before one could say 'Evanesco' or he'd have something he shouldn't in hand...tiring. He felt like he could take a nap himself...
.....
"Daddy! Daddy!" Julian exclaimed, scampering off towards Casey, hands resting on his dad's leg, Casey sitting up with a start. He hadn't meant to fall asleep. He wondered how long it had been, but it didn't much matter. He shouldn't have fallen asleep, period.
"Boardie gone!"
"Julian, did you let the bird out?"
Julian shook his head. He had, but he wasn't about to tell his daddy.
"You sure?"
He nodded.
Stretching and taking in a deep breath, letting it out, Casey stood, walking over to his and Evie's room, looking at the cage. Sure enough, the big bird was gone from the cage. Casey searched the rest of the room quickly for anyplace the bird could have gotten, grabbing his glove and putting it on as he came out (Julian giggling at the look of it despite himself), looking towards Saleel's cage and let out a sigh as he saw the bird on Saleel's perch, a none-too-happy Saleel standing off to the side. He may not like the parrot, but he wasn't dumb. That thing could hurt.
The parrot let out a bit of a low whistle, stretching his wings upward and then the left one out, bringing his left foot up and back with it. Unfortunately, the wing went in Saleel's face, making the already upset owl peck at it, the parrot retracting his wing quickly, getting it into a defensive position, feathers puffed out, wings slightly up in appearance, body low to the perch, pacing slightly, eyes on Saleel.
Casey could do nothing but watch. He wasn't sticking his hand in there and risking getting bit, glove or no glove, and he preferred not to petrify either bird, but it seemed as though he would have to, as neither bird was backing down and the parrot was making to peck Saleel. He whipped out his wand, thinking, 'Stupefy,' parrot frozen in mid-attack.
Casey moved quickly to pick up his parrot (not giving the spell time to wear off), leery of Saleel who still seemed to be in the defensive. He transported it carefully to its cage, closing it and turning to Julian who had watched the event with his fingers in his mouth. "Well, Jules, since you're up, feel ready to go to The Three Broomsticks?"
Julian nodded, brown eyes on the bird, who was beginning to start to move again (going back to preening) and not his father.
Casey shook his head, letting out a quiet laugh, picking up Julian and carrying him out of his and Evie's room to the fireplace, stepping in, flooing to Diagon Alley and then apparating to Hogsmeade, walking up past The Hog's Head and many other places to The Three Broomsticks, walking in and setting Julian down at the bar, sitting down, that craving for the drink he'd taken to of late there, but he wasn't stupid enough to drink around his son.
"One butterbeer and a juice," he requested from the bartender, looking down and over at Julian who was sitting on the stool on his knees. Maybe leaving him like that wasn't a good idea; his tiny legs couldn't possibly be long enough to reach the floor and stop a fall. So, Casey lifted him up and set him on his knee, Julian giving him a puzzled look as the bartender was returning with their drinks....
Morgana smiled as she heard Casey's voice out in the main area of the Three Broomsticks. So he had managed to find his way back, pretty soon too. She was curious as to how things were going with the 'happy' family and anxious to use what she had gotten from Troy to make things a little easier for her to step in. Besides, from the sounds of her cooing coworker who seemed to be putting together his drink order, he was with a small child. Morgana smiled snidely as she took over the order, shooing the waitress out of the way and finishing up the drinks herself, making sure to add a little sweetener in the juice to appeal to the kid. After all, no Dad could hate woman who did well with their kids.
She smiled and shook out her hair, giving it a free falling, more suggestive look than before, and adjusting her clothes to her best advantage before downing another vile of the veela for a day mix from the Weasley Twin's shop. Maybe it would work a little better now that he was sober and didn't have his mind on his issues. She gave a blinding smile before heading out with the drinks and setting them down quickly in front of Casey and Julian. She stopped with a slightly playful smile at the both of them and laughed.
"Casey! Imagine seeing you drop by here again, and on my shift too! This must be your son. Darling...He looks just like you..."
Casey saw her coming towards him, feeling like someone had just knocked the wind out of him, having to swallow and clear his throat slightly before answering her, Julian just looking between daddy and this strange woman. Daddy seemed like he was flustered and Julian couldn't understand why. He wasn't like that around mummy usually unless she had a very pretty dress on and he was being sent to grandmum's, why with this strange lady? She wasn't mummy.
Casey was trying to figure out what she meant by her words at the moment, trying to figure out how to answer, depending on how she meant 'darling' as reference to himself or that his son was 'darling.' She had been coming onto him the other day, hadn't she? Or had that been his imagination because of the drink or merely accidental? She seemed much prettier than he remembered her being, Casey trying to figure out why she hadn't seemed so potent in her looks before. Maybe he was too involved with mulling over his issues to notice her beauty. But, he couldn't be thinking about that. He wasn't single, this wasn't back in sixth year with Fleur. He was married, had a son, had to control his thoughts and actions, even if this woman was seemingly veela-ish in the way she looked.
It seemed Julian was trying to figure out daddy and was looking at the lady with a bit of confusion. I don't look like daddy. Daddy's eyes bwue...
Casey heard his son and smirked, shaking his head. "Thanks, but personally I see Evie in him a lot more than myself...has her personality a lot of the time, too. I think I'll just retire the year he goes to school, otherwise I'll have quite the prankster on my hands the rate this one's picking up on things. Ravenclaw knowledge, Gryffindor carelessness..."
Morgana smiled and laughed quietly, seemingly ignoring the fact that every man in the room, including Casey, if not him more so than the others, was staring at her with an intesity that would make anyother girl blush brightly. She had to hold back from making her smile a little brighter when she noticed him trying to calm himself and act normal. Something that never seemed to go off as he planned around veela, much less girls like her who used artificial means to expose his weekness.
"He certainly is the bright one and likes to argue just like his dad. I'm sure he might calm down a bit if his dad happened to be a professor. I know I would have when I was at school. Not quite as dangerous as you and your wife...only a Hufflepuff. He does have most of your features despite what you say though..."
"If he's anything like his mother was, he could care less whether I was there or not, but ah well.." he answered, looking down at his son who was drinking his juice quietly and contentedly while listening to daddy and the stranger before taking the cup away and setting it on the counter...or, trying to, but it was towards the edge, and Casey had to quickly move his hand out to catch it. "Thank Merlin for sippy cups!" he said, shaking his head.
Julian looked wide-eyed at Casey. "Sowwy, Daddy."
"It's alright, son, just an accident," he assured him, looking back to Morgana after taking a sip of his own drink. "Always quiet like this, it seems lately, eh?" he said, trying to make some sort of conversation, noticing he'd managed to come in when it wasn't too busy twice in a row.
Morgana smiled gently as Julian dropped his cup and Casey had to move quickly, for what sounded like it was at least the millionth time to retrieve it before it had the chance to fall. She watched carefully as the boy appologized sweetly and Casey gently comforted him and thought that perhaps the child would be the best avenue to break the marriage. After all, they both cared for his well being, but if the opinions differed to the point where argument occured night after night...well...that would be a problem wouldn't it.
She looked around the bar as she asked his question and she nodded in agreement, noticing how silly of a line it was to continue conversation, and far away from the avenues she wanted, but she would wait, and bide her time.
"Yes...it does seem that way. Perhaps its just the times. Night time is usually the time where the other pub gets busy. We just don't get very many visitors in Hogsmeade unless the students are out and about."
"Ah, guess everyone prefers Diagon Alley," he answered, looking down at Julian who was watching the lady with wide eyes, fingers in his mouth. That kid and his fingers. He took his son's wrist gently in his hand, pulling his fingers out of his mouth, but Julian put up a fight and Casey let out a sigh. "I will break him of that habit one of these days. Before you know it, he'll be biting his fingernails off til he's eighteen."
He shook his head, grabbing the cup off the counter and handing it back to Julian, who took it in the hand that wasn't in his mouth. Figures. Casey picked up his mug of butterbeer and took a sip, setting it down.
"Must be nice, though, it being slow, though at the same time I suppose it could be worrisome to some extent."
Morgana smiled slightly and nodded, laughing quietly at Casey trying to school Julian with the whole nail biting thing. Horrid habit really. She had gotten out of it much earlier than him. She took some bitter old seasonings out from under the bar and mixed it with some water to make a paste before putting it on the counter.
"A little of that and he won't ever try tasting his fingers again...trust me...and the bar isn't so much of a bother. Rosemerta knows she needs at least one other person and since i'm the only other one here she has to keep me. Not so bad. Steady job even if it does get a little boring. I get to read a little, work on a few projects here and there....talk...a lot..."
Casey gave a bit of a smile, taking the paste from Morgana, taking Julian's juice from him since he wasn't drinking it at the moment and began putting some of the paste on Julian's tiny fingernails, but Julian wasn't too fond of the idea.
"I not girl!" he protested, taking his hand to himself and refusing to let his dad take his hand again.
Casey glanced at Morgana, raising a brow and then looked back to his son, putting his fingers around his son's wrist and gently trying to pull it towards himself. "I know you're not. This isn't nail polish, it's something Miss Morgana thinks would..."
He brought a hand to the back of his head, trying to think of what to say. 'Would make you look pretty' would make Julian feel even more like his daddy thought him a girl. He knew if he'd been told that when he was younger, he would've forever hated the person who put such a notion in his dad's head and/or been mad at his dad for a while.
"Well, just trust me. It's not nail polish."
Julian shook his head. "No!"
Casey held back a frustrated sigh. He knew what the purpose of this stuff was, but if he couldn't get Julian to let him put it on his fingernails, he knew it wouldn't work. Turning his head to look down at his own nails (rolling his eyes a bit when he did), he began to put the stuff on his nails. Ick. He finished after a few seconds and held up his hand to Julian. "Does daddy look like a girl?"
Julian seemed to think for a bit as he stared at his daddy's hands, fingers still in his mouth, looking to 'Miss Morgana' for a second with distrust. What did this lady know? Mummy never let him put things on his fingernails.
Morgana smiled slightly as the boy protested. That was something she wasn't expecting. It seemed this little one was a bit smarter than they all gave him credit for. Wittier at the very least to say that he wasn't a girl. She smiled and laughed softly, reaching down under the countertop for yet another secret weapon that every woman knew how to use on a child. She placed it behind her back and gave an alluring grin, very well knowing that the veela potion was far from wearing off on her and that the grin alone would probably convince both father and son to do whatever she asked.
"I think your dad is giving the stuff to you do you can get bigger and stronger. After all, I know how much you probably like Quidditch and only bigger stronger boys can play Quidditch."
Casey watched her move to get something from beneath the counter with his peripheral vision, Julian seeming to keep his eyes on the woman longer than Casey expected him to, Casey looking over, seeing her grin, voice apparently catching in his throat as he quietly agreed, "Yeah, Jules, that's...that's what it is."
Julian didn't look so convinced. "How dat do dat?"
Morgana grinned a little more brightly as she noticed that Casey was starting to get nervous, in a good way of course. She smiled and pulled the lollipop out from her back and watched as it started to change colors on her silent command of a spell. She leaned on the counter in order to get closer to Julian's level, and show off some of her body to his dear old dad in the process.
"The goo does it the same way this candy changes colors: magic. I'm sure you understand that. Mum and Dad probably make stuff happen like that around your house all the time. This is no different."
Julian watched with wide eyes as the lollipop flashed colors, listening to her words, Casey planning on putting the stuff on when his attention was fully on it, but then she leaned over and Casey had to struggle to keep his eyes from lingering. What was with this woman? Did she not realize that when she leaned like that she revealed herself in such a way that a lot of men were very much affected by, himself included at the moment, even though he didn't want to admit it.
He managed to change his focus from her to his son, taking his son's hand quickly from his mouth and beginning to put the stuff on the one hand (slobbery though it was), as Julian's other hand reached for the lollipop. "Really?" Jules asked her, keeping on trying to get the thing.
Morgana smiled encouragingly for the boy, and a little bit for his father as she caught his eyes lingering for a few seconds. The whole time Casey put the stuff on his son's fingers Morgana kept the candy changing colors, and eventually she let go of it and using a simple charm, caused it to dance around just out of Julian's reach. She laughed brightly and smiled, her eyes twinkling with mischief.
"Really really!"
Casey finished putting the stuff on Julian's hands and watched as Julian pushed his away, reaching out for the lollipop, Casey letting out a bit of a laugh, looking over at Morgana, his smile still intact. "Thanks...that was great," he told her, looking back to his son as he felt his little hand push on his shoulder as he stood on his dad's leg, reaching for the lollipop, Casey placing his hands at his son's sides to keep him from falling. Julian finally got the lollipop and handed it to his daddy to open, own fingers going to his mouth as he watched Casey open it (after sitting him back down). His fingers flew out of his mouth, eyes watering slightly, Casey glancing over, wanting to laugh at his son's reaction but not being able to since that wouldn't be fair.
Morgana watched intently as Julian's hands moved to his mouth and then just as quickly out of it. She gave a small smile of pitty and sighed quietly trying to comfort the little boy. "Oh...don't worry about the taste. Its just what happens when you put your fingers in your mouth. Your dad's unwrapping the candy right now and I promise a few sips of your Juice and a little time with your lolipop and you'll be just fine."
Julian gave her a glare, now being in one of his pouty, self-pitying moods, even sticking his tongue out at her, the little bugger. "Julian Thomas!" Casey said when he saw that, his famed 'angry face' on moreso to get Julian to listen. "What did mummy and I say about you sticking your tongue out?"
"Mummy does it," he answered, not caring that his daddy's 'angry face' was on.
Casey sighed inwardly. Of all the places to make a scene! He kept his voice calm and got rid of the 'angry face' since it wasn't working as he spoke. "Mummy's mummy. She breaks the rules and it gets her into a lot of trouble. And you don't like trouble do you?"
"No..." Julian said, still pouting.
"Then, don't stick your tongue out again, Julian, or you'll be put on time out," he finished, voice still calm, though his face showed he meant business.
"Fine..." Julian answered, crossing his arms and leaning against the counter.
"Julian..."
"What?" the boy asked boredly.
"What do we say to Miss Morgana?"
"Noting!"
"Oh really? Even though you were rude?"
Julian let out a sigh. He knew what daddy was getting at but he wasn't about to say it.
"You want a time out?"
"No."
"Then, what do we say to Miss Morgana?"
"Sowwy..." he said quietly and with a stubborn, begrudging sort of tone. He didn't like that this lady made him get in trouble, the way he saw it.
Morgana smiled brightly and shook her head sighing slightly as the little boy stubbornly refused to appologize until he was to be punished for it with the deadly time out. Stupid little brat. If she could only just teach him how to behave her way, if he had a decent mother or a put together father, this wouldn't be happening. She kept on her sugary sweet appearance however, she had to after all. This was far bigger than her own personal beliefs on child rearing or children in general for that matter. This was a mission from her lord that she could not endanger for any purpose.
"It's fine Casey. He's just a little upset by it. I'm sure it will wear off the minute he starts on that candy of his."
That was it, this little bout of showing attitude would be dealt with at home with a bit more than a time out if it didn't get under control. Didn't seem his son had enough respect for such a thing. It wasn't so much that he was angry at him for insulting Morgana, as she herself admitted it was fine, as it was he wanted him to learn proper behavior, and sometimes that called for more than a time out in his experience. He could remember which way had a better effect on him as a child, and so, he'd always been in favor of certain punishment methods.
Y"eah, hopefully," Casey said, though he had half a mind to keep the candy from Julian for the attitude, but he handed it to him anyway, and Julian began to happily suck at the lollipop.
"He's normally not like that. He's been a pretty good kid; sometimes people have told Eves and I that we don't know what it's like to be parents quite yet. But, they don't see when he has his moments at home...." He let out a sigh and shook his head. "Anywho.."