It was almost offensive to have Antigone Lestrange threatening him; even if she was good with a wand (which: maybe) there was nothing she could do to Cash that couldn't be outdone by his father, that hadn't already. He rested his own hand over his wand pocket, equally ready to draw his wand if she pulled first - offense aside, he wasn't going to just stand on the porch and let her hex him.
"Let me pass," Cash said. His tone was more mellow this time; he was entirely confident he could duck under her arm and flit past her before she could stop him, being very much more versatile than a housewife, but he wasn't interested in turning his back on her if she was going to hex him.
"Let me pass," Cash said. His tone was more mellow this time; he was entirely confident he could duck under her arm and flit past her before she could stop him, being very much more versatile than a housewife, but he wasn't interested in turning his back on her if she was going to hex him.
MJ made this!