Tybalt narrowed his eyes and was very prepared to get out his wand and hex Sebastian, because he’d picked up some good ideas for creative jinxes that would show him, if the punch hadn’t. He wasn’t sure if using magic just hadn’t crossed his mind in the moment or Tyb had thought and then discarded it because it would not be satisfying enough. There was just something about physical violence, the crunch of it, that was best done the muggle way.
He said, as an inexperienced brawler, now dependent on the goodwill and stolid nature of Elsie’s cousin to fix him up. And if he didn’t, then this would just be yet another thing for Tyb to be sore about—
Oh dear. Look who’d caught wind of this, Tyb thought to himself, defiance rising in his throat at much the same moment the bottom of his stomach dropped out. He could guess Elsie’s stance on physical violence, but if she raised her voice – or worse, cried – they were in trouble.
Tyb stalked after her in silent concession, if only because the last thing their very-new-marriage needed was for someone to catch her chastising them in the street. (He could have probably said the same about fighting with her family, but, uh, the thought had come too late.) Still, as they went in he shot Beauregard a grimaced face back, half in resentment and half in... solidarity, apparently.
“Before you say anything, we were settling it,” he began, once they were all in, in case that helped. This was between him and Sebastian. Elsie didn’t need to get involved. In fact, it would be nicer if she didn’t.
He said, as an inexperienced brawler, now dependent on the goodwill and stolid nature of Elsie’s cousin to fix him up. And if he didn’t, then this would just be yet another thing for Tyb to be sore about—
Oh dear. Look who’d caught wind of this, Tyb thought to himself, defiance rising in his throat at much the same moment the bottom of his stomach dropped out. He could guess Elsie’s stance on physical violence, but if she raised her voice – or worse, cried – they were in trouble.
Tyb stalked after her in silent concession, if only because the last thing their very-new-marriage needed was for someone to catch her chastising them in the street. (He could have probably said the same about fighting with her family, but, uh, the thought had come too late.) Still, as they went in he shot Beauregard a grimaced face back, half in resentment and half in... solidarity, apparently.
“Before you say anything, we were settling it,” he began, once they were all in, in case that helped. This was between him and Sebastian. Elsie didn’t need to get involved. In fact, it would be nicer if she didn’t.
