First Meeting
Sean Jones crossed his arms, trying to look more pissed off in an attempt to hide that he was scared, and took another long look around the room, a sneer curling his lip. He couldn’t help but be envious of the nice, big house, huge shaded yard, the fine furniture and decorations in the hall he’d been led through; he even liked the all hardwood, strong, masculine feel of the place, not to mention just the size and the expensive car that he’d been picked up in. Stuff we should have, seein’ as how we’re the ones payin’ for it, he thought to himself jealously. His gaze dropped to his wrist again, to the bright red, newly healing scar on his right wrist, going into the palm of his hand. He gritted his teeth, his jaw tightening, anger swirling in his gut.
He’d known ever since he was eight that his family’s bloodline was just used as ‘scapegoats’ for the Williams family. He still didn’t fully understand – magic and witches and warlocks seemed like something out of a movie, but… he couldn’t deny that when that blade had snapped on the carpentry saw in shop class, there did seem to be something supernatural that had guided it as it had flung itself across the room, seemingly curved around and missed the column in the center of the room, missed everyone else… and slashed his wrist and palm when he’d thrown up an arm to deflect it.
Sean growled to himself and pushed off the wall to pace in front of the windows. He didn’t like being here, it made him nervous, and even his dad’s call telling him to go with the strangers who picked him up from school didn’t make him feel better – not when he could hear the worry he had tried to suppress even as he said that everything would be fine, they just wanted him to meet someone.
He whirled back to the door as he heard the knob turn, eyes wide, before he scrambled to cross his arms over his chest, trying to settle into a semi-confident stance and to control his apprehensive breathing, green eyes fixed on the door to see who would come in.