The Irishman hummed thoughtfully as he stepped up to the victorian-style home, duffel bag of training gear in hand. He looked upward at the slowly darkening sky, wondering if he should have brought an umbrella before coming for a training session. "Artie better get 'is nerve together an' deliver that gift 'e got'er 'fore it rains." He shook his head in amusement and Lucan paused to ring the doorbell and knock on the door.
PART 1 @msaluna @threeskullsOnce Luna had been safely sent to bed with the door to her room closed, probably warding the door to her room as well just to be sure. Nothing was over the top to Ella so long as it meant keeping out this 'dangerous Midas' guy , keeping her mind focused on keeping the house fortified kept most of her worries about another being at bay. Maybe only an hour or so later did Ella hear a knocking and the door bell, the woman nearly jumping out of her skin.
Already she could feel her nerves twisting into knots as she approached the door, looking one last time at the quick sketch and 'list' of names Luna left her to be sure of who was allowed entrance. Her shaky hand turning the handle, opening it just a bit for both the person outside and herself to be seen by one another, though no matter how hard she tried to seem 'confident', the stress was all written in her eyes.
Though she managed to quickly glance again to the sketch then back to the very tall not glittery man before her.
"...Are you Lucan?" A question asked but clearly with a hint of desperate hope as well.