A Sibling Arrives

[Xaver]

He crossed his arms with a low chuckle, leaning the back of his head against the wall, gently sighing.
"You've amazed me again," he said quietly.
He shook his head, glanced at Kylie and seemed to listen to her steady breathing for a moment, before shaking his head again, exiting the silent room slowly, a small smile on his face.

[Ginny Weasly]

Ginny looked once more at Kylie and followed him. Once she reached the door, however, she tapped it lightly and put up a small shield against spiders and other bugs. She followed him.
"Because I comforted her?"

[Xaver]

"The whole situation of it," Xaver said, suddenly tired. He smiled, and for one rash reason or another, he gently brushed his lips to her forehead.
He didn't know how to thank her, and he didn't really rationalize his own actions until he dropped onto the couch. The one farthest from the fire, and closest to the window.

[Ginny Weasly]

She blinked with surprise as his lips touched her forhead. She watched him sit down while she trid to clear her mind.

[Xaver]

Xaver stretched out on the couch for a moment, almost relaxed, when he sat up, reaching back an arm to scratch his back. he growled slightly, and tried to itch around his shoulderblades, where his wings wound be if he let them out. It literally itched him from time to time.

[Ginny Weasly]

Ginny went to a seat and sat down, curling her feet under her. She watched silently as he stood.

[Xaver]

Xaver itched his back a bit more hurriedly, his shoulders knotting a bit painfully. He stumbled slightly at the awkward sense of concentration, catching his foot on the floor, and falling flat foreword onto the side of his face. He grumbled a low growl, and allowed his wings to appear, stretching out from his back and shredding another shirt, beating softly then tucking, settling comfortably on his back. He sighed, and fell still, remaining where he had fallen, his eyes partly watching the fire, partly watching Ginny.

[Ginny Weasly]

Ginny watched as his wings opened, her mouth opening slightly at the sight of the beautiful black wings.

[Xaver]

"Sorry," he said softly, a wing twitching nervously, satin feathers twittering in a non-existant wind. A nervous jitter. His wings explained his emotions better than he did.
"They itch until they literally hurt, unless let out.."

[Ginny Weasly]

"Don't be." She smiled at him, then watched his wings again, "They are really cool."

[Xaver]

Both wings in unison twitched, though with a more relaxed sense.
"Thanks," he said quietly.
Xaver reached back and massaged the base of where his right wing met his back, wincing slightly but kind-of rubbing out the knot there. He couldn't really reach, but it didn't really matter to him.
He smiled at Ginny, eyes still watching both her, and reflecting the fire.

[Ginny Weasly]

She looked down at him, surprised to see the way his eyes reflected.

[Xaver]

Xaver grinned slightly, raising an eyebrow.
"What?" he questioned, noticing she was staring, confused a little by her surprise.

[Ginny Weasly]

"The way your eyes reflect the fire...just surprised me.." She muttered, looking away, but smiling.

[Xaver]

He blinked.
"Interesting..." he chuckled quietly. He watched her for a long moment. "I've never heard that before."
He smiled slightly, a wing twitching randomly.