.(i'm not crazy); just going insane

[Ginny Weasly]

Cody nodded, "Who was he, Dad?" He asked, now prepared to be talkative since the other man was gone. He tilted his head slightly, "What did he want?"

[Xaver]

"Miixan," Xaver said quietly, in the same light tone as before. "His name is Miixan. A Fallen, like us. Sort of."

Xaver headed down the road, avoiding people, toward the Three Broomsticks, uncaring of the curious gazes passed their way.

"He wants to meet with me. Wants help with some things.. He's getting impatient, like you saw.."

[Ginny Weasly]

"What things?" Cody asked, holding onto his dad with one hand to steady himself. He smiled sweetly, hoping his dad would tell him. His mom had this annoying habit of avoiding subjects she felt he was too young for.

[Xaver]

Xaver glanced at Cody, not oblivious to the sweet begging of his expression. He smiled slightly, in response to it, then shook his head, his expression souring.
"He wishes assistance.. support, in arms. In power. He is infatuated with power."
Xaver's smile was grim.
"Make a guess what he wants of me."

[Ginny Weasly]

"Politics?" Cody frowned, thinking of warfare. There were two kinds that really mattered, physical and psychological. Politics were simply a psychological aspect of war. But then again...

"Your abilities?" Physical war was a good way to make unwilling people bend to your wishes.

[Xaver]

Xaver inclined his head once, gravely, his thoughts running a mile a minute, still fixed, in a way, on Kylie's.. 'appearance.'..

"Yes," he said, quietly, as they stepped into the Three Broomsticks.
He set Cody onto the plush seat beside him, then leaned back almost comfortably in the booth, folding his hands over the hard oak table, his handsome head bowed slightly as he blinked at them.

"When you have things others want.. some will ask, beg, or persue of it. When your mother and I are married, you will come to understand this, more than ever."

Xaver frowned at the thought, but did not elaborate.

[Ginny Weasly]

"No one wants anything of me." Cody said, laughing at what he thought was a ludacris idea. He became somber once more, however, once he looked at Xaver.

He watched him, then thought it best to change the subject. The current one was affecting the overall mood of the outing.
"When are you going to marry Mom anyway?"

[Xaver]

No one wanted anything of Cody, thank the heavens, right then, sure. But that had been because of Xaver's long absence and lack of knowledge of his son, and Ginny's protection.
Xaver didn't know how long that peace would last.

"When are you going to marry Mom anyway?"

Xaver blinked, and looked down at Cody, watching him for a moment, before a dazzling grin split his features, a low chuckle sounding in his throat as he pushed away his worries, not oblivious to the boy's change in topic.

"Two butterbeers, please," he said, looking to the side, speaking before the waitress had even fully opened her mouth. She blinked, not having known he'd seen her, but nodded, and stepped away.
Xaver smiled down at Cody, then shrugged his shoulders.

"I've been thinking about that a great deal, as of late. I haven't come up with anything solid, though."

[Ginny Weasly]

Cody smiled, "I don't think it matters when, really...just having you back..." He looked at his dad slyly, "She doesn't cry near as much as she used to, if at all."

Cody was right, actually. There had been a time, after Xaver left, that Ginny hadn't cried at all. But after Cody's birth, and until Xaver's return, she had cried nearly every night. She had done her best to conceal this from Cody, but him being the smart kid he was, he had quickly found out. But he'd have never let her know he had known.

[Ginny Weasly]

((*nudges Xaver*  ;)))

[Xaver]

Xaver looked at Cody sharply, though he failed to respond, distracted, as the waitress came back over to them, and dropped off their drinks. She glanced at Xaver, over her shoulder, as she stepped away - that same look of interest written over her features as it did many a woman - though, Xaver pointedly ignored it.

"Finish up your butterbeer, Cody. We've got to get to the grocery store, before it closes."

He smiled slightly, at the irony of the statement - for no average walls could really keep him out - and took a long pull from his own drink.

[Ginny Weasly]

Cody nodded, doing as his father said without question. As he drank the last drops, he looked around the bar, swinging his legs to his own tune and humming slightly as all small children are apt to do. He glanced at the waitress who had looked at Xaver with such interest, puzzled by the look in her eyes. Adults were so simple, yet got confusing when they mixed boys and girls around.

"Dad, why do you have to go to your home so much?"

[Xaver]

Xaver took a final pull from his own butterbeer, then set the bottle on the table with a dull 'clunk', staring at it for a moment, before he tore his gaze away, and glanced at Cody, then rose, his movements smoothly blended - almost liquid, in the way he slowly shifted, and rose to a standing position, smoothing his shirt, absently, over the hard planes of muscle, beneath.

"Because I am their King," he said, very softly, offering his hand in an utterly paternal motion. "It is my duty to serve them, as much as it is theirs, to me."

[Ginny Weasly]

Cody took Xaver's hand and sighed, "Can I come with you? Please dad?" He begged softly, doubting his dad would say yes. Knowing even more that if Xaver did agree, Ginny wouldn't want him to go. Still, he wanted to ask, wanted to try. He was supposed to be the prince, wasn't he? How could he be a prince of a place he'd never seen before?

Which made him remember, he'd have to ask to go see the place where his mom was queen. He stored that thought away and looked up at Xaver, waiting for his answer.

[Xaver]

Cody took his hand, and Xaver tilted his head, letting out a breath in a slow, eased fashion, eying his son almost curiously.
"Come..?"


"Why can't he come, huh?"
Suddenly, there was another man, standing only more than in inch or so in front of Xaver, head tipped to the side in mocking interest, his body long, and lean, and very slender, his musculature very thin, and effeminate, though there was a quickness - a twitching, that threatened speed and agility far beyond that of a normal man. Xaver gripped Cody's hand and pulled the boy to him. The man rolled his neck, and behind him, a long, fuzzy striped orange and black tail curled, swinging lazily to and fro.
"Why," his voice was a noticable few octaves higher than Xaver's tones, "don't you let your little boy come see the spoils of your war, Xaver Alexsander?"

Xaver's gaze darkened, as another male stepped up, to his other side, with the same loping, graceful style, slightly pointed ears, and long, impossibly feline tail wagging behind him.
"You realize this is human territory, do you not?"

"Of course we do.."
The werecats, in unison, grinned, and the newest arrival blurred slightly, moving to the side - and he plucked a child, perhaps younger than Cody, and wrapped an arm so firmly about the boy's chest, the kid could only make soft mewling sounds, clawing at the man's arm for breath, his short legs dangling as his mother screamed, but dared not advance upon the man's threatening glare. The other cat looked down at Cody, an eyebrow quirking.
"Else your heir would have been catfood."

Xaver quite literally bristled.

It was a natural thing, for birds and cats to dislike each other.
But upon the subject, one rarely would think of anything else, besides your common bird, and your average domesticated housecat.
The tension, however, ran farther up the bloodlines. To even those enormous birds, and those of bird-like tendancies - and wild cats, and were cats...

"You dare boast."