your tuesday had fared mundanely. nothing remarkable had occurred, aside from getting fired from your new job for allegedly setting a child’s backpack on fire.

realistically, that was rhydian's fault, as he had been the one to apparate to the preschool with a blazing cigarette. he was frantic, apparently, and had required your assistance in distinguishing the fire he’d inadvertently caused. so much for following in silas’ footsteps.

in your panicked attempts to put out the relatively tiny fire, you’d dropped it on a students backpack. the five year old’s abhorrent purple ‘sofia the first’ backpack had went up in flames.

currently, you found yourself seated in your personal library, scowling at rhydian, who had unabashedly made himself at home. books from your shelves were scattered around him in a semi-circle, along with a steaming cup of tea that wasn’t his to begin with.

“i’m borrowing this,” he announced, not looking up from the page he was skim-reading. “and by borrowing, i mean keeping. you wouldn’t mind, would you?” he glanced up, intelligent grey eyes glittering brilliantly. he cocked a dark brow. “it is not as though you ever read these books, anyway.” his sickle eyes dropped towards the tome once more.

the disdain in his tone was casual, but the slight furrow in his brow as he flipped the pages gave him away.