Inspired Quills

Eric hadn't realized how loud he was speaking until the small group had formed around him, trying to get him to shut up. Apparently, hat ever was in his drink went to his head faster than wine did. That wasn't good. "Sorry," he said, lowering his voice a smidge. He didn't want to give Cana more reas...

Eric had been trying to think of a way to get Gabriel away from the crowd. He thought that with Cana--and frankly everyone else--distracted by the party, he might be able to make the boy feel comfortable enough to open up. He had been able to talk with his dad briefly about Stockholm syndrome withou...

Eric watched as Rowan transfigured the coffee table into a tall bar table and started mixing drinks. She was good. He had no clue how. Maybe kids had snuck some things into to the Gryffindor dorms? Or maybe she moonlighted down in Hogsmeade? Whichever, she would only nod at the orders and start mixi...

Eric felt sick. It wasn't the portkey, that had worn off ages ago. He thought the sickness had started the moment he saw the--well, mansion was probably the best word for it. It hadn't stopped there, though. He had practically cowered behind Morrigan when Kristian had appeared. By some luck of the u...

Eric totally understood what Morrigan meant by not being embarrassed by her parents. He had been informed that there would be some point in his teenage years that he would be, but he had a feeling it would pass him by. After all, both his parents could kill a person in a flick of their wrist. And th...

Eric was confused. Granted, that wasn't an unusual feeling to have around the Havich family. If pressed, he would have to admit that "confused" and "annoyed" were the two most common feelings he had when it came to this family. Except for Morrigan. She was pretty cool. What was confusing him this ti...

Eric was relieved Morrogan liked the gift. The last time he had bought something for a girl his age, it had been Primary 4 at a mandatory party for one of the daughters of a politician. And, technically, his mum had bought that one. To say he was rusty was a bit of an understatement. "I've seen her ...

Eric enjoyed the walk down to Hogsmeade. It was a bit chilly, but he had dressed in a pink, long sleeved polo and orange jeans. The black cloak was thrown over the outfit to help him brave the cold. It wasn't too bad, yet, but his Gryffindor scarf was tucked into his bag if he needed it later. The b...

If it wasn't for Morrigan, Eric would "keep away" from the whole family, not just another crazy cousin. The more Eric heard about Cana's family, the more his head hurt. There was way too much to take in at once. And he was pretty sure a party would be worse than what happened at the Alley a few mont...

When they were far enough away from the girls, Cana turned to him and leaned himself against the tree. "What was that?" The older boy asked. "Who is she to you? Because whatever that was? Kyani isn't the type of girl to do that for no reason." Eric shook his head, he had already opened his big mouth...