Good Little Boys and Girls

[Alana Finch]

"Faster Daddy!" the young girl yelled as her father used his wand to spin a wheel that the young girl was seated on top of. The young girl's eyes were shut tight and she was holding on to the wheel's handle as tightly as she could manage. She heard her father tell her that it would be the last time and felt herself spinning quickly once more. As she began to slow, Alana Finch opened her eyes and looked around. Her father had already reclaimed his position on the bench and had picked up a newspaper, so she began to look around for her brother. Surely, he was doing something entertaining.

Stepping off of the wheel gingerly, Alana's red eyes scanned the park slowly. The four year old could see several other children playing around the park, but she didn't bother going over to any of them. Alana didn't really like playing with other children. Finally, she began to walk around. She knew Lorin couldn't have gone too far. "Lorin, where are you?" she asked in a sing-song voice as she began to walk around. "Daddy says you have to play with me" she lied.

 

[Lorin Finch]

Lorin could hear the children thunder above him as he huddled beneath the solid metal slide with a bundle of sticks and a couple of sharp stones. As per usual, Lorin was hard at work creating something. Today, he was attempting to carve the sticks into little people. They were very roughly made, and he was just making a misshapen sword when he heard his little sister's voice calling out to him. He very nearly managed to stop himself from speaking. Alas, he did not, and he responded without so much as looking up from his scraping at the wood. "That's not fair," he said, hoping his sister would not disrupt his fun, "why can't you go play with someone else?"

He glanced up in the direction of his sister, before allowing his eyes to roam towards the other children. This was supposed to be a nice day out, a nice trip away to somewhere special. But Lorin's idea of fun remained much of the same, wherever he went; hiding himself away from any other children, making weird little toys to play with.. He did not usually get the chance to meet other children, and something tugged at his insides the moment he even considered it. He didn't know how to make friends. He didn't mind it just being him and his sister. Actually, he preferred it being just him. "You don't like the games I like," Lorin furrowed his brow, "you don't know how to play." He didn't want his sister playing with something with him, right now, he was preoccupied in his own little world.

 

[Bothizar Styx]

Being the third child of a couple had its perks. Bothizar Styx had yet to realize it. The son of two Death Eaters, Bothizar did not know what could come of it. All he knew was that he was going out to play at a park with Nicolas and his other siblings. Bothizar noticed that Damianos was gone a lot. His older brother was going to be some important person, but Bothizar did not care. He was too young to care. His golden eyes roamed the park, before he tried to figure out what he wanted to do first. Bothizar was a quiet kid, so he did not yell for Nicolas to come with him. He might just follow his older brother around. Bothizar had also recently set the curtains on fire so he was definitely magical. He did not know if Kairi and Kassye have done it either. Bothizar smirked slightly as he looked around at all the children.

None of them were really fun to play with. He wanted his father to be here, but his father was always working and it sucked. Bothizar approached his older brother Nicolas and he said, "What should we do?" He kind of wanted to stir up some trouble because there was nothing else to do. His golden eyes looked around, and he thought that the girl with the red eyes afar looked rather fun to pick on. Bothizar did not believe in cooties the way he was raised, but he did not like girls at all. They were always so whiny. His twin sisters often drove him nuts. He did not know if Nicolas felt the same way. Thus, he grabbed a rock and he threw it, not caring where it went. Bothizar almost hoped that it would hurt someone. "Let's go swing, Nicolas." Bothizar shrugged before he started walking in his black sneakers toward the swingset.​

 

[Nicolas Styx]

Nicolas shrugged his shoulder when his younger brother asked what they should do. Well he knew what he wanted to do but he knew he would be scolded by his mother if he was caught doing it. He was forbidden from tying his younger siblings to a tree. For a minute he wondered if he could get any of the other children to let him tie them up. But he didn't know if he wanted to risk that. "I dunno. Mom said we can't play prisoner anymore." Nicolas sighed and kicked over a sandcastle that had been previously built within the sandbox, over. Damianos was off training with father so Bothizar and Nicolas were stuck having to keep one another entertained. Kassye and Kairi were off with another relative for the day, and Lanithro was too small to play with them. Nicolas didn't have much of a choice on whether he wanted to play with his brother or not. Bothizar kind of followed him around anyways. It was really cool sometimes to have someone look up to him like he looked up to his father and older twin. But sometimes it was also annoying because Bothizar got him into trouble sometimes. It was his job to get people into trouble. Not the other way around. Looking at the other kids at the playground he wondered if he could trick them into playing with him. He was good at convincing the other kids to do what he wanted.

Nicolas shrugged and followed his brother to the swing. "Fine, but I get to push!" Nicolas ran toward the swing set. The five year old intended to push his little brother on the swings. He didn't like the swings much. At least not swinging himself. But he liked pushing his siblings. Hopefully Bothizar didn't mind going high. Nicolas could see the other kids still playing and he had the strongest urge to go over and play with them. Maybe he could get them to play a game with him. Nicolas remembered his mommy always saying that if he wanted something he needed to go and make it happen. But as a five year old he wasn't sure if he knew how to get other people to listen. "Hop on Bothizar." Nicolas patted the swing with his short arm. He flicked some of his hair away from his face and started to get impatient waiting for his brother to hurry up and get on the dumb swing!​

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[Alana Finch]

Alana wasn't surprised to hear her brother's voice coming from underneath the slide. He was usually holed up in his room, playing or creating something so finding him in a space that was apart from other children was not unusual to the young girl. Alana sometimes liked to watch Lorin at work because he was really good at building things. Watching him silently for a moment, Alana allowed her brother to speak without comment. Once he'd finished, however, the little blonde girl had plenty to say. "All the kids here are stupid" she whined, conveniently forgetting that she often called her brother the same thing. "I do too know how to play" she added, a pout crossing her face. She had a sudden urge to kick her brother.

The four year old was not going to beg her brother to play with her, though she was considering going to their father and tattling. Only the fear that their little excursion would get cut short if their father thought they weren't playing nicely with each other stopped her. "You're meeeean" Alana stomped off towards the swings. If he didn't want to play with her, she'd just play by herself. Stupid Lorin and his stupid dolls, Alana thought to herself as she brushed past a little girl who was playing with a doll. Heading to an empty swing at a jog, Alana ignored the two boys already on their way there. She grabbed hold of a swing and struggled to keep the swing still enough to climb aboard. It was too difficult and Alana finally turned and laid across it, her belly on the swing. She picked her feet up and allowed herself to swing back and forth, humming a tune quietly.

 

[Lorin Finch]

Lorin watched his sister wander off at last. For a moment, he concentrated on doing his own thing, however, the thought of her tattling on him to their father, suddenly swamped into his mind. With a small, frustrated grumble, Lorin looked up, his eyes picking out the figure of his sister as it tried and failed to clamber onto the swing. He watched, with a slight smile, as she surrendered and lay across it, humming to herself. He supposed he had better join her and, regretfully, Lorin pushed the 'dolls' into his pockets (from which they soon hung limply), and walked forth to the swing set, noting the children around him with a rumbling stare.

"Get on, then," he said, catching hold of the swing as it almost thumped him in the chest and sent him for a burton. "I'll give you a push." He glanced round, checking that his father had not seen him shoo his sister away like he had done. The last thing he needed was his father scolding him.. Or worse, telling his mother what had happened. Lorin found that since his sister's arrival, he had grown slowly closer to his father, while growing ever distant from his mother. It was a shame, really, because he had tried to be a good son to her, but his every move seemed to have only annoyed her, or to have gone ignored. Inevitably, he had given up and withdrawn to his room. He was thankful that he had his own bedroom, for had he shared with Alana, he would surely have gone mad. His intentions for now, however resentful, were to get his sister properly on the swing and in motion, so that he, himself, could hop on another swing and maybe get some peace of mind, free of worry.

 

[Bothizar Styx]

Bothizar looked at his older brother and he let out a soft sigh. He really wanted to bully someone around because they were always fun. He was sure that they were superior. He didn't know how they were, but he was thinking that they were anyway. Bothizar looked for his mother, before he shook his head, his mess of blonde hair flowing about his face. He hopped onto the swing, and he was excited that Nicolas was going to be pushing him. His tiny legs could not really reach the ground, so it was going to be hard to do it all by himself. Bothizar hoped that once he was up in the air, his brother would join him in the swing next to him. He looked at Nicolas and he kicked his legs for a minute, to try to get the swing to go, but with no such luck it went. He pouted a bit before he muttered, "Whenever I get bigger, I won't have to have someone else do things for me." He was speaking more or less to himself, so it sounded like mumbles and murmurs. He was just hoping that when he was up in the air, he would not be bored anymore, and he would not have to deal with wondering what to do today. A child had a wild imagination, but not Bothizar. He was not very creative at all.

"Can you push me high, Nicolas?" Bothizar often referred to his brother as Nicky because it was easier for him to say. However he was working on using his full name. It was something that was needing some work, but he was four, he had an excuse. Bothizar's golden eyes looked over at the girl with red eyes. They were just so weird, Bothizar told Nicolas, "Hey look over there, that girl has weird eyes. What's wrong with them?" Bothizar was innocent, but he was still blunt. Just like his parents were. He probably would have been older if they had met earlier. He knew of his older siblings like Kaleb and Hades and Patricia, though he knew Kailie more. He didn't know much about the older ones because they did not live with them anymore. Bothizar was happy though, with his mom and dad, and his many younger and older siblings. Bothizar was not even sure who the middle child was. Bothizar gripped the chain tightly, as he was ready to be pushed up high, and the higher it went, the better off he was. He often laughed when he got that high. Sounded like he was always up to no good because he was laughing the same laugh when he set the curtains on fire.​