"What the hell-" Tristan growled, peering out of the blinds of his bedroom window. He at first thought that someone had pulled up into his driveway. But when he realized that his was the only van out there, and that it was running, he swore, seeing the group of kids. Believing that teenagers had wired his van and were attempting to steal it, he ran outside the house, turning the lights on as he went.
Even if they were muggles, they were going to wish that they had never touched his van. "Joke's up!" he yelled, pulling out his wand, pointing it at the driver's window. He could see the man inside, an obvious adult with flaming red hair. "Step out of the vehicle," he snarled, adding a lie, "And I won't hurt you."