Wild Turkey

[Clara Hayes]

"No! Lana, no!" Clara Hayes was in a very worried mood. Her eldest sister Svetlana was attempting to use her very beloved toys as target practice and so Clara was running in and out of her room attempting to hide them all over the house. So far she had hidden some under daddy's bed, in the shower, under the sink, in the fridge, in the dishwasher, under the coffee table, inside the washing machine, above the stove (to which she had needed a ladder) in the garden and out in the forest. She had needed to crawl under the fence for this particular hiding place, but there was a substantial hole that Daddy hadn't found out about yet that allowed her to do so, now, she was trying to hide some of her toys in the lounge. She didn't know why Lana was trying to hurt her toys, but she had to hide them or she would have none left! Already her sister had managed to relieve her of some of her bigger toys, as she hadn't been able to carry them fast enough, but she was determined to hide all of the rest of them before Lana found them.

"No, Lana! No!" Clara may not have been able to speak very much english, but she at least knew the basics of the language. Daddy often spoke to her in italian, so she needn't learn it, but she had a feeling that Lana would not listen to her italian. Whether is was because she didn't speak it, or because she refused to listen, Clara thought it safer to use english, just in case. "No! Stop, Lana!" Clara pushed against her sister, trying to stop her, but she was too small to really make much of an impact. She needed to calm her sister down or something, but she hadn't a clue what to do. "Daddy! Lana, stop!" She didn't want her sister to find her toys whilst she was looking for daddy. He was the only one who could stop Clara's rampaging sister. Suddenly, things seemed to be in slow motion as Clara saw her sister reach for the bear she was currently holding. Being unable to hold off Svetlana, as she was much smaller then the older girl, Clara watched on in shocked horror as her sister tossed the bear skyward and exploded it. Mr Puggles floated to the ground in many tiny little pieces, one of which landed on Clara's nose. Tasting the charred remains of her favourite stuffed animal on her tongue, Clara immediately burst into hysterical tears.
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[Svetlana Altukhova]

Svetlana Altukhova looked at the pregnancy test again. She had gone all the way to the muggle world for one, just to ensure that her father wouldn't wonder why she was going to see a healer. She couldn't believe this. She had graduated not long ago and now she had this to contend with? Lana flopped back onto her bed and flung her arm over her eyes. This had to be the worst timing ever. Her boyfriend was still in school! This couldn't be happening. She didn't know what to do now, she had to be at least three months along by now, she was bound to start showing soon, she knew the only reason she wasn't showing yet was because she had really good genes. Her mother hadn't shown with her until she was nearly six months along and then she had almost ballooned overnight. Her mother had told her that. At first she thought it was a joke, but she realised now that it had to be true. Carefully Svetlana sat up and tossed the test into her bin. She stood up and carefully placed her hands on her stomach. How long could she hide this from her father? He already hated her and she hated him, but she knew she would need him now. Would he throw her out, send her back to her mother? Who knew anymore? After Cameron left he had changed quite drastically and Svetlana wasn't sure what he was capable of anymore. A knock at the door brought Svetlana out of her reverie and back into the present. Svetlana looked towards the door and waved her wand to open it. Little Clara came walking in, a huge grin on her face. Her innocent little face, for some reason, annoyed the hell out of Svetlana. Possibly it was because she was in such a foul mood over this that any sign of happiness from anyone else made her want to make them as miserable as she was. Rolling her eyes, Lana looked back into the mirror and sighed. "What do you want?" The kid barely understood english, but she hoped the tone of her voice would make the kid think twice about coming to annoy her, something that had somehow become a daily ritual. Clara however, didn't seem to take the hint and instead started riffling through Svetlana's drawers. Lana rolled her eyes again and turned back to the mirror, running her hands over her stomach and up to her breasts trying to figure out if they had gotten bigger. She was pretty sure of this fact and in so doing, was completely distracted from seeing that Clara had now moved to her bin.

It wasn't until Clara pulled out her pregnancy test and was examining it, that Svetlana realised what was happening and whipped around to try and grab it. Clara somehow managed to develop the reflexes of a ninja and was able to scramble away from her. Lana groaned and turned around to grab her again, only to see her sister tucking the test into her pocket and poking her tongue out. That was it, Lana had it! She had to scare some sense into the little cretin before Austiin found that test in her dress. "Oh! You've done it now you little brat!" Svetlana marched into Clara's room, Clara tugging on her pants as she went. Svetlana was in the zone now, Clara shouldn't have been so stupid. Svetlana immediately destroyed the first thing in her line of vision, one of Clara's big toy houses. It exploded and turned to dust. Svetlana may have been angry, but she didn't want to physically injure Clara or make a huge mess that she was going to have to clean. Turning around again, she disintegrated another of Clara's toys, before looking for more. As she was doing so, Clara was running in and out of the room with handfuls of toys in her hands, no doubt to hide them from Svetlana. Either way though, Svetlana was going to destroy a lot of her toys by the end of her rampage. Leaving Clara's bedroom, Svetlana decided that chasing after Clara was her best bet. Clara immediately called for her to stop, but it was too late. Clara had already pissed Svetlana off. This just wouldn't do. Immediately Svetlana started tearing all of the toys out of the lounge, attempting to find one that was soft enough to disintegrate. When she felt Clara pressing against her pelvis, trying to get her to stop, she immediately flinched and grabbed Clara's favourite bear. She would do anything to get her to go away and so she threw the bear into the air. "Reducto." The bear splintered and fell to the ground, now in millions of tiny little pieces. Svetlana watched on as Clara attempted to comprehend what was happening, and then she sunk to her knees and let out an ungodly scream that pierced Svetlana's eardrums. Now she was crying and Svetlana realised what she had done. Knowing that she was going to get into a lot of trouble anyway, she moved over to Clara and attacked the girl's pockets, but she could not find the test. Her only conclusion was that she must have dropped it somewhere whilst she was hiding her toys. Lana could only hope that it wasn't somewhere Austiin wouldn't find it. "F*ck, this is a goddamn disaster!"
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[Austiin Hayes]

Austiin had been in a foul mood since Fiji and there was no pausing it. Occasionally, his mood was subdued by good news, or something that made him happy, but today especially was not a good day. With his temper snapping left, right and centre, Austiin decided that he was not in the mood as of late to deal with the various problems brought to him by his children. Especially Ruben, who was only ever complaining about how she was lonely and wanted her Mai back. Austiin had heard an earful of Ruben's problems, and, quite frankly, he was one complaint away from shipping the girl back to Italy or hutning down her uncle who had apparently moved to New Zealand. She could stay with him for all Austiin cared if she was so distraught at living with him. Reaching for his glass of firewhiskey, he was surprised to find that it was empty. He had not realised that he had finished it, but made no attempt at a re-fill as he was not an addicted idiot that was incapable of controlling himself. However, he was feeling frustrated, and Clara bursting into his room was not helping his mood at all. He always told her that she was not allowed to just walk into his room whenever she felt like it. He had not cared until she took it upon herself to enter in the middle of the night because of 'nightmares'. Austiin did not care what hour it was, or how old she was, he was not a dreamcatcher, and it was not his job to listen to her nightmares when he would rather return to sleeping.

He observed her in silence, however, as she was gone just as quickly as she came. He lent over the edge of his bed, finding it awfully strange to find that Clara appeared to be hoarding her stuffed animals under his bed. He stood up and stepped off his bed, deciding that he would follow his young daughter in order to discover what it was that she was up to. He very nearly ran into a furious Svetlana on occasion, but that was nothing new. If he wasn't rampaging through the house yelling at someone, she was. He was usually silence her, but today he just could not be bothered dealing with whatever crap was wrong with her. He found himself out in the yard, and decided to stop following Clara there when he noticed a rather sizable hole in the fence. What in Merlin's name caused that? He didn't care anymore, but if he learnt that Imogen and/or Svetlana were casting charms without his guidance - and aiming them at his fence - he would snap both their wands. He was not in the mood for the vandalisation of his stuff. He ran his fingers across the damage, and concluded that it was not from any spell he knew (and he liked to think that after thirty six years he would know a few). Rolling his eyes, he repaired the fence and decided that Clara's toys could stay out in the forest, because he was not going to fetch them right now.

He made his way back to the house, but paused when he stepped on something solid. Removing his shoe from the ground, Austiin tilted his head at what he saw. Conjuring a glove, he picked up the device, and examined it closer. A muggle pregnancy test? He blinked in silence at this discovery,because there was no excuse for such a thing to be anywhere near his house. For starters, it was muggle-owned. Another issue he had with this was that there should only be one person in this house having to worry about pregnancies, and that was himself, and he did not have the necessary parts to use this effectively. Residing to the fact that he was going to have to scare the magic out of two girls and permanently maim some boys, he summoned a bag to place the item in. The item was damaged from the dirt, and from his weight, so he knew not the result, but either way he would need to deal with this before he had to deal with more children. He was not being a grandfather.

He nearly dropped the item, however, when he heard Clara screaming. For perhaps a second, he feared that there was something seriously wrong, but judging by the scream, it was not from fear. It was from frustration. Waiting to be hit by lightning, as this appeared to be the worst day that was just one lightning strike away from being the worst, Austiin returned to entering the house. He coughed slightly, swiping charred fluff from his face, and quickly located the wailing Clara. Using silencio to silence the screaming girl, Austiin plucked her up from the ground, and placed her on the lounge - which was filled with her stuffed toys - "Stay." He then turned to glower down at Svetlana. She had been treading a very fine line as of late, and Austiin was in no mood to deal with her, especially not after causing this mess. He disarmed Svetlana quickly, and collected her wand without breaking eye contact. "Give me one reason not to snap this across my knee and ship you back to Russia," he growled, holding the wands in both his hands. He was not playing. He was not merely threatening to snap her wand. He was quite willing to do it if he needed to, and he cared little about her opposition to his plans. If she p!ssed him off further, then she can go back to Russia and live as a muggle. Austiin did not care. "And on another note," he said, pulling the test from his pocket. "Care to explain what this is doing here?"
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[Leander Hayes]

Leander Hayes did not like all of the chaos in this household. There was always screaming and yelling, and it irritated him. He could feel a few extra pounds coming on from all the stress his new environment was bringing him. Ruben was the having the most trouble. Their father did not seem to care at all. Austiin was emotionally unfit to raise so many children. It was like he was losing at his least favorite game. Lee woke up to Clara's screaming. Someone was messing with her again. He groaned and rolled out of bed, literally. He fell out of the bed with a 'plop'. As usual, his hair was dirty. It was too easy to get his blond hair dirty. He had stopped trying a while ago. Tommy usually had something to say about his unkempt hair, but Tommy always had something to say about Lee. The two did not get along, and Lee had no time to go around mending relationships, especially the one with his father. It was not like he cared about his actual blood children. He cared more about abandoned misfits that had no place in this household or in his father's life. They carried too much baggage.

Leander walked downstairs silently. His footsteps were very quiet, and it was hard to even tell that he was breathing at times. His mother would wake him up in the middle of the night in fear that he was dead. Everything about the boy was quiet. It was perfect for thieving. Lee loved tangible things that weren't his. There were also things that weren't so tangible that he liked, but it required more thought in order for him to take them. Leander hardly ever asked for what he wanted. He just went up and took it. He was blunt about what he wanted. He, possibly, more stubborn than a bull. He was a Taurus after all. He crept into the lounge. Clara was silenced, and his father had two things in his hands. He was speaking in English, so he hardly understood what was going on. He simply went up and snatched the other thing from his father. He looked at it curiously. His mother used this once. It had been before Clara was born. That was the day when his mother said he was going to have another sibling. He was quick to put the pieces together. He did not say anything about it. He just let the object fall the ground before he reached for the wand. He understood his father say "snap". "Just snap." He spoke in a thick Italian accent. He had no problem breaking the evil sister's wand.