Magicians (Re Draft)

VII- Orion

VII-Orion

My uncle returned late the next day after he left. After this all started.

Owen and I watched with anxious eyes as he rolled through the front door with a tiresome expression plastered on his face.

"Your home," I stated. "Finally."

He looked up at us and only gave a slight nod of the head. I didn't think he heard me. His exhaustion seemed to block out the noise.

"I'm sorry for being gone so long, I had...matters to take care of."

He was hiding something from us. The way his jaw tightens says so every time.

"Why aren't you boys in bed? And wheres your sister?" our uncle asking, trying to sound more awake.

Before we could answer the laughs of Will and Rose echoed from the entrance to the shop.

My brother and I rolled our eyes as my uncle chuckled softly.

"They've been smooching and giggling like little girls all day," Owen gagged. "I think he's got her under a love spell."

"Oh please," my uncle snorted. "You haven't seen a love spell in the works. It's hilarious what it can make people do."

Owen smiled as I focused on my uncle.

"So, where did you go again? You were gone for a whole day."

My uncle cleared his throat and wheeled towards us.

"Well," he started. "I went to have a lovely talk with the Regiment Of Merlin."

The way he said "lovey" was sarcastic to the bone. He clearly was annoyed with whoever The Regiment Of Merlin was.

"The Merlin Council decided to have a chat with me too. Too much excitement for one day," my uncle groaned. "And I have to go back tomorrow for more." 

I had a feeling they were doing more that chatting. And I was determined to find out.

...

Breakfast was peaceful till Barth showered the daily mail on us. The newspaper landed with a large thump in my bowl of cereal. Milk and Lucky Charms (the real deal) exploded over me as we heard Barth laugh above.

Will had a pile of orange juice soaked letters pile on his head (which I didn't not regret) and Owen was pulling a syrup covered flyer off his face.

Caesar sat at the end of the table sipping his morning tea without a change in expression.

"Orion, be gentleman and hand me the paper will you?"

I didn't say anything. I just handed him the paper and watching him dry it off with a napkin, then opening it, hiding his face behind the "Merlin Chronicle".

On the back page I couldn't help to notice an image of that wanted, The Shadow Master. The way his eyes glared out from behind that mask made the hair of my arms stand up. I knew it was only an image, but still.

As Will pulled the soggy letters off his head he said, "what's in the news today, uncle?"

"Bah," his uncle spat behind the paper. "Nothing worth reading. I swear there's nothing decent to spend my mornings reading about. Wizard mugged here, Pixie fight there."

"Sounds better than the mortal paper," Owen said with a mouth full of food.

"Hardly," Caesar groaned.

Anxiously, I spoke up.

"Anything on that wanted dude?" Everyone was silent. "I mean, I hear a lot a stuff about that guy," I added.