Cecelia walked into the wand shop and was browsing around. She knew what kind of wand that she needed, but she was hoping that they had hers in stock. Most places did not, as hers had a veela hair in it and those were very hard to come by. She was just so used to using her wand that she would be very upset if she had to purchase a new combination...

Tyrin was already in the shop browsing at some wand servicing kits, his wand was jamming a little of late with the excess power entering it. He turned to Cecilia and smiled, moving towards her.

"Hi there Chi Chi," He debated on kissing her or not but after the events in the forest he decided he would. He pecked her softly on the cheek. "How are things?"

Cecelia let a small smile escape, but something that had been bothering allowed itself to release before she could stop herself. "I haven't seen Delilah in a day or so...Do you happen to know where she is?" She was worried because even her twin telepathy wasn't working... She usually saw her sister twice a day but now she couldn't seem to find her.

"I have no idea," he answered silkily, "She must be jealous of us," he brushed an eye lash from her cheek and was about to grope her but he remembered he was in a wand shop. "So - what sort of wand are you looking for?"

She wrinkled her nose, unsure whether to believe him or not, but decided to speak. "A 9 inch solid oak with a single Veela hair in the center." She looked around and pouted slightly. "I don't think they have it... I may have to go to Romania to get it..." She wrapped her arms around her, unable to fathom why it was that she came into such a cool store. It had to be cold, for the wood's sake.

"The British dont use veela hair," He smiled, running his hand through her hair and feeling its texture. He then looked at her. "Shall we go and have a drink somewhere?" He was asking her on a date basically, he was confident about it. When you were Tyrin dates were easy to propose. There was still a flutter in his bowls.

She lowered her eyes a little bit. She was unsure... She felt a little bit guilty about accepting a drink from someone that was with her sister... Plus there was Dorien now... She shook her head. "Sure... But just a Butterbeer. I don't drink." She licked her lips and looked around for the man that worked at the shop. "Do you suppose that he could order it for me?"

He took her by the hand and led her out of the store. He walked along the street slowly, taking in the air and heading towards the three broomsticks. "Cecilia, I've been thinking. After the forest, I haven't been able to forget you."

She smiled with a light blush. "I appreciate that Tyrin...I haven't forgotten you either..." She licked her lips, looking around as they walked. She loved the smells of this area...It smelled like candy and chocolate in some places, then of pasta and bread in others.. It was very nice.

"But we can't forget that you're with my sister you know."

Tyrin smiled, she was so naive. "I am not with your sister," he said with only the slightest tinge of bitterness. "Someone stole your sister from me," his teeth clenched but then he eased up again. "Chi-Chi. I think I'd like to be in a relationship with you."

He stopped and turned towards her.

Cecelia's big brown eyes went suddenly wide, and she found herself speachless. "Oh...Tyrin, I really like you, believe me but..." She took a deep breath, finding it difficult to say anything for an answer to him. She looked down, licking her lips.

"But what?" He asked authoritatively, bringing her head up with his hand. He wondered why on earth there was a but - he was giving her an opportunity to be with him, one of the most sought after candidates in the school. If she refused it would mean trouble. If she accepted she would be his forever.

She shook her head and looked up. "Well... It's just that I'm the twin with the moral compass you know. I feel guilty dating you after my sister did. I mean, we are close even though I admittedly hate her freaking guts." She smiled at him, licking her lips.

He smiled and rubbed her shoulders. "You are the one that I like Chi Chi - not her," The word "her" has a manic twinge to it. He leant down and kissed her on the lips. "Will you be my girlfriend?" He asked her, holding her in his arms.

She looked down, unable to look him in the face. She needed time. She needed to think... She couldn't make such a decision without thinking about it! She had never had a boyfriend... Never really done anything she knew was going to hurt her sister...

"Tyrin, I need time to think. I really want to be with you, believe me but.. I need to think about this, okay?"

"Ok," he found himself saying. this was strange, why was he allowing her any time at all? He knew why of course, she would eventually say yes then he would use her ultimately to destroy delilah, the b*tch that left him and allowed another to steal herself. This was translated to a warm smile. He continued to walk.

"I'm glad you're so understanding," she said with a light smile, leaning her body into his as they began to walk again. "Are you hungry?" she asked, hearing her stomach growl louder than she had expected for it to.

"We could have a meal at the Broomsticks?" He suggested, he was also quite hungry. He ate little, he was busy reading, delving into ways to become great, experimenting with magic he often forgot meals. "They do a nice hot soup." His tongue did somersaults and his stomach growled.

She giggled and rubbed her hands together. "Ooh yummy... Have you ever been to the states? I've never had such a great clam chowder as I had in Boston." She smiled and looked around for the Three Broomsticks, but it wasn't in sight yet.

((OOC: I want clam chowder...))

OOC: We don't have chowder of any kind in Britain. lol. We do however have "Hot Pot" which is a mix of potatoes, onions and either lamb or beef

BIC:

"No I have never been to the doghouse....sorry, the United States," He smiled, knowing that there were dark wizards around ever corner there - death rates were the highest in the world. However it was the most powerful.

"Clam Chowder? Sounds disgusting."

((OOC: :whimper: There is NOTHING wrong with America you butt licker!))

Cecelia shook her head. "It's amazing. It's so delicious you know...I just wish they sold it here... I found a place not too far from here that has it ((OOC: and yes I did while I was in england lol)) but it wasn't nearly the same... It was greatly dissappointing.))

"We British tend not to concentrate on that crap they serve over there," this debate was getting heated now ((lol)). Tyrin would never back down to a woman. He changed the direction of the discussion - "Lets just go for that drink in the Broomsticks."

She pouted and turned to look at him. "My father grew up in the United States making me part 'Dog'." She crossed her arms and looked him up and down. "Think there's anything wrong with me?" she asked in a nasty tone, not unlike Delilah

"Well yes," Tyrin said simply, "The United States is an inferior country in both magical power and political stability. However you have not been subjected to the atrocities there much so you should be ok." Why did girls have to complicate things. Tyrin wanted them for a good f*ck - its when they opened their mouths the complications started arising. He hoped he didn't have to punish Cecilia but she really was pushing it.

She rolled her eyes and turned to walk away. "I'm not going to stand here and be insulted. I may not be Delilah but I know when to stand up for myself too." She waved at him and rolled her eyes. "Insulting me like I'm an idiot.."

"Walk one more step and I shall rape your sister until she bleeds from every limb," he said, his voice now more arid - dark and twisted. His face was darker now. His wand was out, he now had the cruciatus under his belt and was not afraid to practise and perfect how he used it more and more. Tyrin had become psycopathic, so involved and obsessed with power and now had a dangerous weapon he was not afraid to unleash.

Chi-Chi stopped in her tracks. What had he just say? No way in hell those words had just come out of his mouth and america is better. ((OOC: lol))

She turned around, her face full of rage. "You're why I can't find my sister. You did something to her didn't you!" she shrieked so loud all of the street heard her.

((OOC: After you hurt her she went to go hide lol))

He looked around, several students and adults now concerned. But he leant in and soon people continued. He whispered into her ear. "Your sister needed to be punished and I did so accordingly. Little Chi Chi, don't get upset, its the way I work. People upset me and I hurt them! Do you want your sister hurt even more? I shall destroy her, piece by piece. You don't want to speed up that process."

He grabbed her hand and smiled. "Now, lets go and have that drink," he made for the Three Broomsticks.

She ripped her hand away from him and stood a safe enough distance from him. "You-! You are sick, and twisted and I want nothing to do with a person who would say something like that to me! I mean at least you could have made a normal threat! 'I'll hit you'. 'I'll kick your ass!' But never in my life has anyone told me they were going to rape my sister until she bled!"

Tyrin raised an eyebrow in clear disapproval. "Cecilia, perhaps I have not made myself clear. We shall go to the three broomsticks as a couple and drink some butterbeer. You will not leave me here. You don't seem to understand the consequences. I have tortured your sister before," His voice was very conversational like it was an everyday thing, "And I enjoyed it. Give me no reason to do that again."

She shook her head, a look of utter disgust across her face. "And you want me to be with that? I'm not an idiot. You're not a boy Tyrin. You're a monster and I refuse to be afraid of a monster. Find someone more like you because I'm a nice person and I deserve to be with someone who's like me. Goodbye Tyrin." She turned around and walked as quickly as she could in the other direction.

He sighed then looked at his wand that seemed to gleam with blackness. He smiled as he did so. In his hand was so much power, so much power that he could use, he could hurt with - and gain fear. He swished his wand through the air experimentally. Delilah was going to be hurt tonight, just like he had promised.