imperturbatus | Christmas Break in the Braus-Kirstein Household (wait for it...)

[ Stomping up the stairs and slamming his bedroom door felt really kind of good, to be perfectly honest. He's pissed. Beyond pissed, really. To the point that Jean Kirstein, brilliantly bitchy 15 year old boy, has not said a word in the last hour since driving back from the train station. The fury refuses to reach his tongue and the only words to really come out are "what the fuck Mom!" but he's already been reprimanded for his dirty mouth. He could really care less if anyone pulls through on their threat to further reprimand him for it, but those are the only words coming out of his mouth and it's not like he hates the bullshittery going on or anything.

Just...

Why?

Jean is surprisingly okay with having a bigger family. Surprisingly fine with now having a sister. But what in the ever loving fuck were they thinking by hiding this kind of thing from them? The most upsetting thing is that he can't even escape to a friend's house to ignore the situation because the only friend he has not living in the wizarding world is now his sister, living under the same damn roof that he is. ]

What the fuck, Mom?!

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[It was interesting.... to say the least. The person that her dad moved in with just happened to be Jean's mom.... And then all the pieces were put together. She just... wasn't sure what to think right now. The person her dad had gotten close to was someone she knew well enough and while she liked Jean's mom, it was strange to think that she was going to be her step-mom too.

Which meant that she now had a brother.... She was worried about Jean though. He was obviously pissed off and it made sense.]

Jean...? Are you alright?

[ Jean should be nice. He knows this. But instead of answering with any measure of promptness, he sits there for a long moment with his head against his headboard, legs bent and his forearms against the top of his knees with his wand in hand. It's useless in the muggle world until he turns a certain age, but it doesn't mean he can't take comfort in holding the damned thing. That he can't roll it between his fingers to try and calm down. ]

Yeah. Just perfect.

[ Whether that's an invitation or not, Sasha can decide. ]

[Even if it wasn't, she was going to come in anyways. Taking a seat on his bed, she tried to search for something comforting to say. Anything...]

At least.... it's someone that we know after all...

I don't bloody well care about that anymore!

[ Outbursts, yay. ]

Why the hell wouldn't they tell us about this? We're not little kids, Sash. They don't have to protect us and it damn well pisses me off that they think they should.

I agree. I just... I don't know how to really feel... Finding out about all of this through letters from my dad made me a little sad. I know my dad has to move on some time and there's nothing against your mom or anything I just...

I don't... know what to feel... What to think even...

[ Even with Sasha saying there was nothing against his mom, Jean's immediate thought was to wonder if Sasha thought she wasn't good enough for her dad. Jean, fortunately, brushed that aside in favor of focusing on the fact that wasn't realistic at all. ]

When she starts smothering you too, you'll think "I want out".

[ He sets his wand down on the bed side table and drops one of his legs, arms crossing in front of himself instead. ]

[She didn't mean it like that and he knows it. But honestly, nobody would be good enough for her dad... or at least that's the general thought a child would think of for their parent.]

Maybe.... but if I had to pick a new family, you guys would be the first I'd chose, so I guess in the end I don't mind.

[ Any child except Jean. He doesn't care who his mother ends up with, so long as she's well taken care of and happy. Y'know. For all the hissing and spitting he does about how overbearing she is, he still loves her. She has a kind heart.

With a quick huff and a roll of his eyes. ]

Well, it's not going to be a picnic. You better not hog all the hot water and spend an hour in the bathroom getting ready or I'll piss on something in your room.

[She's just going to roll her eyes at him too.]

Of course not. No promises on those though. Piss on something of mine, and I'll get you back.

[ And he has absolutely no doubt that she would retaliate. Their banter at least relaxes him and brings his temper down.

But before his mouth opens to remark about that, something strikes him like a bolt of lightning to the brain.]

Shit. You're gonna eat us out of house and home now...

[Which is partially her reasoning for it.]

Hmm... I am pretty hungry now that you mention it. [Teasing.... mostly....]

Well, I guess there's no counting on you for a hunger strike against them for keeping secrets from us.

[ Realistically Jean knows they need to eat, but hey. His spirits are picking up, he's allowed to make light, right? ]

Nope! Sorry. Food is my weakness, you know that.

You need a better weakness.

[ Jean closes his yes and rests his head against the headboard of his bed. ]

Well, I can't do anything to help that.

Christmas Break in the Braus-Kirstein Household (wait for it...)

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