Family of Magic (PAFP need boy OR girl)

He laughs.
"Skittles hates everyone, except you it seems."
Skittles meows and purrs more, he hops up on the bed and curls up on it like he owns the whole room and looks at them through slitted eyes.

[fancypost bgcolor=white; border: WIDTHpx TYPE COLOR; opacity: 0.8;overflow: auto; width: 200px; height: 250px;float: right;] Molly stood still for a moment, then slowly approached the glaring Skittles. Right now, her options were 'Find another room' or 'Face certain scratching'; She was smart, but her common sense left her often. "Hey there, Skittles. That's my bed; I need to sleep in it. Could you please move?" she asked softly, reaching to pick up the cat.

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He purrs and turns to putty in her hands, purring so hard her hands vibrated, Sigurd raises an eyebrow.
"That cat loves you, that is rare..."
Skittles hisses at him but then goes back to purring in Molly's arms.

[fancypost bgcolor=white; border: WIDTHpx TYPE COLOR; opacity: 0.8;overflow: auto; width: 200px; height: 250px;float: right;] Wow, that went better than she expected. Molly was a little dazed for a second; She just befriended a usually-ornery cat. She carefully placed Skittles on the dresser surface, "I gotta put my bags there, alright? You don't mind?" she didn't want him switching back to the angry creature.

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He just looks at her and continues purring.

[fancypost bgcolor=white; border: WIDTHpx TYPE COLOR; opacity: 0.8;overflow: auto; width: 200px; height: 250px;float: right;] Eyeing Skittles wearily, Molly set her bags onto the bed. She opened them, and began removing her stuff. She relaxed now, realizing the bipolar cat wasn't her enemy.

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He perches on top of her pillow and purrs, looking at her with slitted eyes. Sigurd blinks.
"That cat is evil..."

[fancypost bgcolor=white; border: WIDTHpx TYPE COLOR; opacity: 0.8;overflow: auto; width: 200px; height: 250px;float: right;] Molly rolled her eyes at Sigurd's claim, "Oh, please. Maybe he has his moments, but I bet he's a sweetie, deep down." she finished up setting out her clothes and things. She took a seat on the end of the bed.

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He tries to pet Skittles, who hisses and swipes at him, his ears flat against his head.
"Yeah... REALLY deep down..."

Ezra was a bit late, this was normal, Skittles was lying on Molly's lap and two different cats on Sigurd's as he ate a meal he'd cooked: steak and potatoes, actually a very good meal.

[fancypost bgcolor=white; border: WIDTHpx TYPE COLOR; opacity: 0.8;overflow: auto; width: 200px; height: 250px;float: right;] Molly was kind of sharing her spaghetti meal with the cat in her lap. Just noodles and NO meatballs for Skittles. There was a one-sided awkward silence between the two of them. She also wondered what the Heck was holding up her father.

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He walks in looking a bit messy with his cloak looked ragged. He sits down and takes a breath.
"Well... angry clients aren't pleasant..."

[fancypost bgcolor=white; border: WIDTHpx TYPE COLOR; opacity: 0.8;overflow: auto; width: 200px; height: 250px;float: right;] Obviously. Molly was an expert on bad days. She had her fair share of them. If she had a nickel for all the times it happened, whether due to girls badmouthing her Mom or some other thing, she'd be rich. "Dad, don't take this the wrong way, but you look like a mess."

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"I know, angry clients are a bit violent."

[fancypost bgcolor=white; border: WIDTHpx TYPE COLOR; opacity: 0.8;overflow: auto; width: 200px; height: 250px;float: right;] "Take a seat. You look like you need to cool off..."

And maybe change your clothes. Molly kept that little addition to herself. Surely, Sigurd agreed with her; She glanced to the apprentice to get his silent agreement. Am I right?

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He shrugs as if this was a perfectly normal occurrence and smiles.
"So what happened?"
"Threw a bottle of acid at me, hit my cloak."
Sigurd looks at Molly.
"His clients are a bit... violent and insane..."

[fancypost bgcolor=white; border: WIDTHpx TYPE COLOR; opacity: 0.8;overflow: auto; width: 200px; height: 250px;float: right;] "I can tell..."

Acid?! What kinds of clients did her Dad work with? Molly could only imagine. And the images weren't pretty, let me tell you. She gathered some more spaghetti on her fork.

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Sigurd looks at her.
"You alright?"
Ezra gives her a look then stands slowly.
"Molly, I wanted you to do something for me, or for yourself, depends on how you see it."
he walks forward and gives her a small notebook, it had three locks over the cover with various sized keyholes.
"I want you to locate all the keys to open this journal, it is my first. I made this when I was eight years old. The first key is in your room somewhere and it also has a hint to where the next one is."