Week Four: Friday
Who: Upton and Alana
Where: Tunnels beneath the castle
When: Evening
What: Upton is a bad bad man

My my my, Halcyon House seemed empty tonight. Empty but for a few. The cats had all run off and left the mice behind to play. Wasn’t that nice?

And play they did.

Well Upton did anyway. He wasn’t really sure where any of his comrades were, or what they were doing. Something dastardly he was sure, something for their master, Sergius. Something to bring the school and those in charge, even further under his control. As for Upton however, he was having a bit of play with a little mind all too easy to manipulate.

Little Alana.

Upton stood within the shadows of the Terrene House Men’s floor. No, he had no worry of the guards. The guards here, in this area, were on his side after all. Upton had been practicing, getting far better with these mind tricks. On one so young and impressionable as Alana it should be not difficult at all. He concentrated his thoughts on her room, knowing it was the child and her sitter, all alone. The sitter was not much older than she was, well, not in supernatural terms. The former agent rally should take more care with his child. At least get an older, more resistant sitter.

Concentrating. What do little girls like? Ice cream. Wasn’t that what Rose had always whined for? No. Rose had been such a silent little thing. But she did like ice cream, of course she did. Ice cream with sprinkles… this was what he thought of as he concentrated his thoughts on Alana’s. A kitten eating ice cream with sprinkles. Yes. How could she resist?

Before the door even opened he was making his way off of this floor, moving ahead in the direction of the kitchen.