Hailey Montgomery (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} haileyduelsbest) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} 20somethings, |
Though he wouldn't say having their wonderful mixed family together for this event had been a resounding success, it hadn't been a disaster either, and Hyperion was counting that as a win. Hailey was even talking to him again, albeit grudgingly, but she had been warm toward Zahara, so he would take her cold shoulder a little bit longer before insisting they set things right again.
But Hyperion was the kind of person who noticed so much more than people realized, even when it seemed he wasn't paying attention at all, and so he'd noticed when Kenzie had snuck off, and he wasn't oblivious to what she was doing. Rising from the table, he gave his fiancé a kiss, promising Zahara that he would find her in a little bit, and then he followed after his youngest.
She'd had a head start on him, so by the time he caught up to her, Charlie Weasley was walking away from her, looking awfully disgruntled, and he heard his daughter calling out a correction to her name. His eyes narrowed briefly at that--he did find it rather annoying when people assumed her name had to be short for something--but then mentally shrugged it off, distracted by the thick smell of some rather skunky weed.
Sighing, Hype walked right up to her and plucked the little pipe right out of her hand, though thankfully not mid-hit. "Kenzie, my favorite youngest child, you shouldn't be smoking this crap," he lectured with that stern dad face, holding the expression for a few beats before taking a hit off the pipe himself, holding it in for a moment before blowing the smoke out. His brow furrowed as he frowned and passed it back to her. "It's not high enough quality. Come by the office on Monday and I'll have a couple grams of better quality green for you." She probably thought he'd had no idea she'd been smoking pot for a while, but Hype really thought she should know better. He was just very much a pick his battles kind of dad, and weed was hardly a problem.