Who: Aedan Vael and Sherrinford Holmes and some NPCS Where: Harrod's of London When: December 16th What: Someone got caught shoplifting and wasn't calling his dad for help. Warnings: Shoplifting, etc. Will update. Aedan had been rather pleased that he'd managed, so far, to get away with calling Sherr in place of his father. Pretending the man was his uncle was an act of genius, he was pretty sure. This way, maybe no one would have to find anything out. It LOOKED like the shop was going to let him go with a slap on the wrist too if he kept playing up the role of the inexperienced teenager who had made a terrible mistake.
As he waited in the office, he tried not to look smug or anything, sure they wanted to see him looking contrite. It was a difficult look for him to manage when they kept scolding him, in ways he found hilarious, personally, but...he didn't want to go back to court, or to the judge, so he did his best. When he finally got word, via a phonecall on the desk in the stark white room where they'd stuffed him in a uncomfortable folding chair stuck next to a manager's desk, a policewoman leaning against the inner office door, the younger male officer perched next to Aedan's chair, daring him to do anything as he took the phone.
"Your Uncle is on his way in now." Fothergill said, at last. "NOW we can discuss what ought to happen here."
For a moment, Aedan almost lost it there and laughed. Almost.