Isaac tapped his wand to the rim of the tall, slender glass. It glowed blue and then sparkled. Birds and their sparkly drinks. He walked it to the witch and then he caught movement out of the corner of his eye. Lisa was leaned on the bar. He grinned at her, but then his eyes darted to his brother sitting at a table nearby.
"Do I even want to ask what you're doing with my brother?" he said. Lisa having a physical relationship with Timothy would have surprised him, but not so much with Stephen. Stephen was worthy competition, especially for someone who liked their blokes a bit rougher like Lisa seemed to. Not that he could control what Lisa did, but he didn't like the thought of her shagging his brother.