Username: 
Password:    
Remember Me

Search by :  Username E-mail Region Interest AOL IM ICQ Number Yahoo! ID MSN Username Jabber

Elliot Ashford (bound_elliot) wrote in bound_rp,

A thin brow lifted as the interactions between the two friends played out before him; Ezra latched onto Eve with the coordination of a twelve-year-old, which spurred the curiosity within Elliot concerning just how old the younger male actually was. If he was practicing magic so openly in public, he’d certainly have to be brave, not to mention confident enough in his abilities; but for now, the youth’s head continued being turned towards the ground, eye contact seemingly unimportant. The young scientist had to hold back an internal groan; that was one of his biggest pet peeves.

Elliot hadn’t heard the reasoned whisper into Eve’s ear, but her response told him just enough; the boy had been glamouring his eyes, and now were perhaps more stuck than the youth wanted. Great, a plucky beginner.. If he wasn’t that experienced, he shouldn’t have been toying around out in public. But then, what concern was it to Elliot? Deciding it wasn’t, he couldn’t hold back the joyous chuckle that came from hearing Eve instruct Ezra.

“I hear Clear Eyes works just as well; I’d stay away from the generic stuff, though.” Turning his attention to the long fingers extending from his hands, the brunet flicked off imaginary lint from the edge of one of his nails. These two were more interesting than going back home; at least for now.

“No need to apologize. We haven’t properly met, but uh, I’m Elliot Ashford.” He just hoped the first response wasn’t about his grandfather’s recent death, or the rumors about how it was his mom that went psycho-killer before throwing up metaphorical deuces and disappearing. “My family knows of yours, so I guess the foster system did a better job of hiding a witch than our own families did.”