Open The Fucking Door

[Scott Hunt]

I storm up to Speare Mansion, hammering on the door as loud as possible and biting my lip hard to stop myself from yelling at it to open.
"You've got some fucking explaining to do, Christopher," I growl under my breath, hammering on the door again without giving it a chance to open.
I manage to keep still for all of five seconds before my hand falls to my side, grasping my wand in my pocket, and then hammering on the door a third time with my free hand.
"Open the fucking door!" I bellow, unable to keep from yelling any longer.

[Ian Hunt]

I frown slightly as I pull open the door. I could swear that voice was...
Yeah, Scott's.
I frown even more, "Scott? What are you-...?" I stop, seeing how angry he is, wondering what I've possible done this time.

[Scott Hunt]

"Uh-huh, so you remembered your cousins did you? Incredible. And there's me thinking you didn't give a fuck about anyone besides yourself," I roll my eyes bitterly, "Or maybe I was wrong, maybe you just don't give a fuck about your family, I don't know."
I pause, stopping myself before I can lose it any, then incline my head slightly in the direction behind me, "Outside. Want a word. Not for the lady of the house's ears."

[Ian Hunt]

"Can we not do this now? Please?" I mutter wearily.

[Scott Hunt]

"I'm terribly sorry, is this inconvenient for you?" I snap, gripping him by the shirt, "The least you can do is give me a word, Christopher."

[[Haha, told you I'd get round to making a new account eventually. ]]

[Ian Hunt]

I calmly detatch his grip from the front of my shirt, "Fine. A word."

[ooc-oh my bob. i love you mr giggles.]

[Scott Hunt]

I mutter something incoherent, stepping back out of the house and glaring at him impatiently.

[[Heehee. I love you too Mr Chips.]]

[Ian Hunt]

I close the door behind me, standing outside and raising an eyebrow at him.

[ooc- ;D ]