Amongst the towels[104- Open]

[Logan Renly]

He had to beat Straw home so scaling the building wasn’t really an issue. He had done it before and to be honest, the young man enjoyed a bit of ‘parkour’ now and then. Sure he could apparate into the hall way but that would also mean picking open the magical lock of the front door. And Logan really wasn’t in the mood for that riff-raff.

Nestled amongst the hall linen cupboard Logan had attempted to wrap a towel or so around the large eggs. They looked very cozy and in Logan’s opinion quite inconspicuous. Although Logan was at this point just hoping for the best; yes Straw would see them and yes he may be a little irritated. But Logan was sure he would come around… Eventually.

Once Straw see’s how easily packed away they are and how simple the task is surely then he wont mind. Maybe.

Between the towels the five egg’s shells shone and seemed to twinkle a little. Logan smiled broadly at his neat-ish achievement and briskly headed back out the window of which he had charmed his way in. And with that it was like Logan had never even been in the apartment in the first place.

[Straw Buckett]

Vomit, tears, more vomit, poo explosion… the trip home was more eventful then New Years Eve. An exhausted Straw struggles with the front door, his shirt stained with yellow vomit, Spaiden in tears in his left arm while his right fumbles with the pram containing a very pale Joshua and Scarlett. He was sweaty and on the verge of vomit himself, he never liked vomit, poo not so bad but vomit.. he loathed it. Straw finally making it into the flat, he placed the very inconsolable Spaiden on the floor with a soft toy, Straw rushed Scarlett into the kitchen sink, to his relief she did not object. If she was going to be sick this was a good place to be, he was thankful she could see that and silently agreed with her father.

With a flick of his wand, the bath was full of hot steaming water to which Joshua went straight into. With an extra flick, bubbles over took the bath and seeing the calm in his son’s face Straw acted quickly and placed Spaiden into the bath as well. The little ones were instantly peaceful again and Straw felt his own panic to fix them slowly fade inside him. Arms out stretched, Straw slowly maneuverer the vomit and poo stained clothes into the laundry, throwing them into a bucket and sighing. “Will deal with that later."

Before returning to Scarlett, Straw headed for the linen cupboard. His thought process being he should probably cover himself before attempting to help his on-the-verge-of-vomit daughter. With a sweeping motion he swung open the cupboard door, reached for the towel and was about to yank it out when he froze… there was an egg. In fact it wasn’t just one… there were five. His blood ran cold, his eyes bulged and with swift turn almost matching that of a ballerina, Straw whipped around expecting to find his cousin standing innocently behind him. Straw called out his name, “LOGAN?” He wasn’t impressed, how on earth was he supposed to look after his three children and five eggs?! What was Kat going to think? Oh god.. Kat!

Glancing at his watch he realised his wife would be home any moment, he had to hide these things…FAST! Picking up one Straw began to run around the house, where could he put them? He looked in his bedroom cupboard.. ‘No she’ll see that’ He ran to the kitchen, opening the top cupboards where she couldn't reach, the egg didn’t fit.. he ran to the bathroom, no room, he ran the lounge.. spinning in a circle the panic began to grow.. and then he heard the door knob twist. Straw ran back to the linen cupboard and shoved it back it just as the door opened.

[Kat Samuels]

Work was tediously boring today. What with wizards and witches everywhere discovering the joy of the muggle internet, every person who walked through the doors today had diagnosed themselves through the wonder of google. None of them had been right. What wizard ever had caught the chicken pox anyway? Ridiculous. Dragon pox though were on the loose. Unfortunately all she could do was calm the patients down and send them home with the firm warning of “do not scratch”. It had been constantly busy all day, but tediously repetitious and when the clock hit 4 she was out of there without a second glance.

Ordinarily Kat would walk most of the way home, she enjoyed the chance to think to herself and just get away from four needful creatures for a moment, but today she had no such luxury. Straw started work shortly after she finished. They only had time to hand over the kidlets and with a quick kiss he would be off to work the evening shift. Such was life.

Apparating into her kitchen after disabling the charms around the house, Kat dropped her bag to the floor with a sigh. There was Scarlett in the sink, looking particularly pleased with herself. Her brothers and father were nowhere in sight. Typical. Scooping her daughter up in her arms and kissing her softly on the forehead Kat watched as her expression turned from pleased with herself to slightly green to downright sick. Swearing quietly under her breath Kat managed to hold her daughter over the sink just in time to catch most of the vomit. Maybe Straw had had the right idea after all.

Opening the door to the hallway revealed a rather dishevelled Straw standing by the linen closet. He definitely didn’t look ready for work that was for sure, neither of them really did when they tackled the triplets alone. Kat gently carried Scarlett towards the bathroom where, by the look of her husbands wet hands and hair, her other two children were already playing. “Had fun then Straw?” she asked with a knowing smile, “You better get out of the way, I need to get a towel out of the cupboard to help clean up Scarlett before I put her in with the boys, and you better clean yourself up and get to work anyway, you’re going to be late”.

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[Straw Buckett]

If it were possible the little girl inside Straw internally let out a high pitch scream at the sight of his wife. She was heading straight for him, her voice was muffled by his confused and rather scared brain. All he got out of her was 'move'' & 'need a towel'. Acting fast Straw threw himself directly in front of her, "Oh heeey sweetie," in his nothing suss voice, "You're home..." he glanced at his watch, "On time, woo for being on time!" being wet and smelling like a combination of poo and vomit did not stop the man from attempting to give her a kiss on the cheek. "That's ok, I got this one," he said nervously then grabbing her shoulders he tried to spin her around and push her back toward the kitchen. "You go make yourself a tea, I'm almost done hear,"

'Crap crap crap!' he panicked knowing all too well she was going to see right through him. He tried a new tactic, distraction, girls were so easily distracted. But what should he bring up? Shopping? painting nails? A nice person from work? "So how was work? Did you see that nice person again? Oh wow did you just paint your nails? They look great!" Yup nothing suss at all, Straw was a genius, Kat would not suspect a thing.