Phabian's patience was running out. Mostly because Quinn kept bringing up these subjects about caring and having a heart. Of course, Phabian had both of those and more than anyone thought. He's always been near Kennedy through out his entire life. From afar, but always there. If that didn't count as caring then he didn't know what else would. Quinn was just talking without any real evidence or clue and that's what wore his patience out.

"You really don't know what you're saying, Quinn," Phabian said, slowly, shaking his head. His hand gripped his wand tighter. If it wasn't for Beverly in his arms, there'd be spells flying all over the place by now. Oh, so now he was the idiot. "Mistakes happen," and then he smirked, "your mother should know since she made four of them." And yes, he was implying that all her children were that, along with marrying Audric. Ciara could have been great, if only she hadn't grown so...so weak.

Did this guy ever shut his trap? Phabian found himself tuning him out as Beverly settled her head on the crook of his neck and her small hands cling to him. It was her that was keeping him grounded and Quinn should feel fortunate of that.

Then Audric Quinn joined them. Of course, Phabian had not expected anything less from this man. He, unlike his wife, seemed a better fit parent...from his son's point of view. And then he started blabbing away just like his son. He felt Beverly's evened out breath tickle his neck. Ah, she was sleeping. "Audric, nice seeing you," he said, not really meaning it. He still had manners. Phabian then glanced around and shrugged his shoulder. "If someone ever dared hurt my children I wouldn't worry about the public." Nope, but then that was him. He wasn't the docile type when it came to his blood. Plus, he was just trying to get to Audric, it was and most likely will always be one of Phabian's favorite pass time.

Hector eyed Audric as he appeared. Just like his brother, he had a special dislike for him. Anyway, he wasn't greeted and Phabian made sure to point out manners. At least, the Jones brothers didn't forget etiquette in times of boring old drama. Unlike Phabian, Hector wasn't going to greet anyone. In fact, the tip of his fingers itched a whole lot more and it was becoming difficult to ignore his craving for a duel.

So the public was the only thing holding Audric back? Heh. Fool. Hector went to stand next to his brother, his arms at either side of his and ready for anything. "If your afraid of an audience we could always move this to a more comfortable location," he smirked at Audric. Oh yes, that was a challenge.

He could feel Yvonne's gaze on him. She knew if Phabian and him were to duel, Xavier would be affected by this in so many ways he couldn't control. It was his back up plan. Hector had not come here unprepared.

Yvonne has never seen Krys this angry. Sure, at one point she imagined it to be hot, but right now all she wanted to do was to comfort him, but it was impossible at this moment.

Then her uncle Hector said something that caused her eyes to snap toward him. He wanted to duel? Did he know what that meant? Of course, he did and she knew why he was doing this. "No," she said, shaking her head at him. "No...just no. No dueling." There was no way she was going to allow that.

Kennedy rubbed his forehead. This was getting WAY out of control and it was giving him a huge headache. He took a step back...then another...and another. He needed to get away before he blew up and either yelled or sided with someone. There were so many questions he needed to ask his father, yet he couldn't stand the man right now.

He slowly retreated and mixed into the crowd. He needed some time to cool down and standing here with a bunch of crazy adults wasn't going to help.