Dora who knew his siblings. Declan felt a little uncomfortable. How did he introduce himself now if she already sort of knew him? "Well, I'm Declan. One of them," he muttered and waved a hand in the air. It was a little dismissive and his father would think he was being socially awkward--something that had been said before, but Declan couldn't really think of another reaction right now.


Especially as she had taken his arm as they walked down the corridor.

Declan kept his eyes on the path before him, and rotated his wand with his fingers repeatedly as he held it. His other hand was busy trying to hold the plastic bag full of crackers while Dora got her share. He blinked, and felt a bit of soggy cracker fall on his cheek. It fell off as they walk so he pretended it was never there to begin with.

"You can perform that kind of thing?" Declan asked with his brows raised. "It seems dangerous. If you can control it, though, I'm quite impressed to hear it." He'd be even more impressed to see it executed perfectly. "Hmm..." He hesitated. He didn't know if he was best at it or if he had a natural knack for it. Or was he, as sometimes he believed, just a hack. "Ancient Magic and Divination is more my thing."

His mind wandered wishing there was more he knew about the Ancient Wizards of Egypt. It was a better concept to focus on that him being a gentleman. His face felt hot and Declan spun his wand faster.