Yaxley Residence

They hit the ground and Rhiannon stumbles a little, wrapping a hand around ehr stomach protectively. She straightens up and looks at the large red-brick building looming gloomily over them.

Jay reaches out to steady her. "You ok?" He looks at the house and begins to feel nervous.

"Course I am." She makes her way to the front door which is adorned with a serpent-knocker encrusted with emerald. She knocks.

He puts on a calm and polite demeanor and readies a pleasant smile for when the door opens. He glances at Rhi and grins.

She smiles encouragingly and the door swings open to reveal a tall man with ash blond hair and a permanent scowl. He looked very similar to his brother with his blue eyes and tanned skin.
"Rhiannon," He said in a posh english accent, "So good to see you home." His gaze shifts to Jay and he doesn't say a word. He moves to the side in order to let them through.
His glare remains on Jay.

Jay nods politely at him and gestures for Rhi to go in first.

"Hey Dad..." She walks in through the door, she looks around at the familiar entrance room. It was a soft beige theme with a scattering of couches and coffee tables. An elaborate wooden staircase dominated the back of the room and doors branched out either side. Rhiannon continued through one door and into a huge living room.

Jay follows her, admiring her home as he does so. He tries not to make any movement or mannerism that could tarnish her father's view of him.

Mr. Yaxley closes the door to the entrance room softly behind him and walks regally toward a large backed chair made from a blood-red velvet. He sits down and adjusts his suit, keeping his eyes on Jay and Rhiannon.
"What brings you home, darling?"
Rhiannan looks at Jay and smiles, "Father, this is Jay Hawkeye." She turns back to her father expectantly.

"It's a pleasure to meet you, sir," he says politely. He smiles charmingly. "You have a wonderful home."

OOC: I'm sorry, I need to get some sleep. Pause for now? Night.

ooc, Okay :~) Night

ic, "Indeed." His eyes slide to Rhiannon, "Why was it so important I meet this young man?"
She grits her teeth and meets his gaze with her own fiery one, "We are currently in a relationship, Father. And I thought it prudent you meet him."
"Really? It won't last long you know." He studies Jay a moment. "He doesn't deserve you," He says without any concern that Jay was in the room.

He takes Rhi's hand and smiles at her. He turns to Mr Yaxley. "You could argue that we're young and don't know what we want, but Rhiannon means the world to me. I feel like the luckiest person you could find whenever I realise that she accepted me of all people."

She beams at him.
Mr. Yaxley's lip curls. "Yes, I could argue that. But your childish fantasies never last, Rhiannon, you know that."
She glares at him, "Dad..."
"Don't use that tone with me! When Diedre hears about this... Speaking of, where is that woman? Deidre!"

Jay holds his tongue, but he would've liked to have said several things to Mr Yaxley. Instead he squeezes Rhi's hand gently in comfort.

-Pokes-

Rhiannon's mother enters gracefully from a side door. Rhiannon looks down.
She had the same shade of hair as Rhiannon but hers seemed to bounce as she walk, like those muggle shampoo ads. She was tall and elegant with a kind face but cold eyes a slightly lighter brown than Rhiannon's.
She smiles a small smile that doesn't reach her eyes, "Rhi, sweetie, how wonderful a surprise!"

He looks surprised at the similarity between the two, but he quickly hides it. He holds out his hand. "Mrs Yaxley, I'm Jay Hawkeye. It's a pleasure to meet you."

She takes it gently in her long manicured hand and smiles, "A pleasure to meet you Mr. Hawkeye. Welcome to our home. I take you have offered them snacks?" She looks to Mr. Yaxley who shakes his head with a grunt.
She turns back to the two with a smile, "I'll be back shortly, then." She gives Rhiannon one last look, her smile dropping faintly, before exiting the room.

She's... nice, he thinks. He turns back to Rhi and Mr Yaxley, unsure what to say.

Mr. Yaxley eyes the pair, "Rhiannon, honey, go help your mother in the kitchen."
"But-"
"Now."
She looks at Jay apologetically and walks off to the kitchen. Jay is left alone in the living room with Mr. Yaxley. Mr. Yaxley looks into the crackling fireplace and his face is illuminated in a ghastly manner.
"Tell me about yourself, Mr. Hawkeye."

He decides to be honest. He doesn't want to lie to her parents. "It is suspected that I am a half-blood, but as I don't know who my father is I can't be completely sure on my blood status, I'm afraid. I am, however, working on finding out who my sire is."

Jay pauses before rolling back his left sleeve to reveal the Dark Mark. He gestures at it with his other hand. "You can see where my loyalties lie."

His eyes narrow a fraction at this revelation but his face glows when he sees the mark. "How did you come upon this mark? How do I know it's authentic?"

"The Dark Lord burned it into my arm himself. If you wish I can show you the memory proving it."

"No that isn't necessary. When were you branded, boy?"

Jay rolls down his sleeve and attempts to remember. "I would say almost two months ago, sir. Maybe slightly more."