#//also since they're old friends feel free to just waltz right into the house XD

[unclebarnavelt-blog]

@patriiiarch

     “Uncle Jonathan?”

     The young boy sniffled softly as he slowly dragged his feet across the carpet before making his way down the staircase, swaying back and forth ever so slightly. It evident to all that he was feeling far from well.

     Glancing up from the plate of cookies laid out on the dining table, Jonathan pulled back his own thieving hand as he popped the entire cookie into his mouth, chewing quickly just as he heard his nephew coming around the corner. “Yes?”, he inquired with a muffled tone, his cheeks comically puffed out from the cookie he was still eating. Upon seeing Lewis though, Jonathan swallowed thickly, immediately taking notice of the redness around the boy’s eyes along with his pale complexion. “Woah, kid, you don’t look so good. You alright?” 

     Wiping his crumb covered fingers on his pant leg, the older man crossed the room over to Lewis, placing a gentle hand on the boy’s head, chuckling as he realized his entire palm practically covered half of Lewis’ face. “You, my young warlock-in-training are burning up and that is no good. Can’t have that, nope. I’ll never hear the end of it from Florence, that old purple gizzard, if you get me sick and looking grosser than usual.”, he stated with a light hearted laugh. “Probably best to skip poker night tonight and go straight to bed.” The young boy’s shoulder slumped downward, his expression changing to one of disappointment. “But what about poker night and meeting your friend?” “Ah, he comes and goes. You’ll get a chance to meet him one day. I promise. Besides, this gives you more time to prepare yourself to meet him and believe me, you’ll need A LOT of preparing. I mean, if you thought I was weird...”, he added, stuffing his hands into his pockets. Though it was true, his friend was weird.....he was one of the good ones.

     “Go on now, go to bed and-wait!” Jonathan turned back to grab a cookie from the plate, handing it to his nephew with a childish grin on his face. “Have a cookie for the road. You’re sick. You’ve earned it. I promise, this one is all chocolate and not nuts...like Florence.” It made the warlock’s heart swell with joy hearing Lewis laugh out loud. “Alright, off to bed with you.” Jonathan escorted the boy to the bottom of the stairs, watching the ten year old hobble up them before disappearing around the corner.

     Jonathan shook his head, slowly making his way back over to the dining room, continuing his task of setting up the table, becoming pensive as he wonder if he was doing okay. Fatherhood was something new to him and given that his own father was not the kindest of people, he didn’t have a much to go off of. He was simple; winging it. “Okay, food, drinks, poker stuff, definitely need that. Guess there’s nothing to do but wait.”