Katie

" So do you have any idea on why Mimsy wants you 2 to be guardians." Jack asks as he heads to the door. " I know I'm not exactly Mr. Angel when it comes to well anything but honestly Corvus, that's his name right?, hes just creepy. I mean what is he anyway he travels through shadows, and just appears out of nowhere, he eavesdrops on everything you say. He's creepy-"

"Oi! yeah well creepy is better than being a bloody siscon like you are!" and there's Corvus standing just outside of the door way leaning against the wall next to it.

"Scheiße!" Jack jumps "don't do that man. See this is why you're creepy"

"You already know that I don't really care, so no use going spar over it"

" What are you a robot or something?" Jack asks laughing.

" No I'm not a robot. I just don't give damn." The Brit deadpanns which only makes my brother laugh even harder.

"oh MiM! Corv jus, just stop anything you say just proves my point!" my brother cackles with glee.

" shut up, git."

"Language Corry."

"don't call me that git."

" oh is creepy goth boy getting mad."

"Its punk not goth, then again it takes more than half a brain cell to tell the bloody difference."

Shit ,Corvus wasn't usually this ill-tempered, with his stiff upperlip british punk attitude, he's usually so calm no matter what happens.

" hey guys don't fight" I say quietly, maybe this can be resolved before Corvus tries to kill Jack.

"Sorry to tell you this but ,what is the verdamt difference?" Jack questions, still smiling but eyes flashing dangerously.

" goth is down beaten and indifferent. Punk is rebellion." Corvus' steady voice wavering slightly with dark boiling rage, his hands tightening into fists.

"guys please its not important!"if one of them doesn't stop soon they could end up killing each other.

" oh so your punk, hm so you vandalize government buildings?" Jack has Corvus there. I've seen Corvus spray paint the parliment building in his home city London, England.

"graffiti is only vandalism if it ugly or distasteful. My work is never so." Shit. Corvus is starting lose control, he never talks like that unless he's starting to lose control. And once again a point is earned Corv's work isn't just vulgarities splattered and sprayed onto a wall, I honestly believe some if not all belong in a museum. Jack tilts his head at Corvus's response ,a look of mild interest on his face.

" I'm not hearing a no, bet ya run from the police too" now Jack soundsmore or less serious, and surprisingly enough has lost all mockery in his voice,some how is his voice still lighthearted though. This change in tone takes Corvus by surprise.

"fine yes I do graffiti," Corvus says resignedly "and I only run from the peelers if they catch me" the shadow boy states matter-of-factly "which they don't." Corvus smirks at this last part evidently proud of that little truth. " you're hardly one to talk though, but you know that already don't you."

My brother's face breaks into a huge smile that drips with mischief and laughs.

"Well then I think this going be the start of an awesome friendship" Jack laughs all pretense of hostility gone.

"wha-!?" what just happened. "one minute- you were -and now you're!?" Is anybody else confused by this. One look at Corvus tells me yes. He just stares at my brother as if he just grew two extra heads, the same one he gives me when I've lost him, the one that screams 'are you insane?'. He glances at the hand Jack has extended then back to Jack.

"are you spar!?" Corvus yells at Jack " or just an idiot"

"hey don't be harshin' the awesome." Jack says with mock indignation, his smile still there. Hand still extended, which Corvus glares at. If looks could kill Jack would be an unrecognizable pile of raw meat right now and being devoured by Edgar Yin and Emily Yang, Corvus's lieutenants.

"crazy definitely crazy." Corvus says decidedly, turning on his heel and walking in the opposite direction.

Jack flys over his head and lands right in front of Corvus, his smiling face now one of seriousness.

"look Corvus I'm sorry for attacking you ,I'm as you like to put it a 'siscon' and I'm very protective of my little sister. So there I'm sorry."Jack says putting his hand out. Corvus just stares at him, unimpressed."com'on Featherface don't leave me hanging."

Corvus

Featherface? Did he seriously just call me Featherface? I AM GOING TO PUNCH HIS STUPID FACE. When I stop laughing my ass off. This entire situation is hilarious to me.

" Ace, git you got yourself a deal." I take his hand shake it then pull him forward. Into my fisted other hand. I turn around to look for the kitchen, I've not eaten since that pub three days ago."Call me Featherface again and we'll see how my knives cut your flesh. All correct?" I touch a shadow on the wall, I'm starting to see how Black and Raven broke in. Nikolai really needs to get more lighting , all these shadows just make it too easy.

"oh and Kathrynn ,its almost morning in Pennsylvania. I suggest you get a move on if you want to get there before Sophia and James wake, love." I call before I'm completely sucked into my passage.

Authors note

Hey its been awhile

Well I've researched British slang so here's the deal. 'Okay' is American slang and didn't come to England until after WW2, it stands for Oll Korrekt which was an Americanization of the term All Correct or AC/ Ace. Seeing as Corvus is from the Victorian era he would use Ace instead of Okay. Spar means crazy. Git is derived from ijit, which in turn comes from idiot. And the term love is basically a generic way to address a woman. Peelers are police in eastend cockney. Despite appearances Corvus can actually be quite charming, extremely polite, and very studious if slightly old fashioned at times, this is because of the time period and place he grew up in.

Jack and Kate are from colonial Pennsylvania so they are German(technically Prussian) and Gaelic. So Jack would know enough German to swear profitiantly. Kate has about 300 years of interaction with other countries and people and politics, needless to say she knows pretty much every language under the sun too the point of perfect slang usage.