Chapter 4

Protective

Elijah looked up from his book as he heard someone approach down the stairs to the courtyard. He was surprised to see it was his daughter. In a very short skirt.

"Where are you going, Elizabeth?" Elijah questioned and she seemed startled when she heard his voice.

"Daddy, you scared me. Davina has invited me out with her, as a fellow witch we thought we might learn from one another." She said making her way over to him, her skirt now he saw was covering very little.

"Not dressed like that you won't, at this time of the evening." He said sternly. Then turned to Georgiana as she arrived, a cup of tea in her hand.

"Tell her Georgiana."

"Your father is right Lizzie. Bad things can happen to girls who go out dressed like... Like that." She explained, although Georgiana wore short skirts,they were mid thigh length minimum but usually knee length for her own grace and dignity.

"You look like a hooker, little sister." Henry stated as he emerged as well from the study a book under his arm. The history of New Orleans the spine read as he placed it on the table beside Elijah. Elijah smacked him on the back of the head, gently.

"Do not be cruel to your sister, young man." Georgiana scolded in time with Elijah's well aimed smack. Henry flinched.

"Sorry, Lizzie." He apologised.

"No, Henry's right. I should change." She agreed and disappeared upstairs again, only to return in a knee length dress with short sleeves.

"That's better." Elijah said as he now saw the modest length of the skirt. "I am only trying to protect you, love." He added as she came over a kissed his cheek before moving to her mother.

"I know. I should have thought before I chose they skirt this morning. I'm sorry." She said hugging her mother.

"Better to realise mistakes before harm can come of them." Georgiana said and smiled as Lizzie hit her brother round the head.

"There's no need to be rude, Harry. Bye, see you later." She disappeared through the outer door to the street to a chorus of goodbyes from her family.

"Why does everyone keep hitting me today?" Henry questioned.

"Because you're in one of your arrogant moods. Don't worry your father is just as protective of you as he is of your sister." Georgiana said joining her husband and son at the table.

"She's right you know, I can be very protective when I want to be. Especially about magazines I find under beds in your room, Henry." Elijah said sternly and Henry blushed a deep shade of scarlet before disappearing off to find someone who wouldn't be protective of him, if that was at all possible.

Once he had gone, book in tow, Elijah explained to Georgiana what he had meant and she looked as equally shocked.

"Yes, be protective of him dear, women like that are a danger."

"I will, but do I need to be protective of you?" Elijah whispered saucily in her ear as she moved closer to him.

You can be as protective of me as you like..." She whispered back before kissing him sweetly and settling herself against his chest to listen to him read the book that lay open before him. As he began, she realised that it was quite graphic- or at least this part was.

"Perhaps I should be protective of you too." She laughed and Elijah smiled at her, lust in his eyes.

"Maybe you should."