Logan looked up quickly at the sharp whistle.

"I'll get it mum!" He yelled, trying to hide the excitement bubbling under his voice. He hadn't seen Roman in a while and wanted to see how he was doing.

Logan tried to run and put a shoe on at the same time and as a product of this, he fell face-first into a wall. Violet snorted with laughter.

"What?" He asked defensively.

"Nothing." They said, looking back at their notebook. "What's a good rhyming word for 'idiot'? I'm trying to write a song about you."

Logan shot them a dead-pan stare and didn't reply. He straightened his jacket before nearly running out the front door.

Once he got to the gate, he stopped dead. "You're not Roman."

The boy looked up at him and raised an eyebrow. "Yeah, no shit Sherlock."

Logan looked to the side of the boy, not exactly comfortable with him being there. "Where's Roman?"

The boy rolled his eyes. "He's at home. He's sick. And as soon as he's better, you'll get your damn coat back, mkay? But right now that's about the only thing that's stopping him from leaving the house-"

"Sorry, what?"

The boy sensed this wasn't a good topic to talk about and swiftly moved on. "Anyway, I'm Remus. Roman's lot less impressive brother. And I need a shilling and seven pence, if you don't mind."

"Oh, um, right, yeah." Logan handed Remus the money. "Is Roman alright?"

Remus shrugged. "Yeah, I guess. It's kinda hard to tell. He's the guy who pretends he's fine even when he's not. But mum says it's just a cold so I guess he'll be fine pretty soon."

Logan nodded. "Right, okay. Um, is there anything I could do to help? Just, obviously my parents are healers so I just thought..." Logan trailed off, feeling awkward.

"I don't know." Remus said. "I'm not the guy to ask. Anyway, there's your bread, hope to never see you again."

"Uh, what-?" Logan began but Remus had already left. Logan blinked a couple times before turning on his heel to go back to the house.

"What an odd guy." He thought.

"Logan?" Tarra asked. "Uh, Logan? What are you doing?"

Logan poked his head out of the cupboard. "Looking for herbs." He said.

Tarra blinked at her son. "I can see that but why?"

Logan shrugged. "My friend's ill. I'm trying to find something to help him."

"Oh, right. Well, um, what's wrong? Maybe I can help."

"Um..." Logan trailed off, making a grab for a bundle of basil at the back of the cupboard. "Cold, his brother said."

"Right, okay..." Tarra summoned a remedy book to her side. "We'll need basil, cloves, mint and honey to mask the taste."

"We?"

Tarra smiled at her son. "If you think I'm going to let you make your first remedy without me, you're gravely mistaken. Since the anxiety issue, I'm not letting either of you near the remedies unsupervised."

"But that was Violet's fault, not mine!" Logan protested. Tarra shrugged.

"Rules are rules, Logan. Besides, you're going to need the help." She smiled at Logan to show she didn't mean any harm in helping.

Logan returned the smile with a small one of his own. "Thanks, mam."

... I'm not an attention seeker, am I?
Bye,
Blaize