<div align="center"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;"><em>Tragan Nathanial Mitchelle</em></span><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">Tagging: Brianne, Melinda, Wyatt, &amp; Paisley</span></span></div><hr/><br/><div class="floatright">(http://i1137.photobucket.com/albums/n520/undisclosed2you/E%20char%20pics/Interchanging_by_ranp101.jpg)</div><br/>The sound of a police siren increased in volume, almost completely cloaking the sound of someone orbing into the room.  But even if the tell tale sounds of magic couldn't be heard, the feeling that tugged impatiently at his gut was unmistakable, and a wide grin spread over his features, even before familiar arms encircled him from behind.  He felt the last of his tension disappear from his body, as the comforting presence of his sister kicked in.  Unlike with the others, he could always tell when Brie was around, it was just another mysterious something they had as twins, it was also something he barely ever thought about now, since he was so thoroughly used to it by now.<br/><br/>The hug only lasted for a few moments, but it was enough to remind him that he really should have kept in closer contact with his sister over the last few months.  The fact that they were as different as as two people could be was not something he wasn't aware of.  And while most people would assume that their differences would keep them from being too close, it proved to be just the opposite.<br/><br/>"<strong>Hey Hellion, I've missed you.</strong>"  His voice was was warm, and there was a crinkle at the corners of his eyes, a sign that only Brie would be able to recognize, even if Tray himself didn't know he was doing it.  There was always small things, and like a foreign language only they could speak, it allowed them to know things about each other, that others couldn't.  At this instance, the crinkles weren't his happy crinkles, and clearly broadcasted that something was wrong, and that they'd speak about it later.<br/><br/>When he was released, he leaned against the side of the counter, just listening to them speak.  And when Wyatt mentioned an odd dream, his interest went from 50 to 90%.  He stood up straighter, the counter digging uncomfortably into his back, and he waited for whatever juicy details a dream of his golden haired cousin could bring.<br/><br/>When they had been younger, he had admired Wyatt's golden good looks, his high standing in the family, and the unbelievable control he had over his powers.  As he reached maturity, he had admired, envied, and even slightly resented the man for those very things, but for completely different reasons.  It wasn't anything he ever shared with anybody, other than with Brie of course, so he was sure Wyatt was unaware of it.  And it wasn't until he had become an adult, and left for college, that those old feelings had calmed down.  Now he loved his cousin because of their differences, even if he sometimes still envied him his powers, and freedom to use them without guilt.<br/><br/>When Mel mentioned work, he couldn't help but think that she definitely needed to get out of that Library, and find another to work at. He couldn't understand why she stayed there, when something was so obviously making her unhappy.  Of course, he did realize that money was probably a factor, but Melly was one of his favorites, and he wanted her happy.  He wanted all the girls happy, since he was terribly protective of them, but he always refrained from saying that out loud.<br/><br/>His thoughts trailed off as he and a few others followed the orbing food into the dining room, and he filled his own plate with gusto.  he was hungry, and he dug in with a single minded focus that would probably bewilder most of his cousins that weren't used to it by now.  Out of everything in life, food was right up there with sex, magic, and sleep.  The fact that all those things on his list were lacking right now was not something he chose to recognize.<br/><br/>The moment he heard his sister say that she had gotten rid of her place, he had gotten disappointed.  He had planned on asking if he could crash with her for a few days/weeks, but now that option was out.  Which meant that his options were now to either stay at the Manor, crash with any of the other Cousins, or ask Austin if he could plant his ass on his couch for a bit, something that wasn't exactly new.  He internally cringed at the reaction he'd get from his father if he stayed at the Manor; so Austin it was.<br/><br/>When the conversation went back full circle to Wyatt's dream, he leaned in closer, not wanting to miss any details of what could be a very interesting.  He choked out a laugh at Lee's words, and tried to clear his throat into a napkin.  It was so hard to keep details private when you had a family like theirs, so he could probably put money on someone trying to somehow sneak a peak into Wyatt's head soon enough.