Front View of House/ entrance

Kiara arrived in a faint pop, it was pouring rain out and chilled.

She shivered and looked a head to see her parents house, trying desperatly to stay standing and walk to the front door, but her vision was burring and doubleing.

"Merlin help me..." she whispered holding her head and taking a unsteady step forward and looseing her footing.

Falling to the ground she swore and gasped, "Ow!" she yelped before push herself up to her knees.

Still breathing unevenly she and her vision swimmin in front of her she started crawling to her parents front door.

She stopped for a moment or two along the journey due to pain, but continued to the front door.

Arriving at the front door she was soaking wet and cold, leaning on the wall by the door she managed to pull her self up.

She knocked on the door weakly, "Please.... someone help me... " she said her head on the wall.

Her rodes were heavey and were sticking to her, and other shooting pain came from her stomach, and she almost doubled over as she gasped bitting her lip. Momentarily wishing she had told Sevastyan where she had gone and that he had followed her.

Abraxas was in the family room reading when he heard a knock at the door. The house was enchanted with a sound enhancement when someone came to call. Curious, the old auror conjured an image of who stood just beyond the threshold...

His eldest daughter, Kiara, was out in the cool and rainy weather, robes sticking to her frame as she leaned against the casing of the door. She looked in pain and winded as though she’d run here from Russia itself. ”Please.... someone help me...” he heard her gasp.

Immediately he dropped the book he’d been holding, and had left the room before the book had even levitated itself halfway back to the table from the floor.

“Kiara! What in Merlin’s name happened?! Are you alright?!” asked Abraxas the moment he’d opened the door and seen his daughter biting her lip in pain. He examined her face for any hint that she might’ve suffered injuries, but found none. He placed a hand on her shoulder. “Please, let’s come inside... the weather is far too horrid to discuss this outdoors.”

Kiara would have sighed in relief when her father arrived at the door if was she able. However the pain in her abdomon took her breath away as she hissed.

She had to clench her fathers arm to allow her self to remain standing as her legs started to buckle, "Father...." she let out half sob, half wince. She had never been in some much pain in her entire life.

"I... I don't feel well... and me and Sevastyan.... had a fight of sorts. W...We just n..need a bit away... from eachother.." she stammered while trying to focus on her father to see three of her fathers forms floating in front of her.

She closed her eyes trying to shake off the dizzyness, she opened her eyes again it helped a little.. she now saw two forms in front of her.

"Can....can I stay here for the night?" she asked faintly, praying that just relaxing would make her feel better. This was hardly the way she want her father to find out she was expecting.

Abraxas gripped Kiara's arms as she gripped his, making sure to be gentle but firm. An extreme amount of worry etched into the aged wizard's skin, over familiar lines and making longer creases in other areas. "Come, let's get you inside and off your feet..." he suggested.

"I... I don't feel well... and me and Sevastyan.... had a fight of sorts. W...We just n..need a bit away... from eachother... ... Can....can I stay here for the night?"

Sevastyan... At that particular name, the very hair on the back of Abraxas's neck stood on edge, the beginnings of a scowl starting at the corners of his lips. He didn't fully trust the man when he'd first met him, wanted to kill him when Abraxas learned the wretch had cheated on his darling daughter, and had just barely learned to grudgingly accept the man back into the family. And now Sevastyan had fought with his daughter, possibly being the cause to her pains either physically or magically, and hadn't bothered to try and prevent her from going out in this nasty weather.

While his eyes were already brown, Abraxas could feel them darkening even further out of hate for the man his daughter had married.

But now was not the time to deal with Sevastyan. Now was the time to tend to Kiara and make certain she would be alright. If the Russian was as arrogant as he sometimes seemed then he wasn't likely going anywhere. And if he decided to come here... Abraxas was going to make certain his son-in-law knew he wasn't welcome at this time.

"You may stay as long as you wish or need to, little panther," Abraxas murmured in a soothing tone. "Come now, up you get..." With a levitation charm to assist him, the auror swept his adopted daughter off her feet and into his arms. He carried her over to the couch and gently set her on it, and began helping her with the cloak.

"Is there anything at all this old man might get for you?" Abraxas asked worriedly. "A potion, maybe? I can firecall the family healer if you wish?"