Summary: "Let go of me!" Lilia snarled, tearing her arm away from Alex's grasp as he shoved her through the doorway.
He smirked, tossing her bags to the side and approached his retreating daughter, grabbing her shirt when she tried to turn away and run, then grasped her hair and wrenched her head back, breathing into her ear. "Now now, sweetheart. That's no way to speak to your father," he smirked.
Lilia struggled against him, glaring furiously as he admired her for a moment, then relinquished her.
Lilia stumbled away from him and up the stairs to her room.
He smirked, watching her disappear up to her room right away, closing the door when she reached it. Of course, that wouldn't keep him out for long as he followed her up with a calm sense of ease.
Lilia moved to stand in the corner of her room, glaring at her father as he entered only moments after her, looking around.
"So, I've decided exactly what to do with you, love," he said, looking around, picking up an old bear she had in her room, tossing it to the side with disinterest.
Lilia felt anger flare up inside her as she snatched up the only present her mother had given her before she'd died, the one her father so carelessly tossed away like he did his own child.
"You see… now that you've begun to make friends, and learn more advanced spells… I've decided you will not be returning to that cursed school of yours," he said simply, turning to look at her with a sneer. "I think you've learned more than enough to satisfy me, dear," he said tauntingly. He then produced the wand he'd taken from Lilia and held it up. "And, seeing as you won't be needing this anymore to learn more spells… I suppose we can get rid of it," he said, holding each end in his hands, a wicked gleam in his eyes.
Lilia's eyes widened and she felt her hand loose its grip on her bear, it falling to the floor as she reached out what felt like with horrifying slowness. Only to hear the snap of wood splintering under the pressure of her father's grip.
It was far too quiet for Lilia's liking then.