Nothing was quite so unnerving in the morning like being hit on by a portrait, but Iggy guessed that tended to happen one walked around a strange house clad in nothing but the air.  Normally he wouldn't have chanced his scarred leg being seen, but what he thought would be a short trip to get a glass of water had turned into an expedition.  Mostly because he wasn't sure which door led to the bathroom, and he wasn't about to go opening doors in an house of aurors.  He vaguely remembered being told the night before which door it was but the blood hadn't been flowing to his brain and he'd been a bit preoccupied.  Which was how he'd found himself flirting with a portrait before asking for directions to the kitchen and realizing it was too late to head back up for pants, it was closer to just get  the drink. 

If he ever had a portrait done, he hoped it would flirt with random strangers.  Which was a line of thought that kept him smiling as he looked for a cup and filled it with water.  It took him a minute or two of opening cupboards, and had he been more awake he would have tried to be quieter about it.  He wished he'd brought his wand with him, though he hadn't had any pockets nor had he planned that  far ahead, since he wasn't about to sneak out on Brett, it would have been nice to conjure a toothbrush and be back in bed with her without the morning breath.

He looked around the kitchen rummaging more than was necessarily polite while drinking his water.  No sense hurrying, Brett had been out when he'd wandered out of her room, and he didn't figure her one for bringing him back while her roommates were home.   Not the way she had asked about whether his flat would be empty after the night they had re-connected.

Fauna woke up this Sunday morning famished. She hadn't had dinner last night, because their wacky Auror training schedule kept messing up her meal times. And her sleep. Her precious sleep!

But since her hunger outweighed her fatigue, she began her morning ritual of crawling out of bed with the bedcovers around her shoulders, stifling a swear when her feet touched the cold floor. Fauna reached for her flannel robe draped over the mirror, and did a strange shuffle dance to keep the warmth around her. When she was done, the covers were thrown back on the bed, the tie of her robe was pulled tightly, and her feet had found her cupcake slippers.

Slipping her wand in her pocket, she trudged downstairs.

Cupboard doors slammed, and Fauna immediately assumed Dax was home early from his night shift. Staring blearily into space, she yawned, about to say his name when she pushed open the kitchen doors and saw him.

Wait, no. Not Dax. A strange naked man. In the kitchen. Fauna blinked. Then processed it.

Naked man! Kitchen!

Her eyes went wide as she stumbled back, knocking into the kitchen doors and nearly getting entangled in them.

"Stupefy!" Fauna croaked, hoping to Merlin her aim was not as wobbly as it felt!

Iggy heard the door behind him open, he'd been sure that he would have enough time to get back upstairs.  He wasn't even sure why he'd started rummaging.  He was just kinda nosey, and a kitchen said a lot about people.  And maybe he was hungry.  He started to turn, planning to ask if there was a snack or something around and hoping that maybe the kitchen nudity might be distracting enough from his leg when he heard a voice that was definitely not Brett's saying stupefy.  He saw red coming towards him out of the corner of his eye but she was close and he was still turning and then he was crumpling to the floor.

Her heart thudding in her chest, Fauna looked in horror at the naked man now slumped on her kitchen floor. She was alone. Her housemates were at work or sleeping. Where the hell was the house elf, or the busybody portrait when she needed them!

She flung her hand up to cover her eyes but only made it halfway, instead pulling the collar of her robe around her neck as if she weren't already wearing 500 layers of clothing. Glancing around the kitchen, it was quiet. A glass of water had shattered on the floor just a few seconds ago, and she stepped around the shards to peer at the stunned man.

An intruder with a glass of water? Something wasn't right.

Fauna stepped forward, her wand still aimed at him while avoiding looking at... well. She studied his young face, his tattoos, feeling like she'd seen him somewhere before. An article? A poster? A Wanted poster? That would be just their luck!

Her gaze traveled downward to the scars on his leg, and Fauna lowered her wand slightly, eyebrows drawing together in recognition. Not of who he was, but of what those scars meant.

A creak sounded by the kitchen doors. Fauna whirled around, wand pointed at the next intruder!

Dion was an early riser, and usually the first through the kitchen - he'd been getting considerably better at cooking over the last few months, finding it aided him in focusing and waking up with his brain functional. He was therefore quite awake, and thankfully was actually dressed, when the yells from the kitchen erupted.

Yelling in the mornings wasn't usual in the Radford house, and it was with an annoyed sigh that he snapped the book he'd been reading shut and stood up, stalking out of the study with his hands in his trouser pockets. The cry of Stupefy, however, set him from annoyance to worry, and he broke into a run.

He came 'round the door with his wand drawn, stepping around Fauna to see a - a -

A pervert! He didn't recognize the man, certainly not in this state, and he lept to the defensive.

Wand trained on Iggy, he looked at Fauna. "How did he get in? He didn't do anything to you, did he?" He hissed, grabbing the cold and still wet dirty dish towel, and tossing it onto the part of Iggy that, quite frankly, he had zero interest in seeing.

Thank Merlin for Dion. It seemed she was thinking that a lot, lately. Fauna lowered her wand, letting out a sigh of relief.

"Careful," she pointed at the glass on the floor. She began sweeping the shards up with a wave of her wand, putting them in the sink for now.

"No," she shook her head quickly. "He was just standing there. I mean, he was rummaging through the cabinets and making lots of noise. And he had a glass of water."

Maybe he thought she'd melt if he threw it on her. Somehow that seemed unlikely. Fauna fidgeted with the tie of her bathrobe, her hands shaky, trying to remember if she'd seen any open windows or doors as she'd made her way to the kitchen earlier.

"He looks familiar, Dion. Do you recognize him from anywhere?"

Brett rolled over in the bed, pulling the covers tighter. She opened one eye as she heard something from downstairs- but she couldn't remember what. Then she realized that Iggy was missing. Had he crept out in the early hours? Brett stood up and stretched, keeping the comforter wrapped around her body in the cold air of her and Dax's bedroom. Lucky for her, he'd worked the late shift. So she'd been able to push the twin beds together for a bit of fun and lock the door to keep her housemates from nosing about in the middle of the night.

Shuffling over to the bedroom door, she pulled it open and stood at the top of the stairs. She didn't want to go all the way down there... Brett cast muffling charms at the doors of her friends rooms, then called out down the stairs. "Iggy? Is that you?" Perhaps it had been the house elf. "Stop nosing about and come back to bed," she added. "It's cold. Come and keep me warrrrmmm." She drew out the last word into a needy whine, and leaned against the wall at the top landing.

Dion automatically put a hand on Fauna's shoulder, the gesture steadying him as much as it was to steady her. This wasn't actually the sort of thing that was usually the cause of the yelling at the Radford house, and he wasn't quite sure how to react.

Though now that Fauna pointed it out...the man did look somewhat familiar, but in a sort of blurry way. His distinct features weren't quite so recognizable as his messy hair, stubble, and general look was. He was...well, familiar. But Dion couldn't provide a name. The scars on his leg weren't familiar so much as worrying.

"Somewhat, I suppose," he confessed. And then Brett's voice came from the utter stairwell, whiny and tired. Dion looked up, gaze shooting to Fauna as his lips pressed together in a dark scowl.

"Iggy, was it?" He asked, shaking his head. Why was the man naked - well, if Abraham had brought him here, perhaps that wasn't a question he wanted to ponder.

Fauna glanced at Dion, appreciating the hand on her shoulder, and raised her eyebrows at Brett's whine from above.

"Oh, shite," Fauna breathed, covering her face with one hand, yet relaxing slightly as realization dawned. Not an intruder. Iggy! Was that the same one from Nola and the Knockturnals?

"You know that wrock star? I think I just hexed a wrock star."

And Brett's fling. Her housemate was going to kill her.

Biting her lip, she looked at Dion, then looked at the kitchen doors, silently asking him to stall Brett or distract her for a moment. Then Fauna stared at the stunned man, who was suddenly a lot less threatening-looking now that the dish towel covered a crucial part of him. She waved her wand.

"Rennervate." Her voice could not have sounded less enthusiastic.

Iggy groaned and covered his still closed eyes with his hands. Massaging his temples with his fingers.  "Bloody he—" It had taken a moment for his brain to catch up and now there was only one thing his brain was saying, "COLD!" He flopped over onto his side trying to throw off the wet and still very cold towel that covered his very-sensitive-to-cold bits. "What are you playing at?  Stunni—it doesn't bloody work right if it's cold."  He hated being stunned, left him with headache for half a day the last time it had happened.  Though that may have been more from hitting his head on the fall.  But really, a cold and wet towel, Brett was just being cruel, and he hadn't even snuck out, just to the kitchen.  Unlike her after that first night.

He reached up and grabbed the counter, pulling himself up and turned around to face...a witch and a wizard with wands out and no Brett in sight.  Roommates, oh Merlin, please let them be Brett's roommates. He smiled  at the two and didn't even attempt to cover himself up, other than his leg his lack of clothing didn't bother him and they'd already had who knows how long to look at that.  "Brett's roommates I presume?  Someone want to get her?  And some pants" He pointedly looked at the towel now laying on the ground, "it's a bit chilly now.  Unless you are enjoying the view, in which case you could...maybe later."  Iggy grinned, he was so screwed if they weren't her roommates.

Dion had stepped towards the door to try to stall Brett when Iggy stood up. The blond Auror rounded on the dark-haired man, wand still drawn, as Iggy stood up and made no attempt to cover himself up. Instead the man stood there shamelessly, his... himself on display.

It wouldn't have been so bad if Iggy hadn't insinuated that Fauna - or gods forbid, Dion - was enjoying the view. Dion turned on his heel and walked back to Fauna's side, scowling darkly and pushing her aside.

"No," he said, darkly. "I think you can get her yourself," he added, and in one rather smooth movement he reached forward, grabbing Iggy by the arm. He grunted, hoisting the man's weight up over his shoulder. With that, he rather unceremoniously chucked the naked wrock star out of the kitchen and into the hallway.

Brett rubbed her eyes, and heard sounds from downstairs. Then Iggy came tumbling into the hallway at the bottom stairs- wearing... absolutely nothing. She grinned a little, admiring her handy work in snagging herself the wrock star, then started down the stairs. "Don't be so loud, Iggy!" she hissed. "You'll wake up everyone up. I don't think anybody is going to be thrilled at you wandering about naked other than me." At least, she didn't think they would. Brett didn't know Addie well enough to predict her- but had a feeling if she was anything like her sister, she'd be mortified rather than fascinated.

"Come back upstairs before someone sees you," Brett whispered, stepping onto the floor. She then shed the quilt that was wrapped around her shoulders, and draped it over Iggy. Just in case. The portraits didn't see him either. They'd be gossiping about it all day... And if the lady of the house's portrait saw it, she'd complain loudly and often until someone listened.

Iggy didn't even have chance to try to plant his feet and even attempt to resist the taller man as he pushed past Fauna and lifted him up on his shoulder.  Truthfully, Iggy wasn't sure he would have had he been expected to be picked up.  Then he was very rudely tossed from the kitchen.  "Hey now, watch it.  Supposed to be a bed on the other end of being manhandled."   He didn't even hear Brett telling him to stay quiet as he was too busy unashamedly glaring at Dion, so much so that he jumped when she whispered and covered him with a quilt.

Smiling at her, Iggy pulled her close and kissed her.  One he hoped their audience would enjoy as much as he was.  He pulled back and whispered breathlessly, "Too late."  Then he grinned and spoke louder, "Not to worry though, your tall friend enjoyed the view so much he tried to carry me off like some Sabine girl.  Not that I minded."  He looked at Dion,  very obviously sizing him up.  No he wouldn't mind at all.  Iggy turned back to Brett, "I would have knocked on your door first, see if you wanted to join of course."  Despite the grin still plastered on his face, he was serious, had the man kept going instead of just physically throwing him out of the kitchen.  But, he hadn't.  So now the comment was mostly payback for being chucked out in the first place, and a bit to keep everyone off balance.  Maybe Brett hadn't seen his scars.  Maybe her roommates wouldn't say anything.

Fauna's eyes widened as Dion pushed past her to grab Iggy. "Dion," she protested, not sure what he was going to do to the naked bloke.

Oh. He was going to haul him out of the kitchen. Well, she guessed that was ok.

Fauna poked her head out just in time to catch Iggy smooching Brett. Really? And then he propositioned Dion! At least he wasn’t mad about the Stupefy or being suggestive toward her (anymore), but Fauna stared at him, marveling at his odd and ill-timed sense of humor. An apology would be nice. Wrock star or whatever, his was not the first naked body she’d wanted to see in her lifetime.

She moved into the area by the stairs and shot Brett a disgruntled look. Then she focused her annoyance on Iggy, glaring at him and crossing her arms as she leaned back against the kitchen doors. When the doors started to swing out, she looked startled and moved quickly to lean against the wall instead. There! If Dion decided to haul him out of the house next, she wouldn’t complain.

Dion's face clouded with open fury at Iggy's words. Not only did he disrespect Fauna (again!) by remaining so unabashed by his nudity, he then propositioned him! Implied he'd like to take him to bed! Implied he'd...gah! Dion was...well, mostly straight, he'd admit, but even then Iggy was not his type. Even if he had been, this would have ended any attraction.

"My apologies," he said, voice cold as ice and sharp as a blade. "If I'm going to go to bed with someone who willingly wears mascara, it's going to be an actual woman." He stalked to the kitchen door, glancing at Fauna before turning his dark gaze on Brett.

"As always, your taste in men is impeccable, Abraham," he said, sarcasm all by dripping from his words. "Found this washed up in a gutter somewhere, did you? Get it back to your room before Madame Radford sees or we'll all be deaf."