Dermod never expected to feel nervous about apparating. To feel any kind of apprehension - aside from just before a fight to the death - was so rare for the writer that it was worthy of note, but today what he was feeling went beyond that. His thoughts were so carefully concealed after decades of practise that no observer, casual or otherwise, would be able to tell he was feeling anything other than slight irritation as he waited in the hallway of the Schull castle. Were he apparating alone, or even if he wasn't going to be accompanied by his entire family, it would be a different matter; but today wasn't in any way ordinary. Today, they would be accompanying Rhiannon to London to purchase her new school supplies.
The Irishman wasn't sure what was more daunting - the fact that his little girl was grown up enough to be buying her first wand, or that he would be apparating her to Diagon Alley in just a few moments' time. A couple of years earlier he wouldn't have given the matter a moment's thought. Side-along apparation was no harder than transporting onesself. Providing one had full use of one's wand hand. He stood, ostensibly staring at a large tapestry of his maternal line and thinking about how humiliated he would feel if anyone knew he had apparated himself to London and back several dozen times over the past week, just to make certain he could do it left-handed. The risk was minimal...and yet, once again he wondered if he should make some excuse...but what? As far as he knew, Gabriella hadn't mastered side-along apparation and he couldn't trust Cliona, capable though she sometimes seemed these days. If Ivana was here...but she was meeting them in London, having had business of her own to attend to that meant she couldn't be at the castle this morning.
Dermod was pulled from his musings by what sounded like fifteen overexcited elephants dancing on the stairs - which probably meant that Rhiannon would be with him any moment now. Before that though, Cliona wandered out of the kitchen, finishing off what looked to be a large slice of chocolate cake topped with anchovies as she came. She was wearing a set of their mother's best dress robes, old-fashioned but perfectly presentable, and about half the jewellery she owned. Licking the icing off her fingers with obvious pleasure, she mumbled something vague before pulling out her wand and heading for the front door. He cringed slightly as it was opened; it was a bright, sunny day, weather he had never felt comfortable with. If only it was autumn already...but no, then Rhiannon would be off to Hogwarts, sorted into Slytherin and the castle would be quiet, but for Gabriella and her herd of cats.
As if on cue, the small woman appeared, immaculate as always, heels clicking on the stone floor as she joined him. He didn't ask, but the Irishman suspected she was looking forward to this almost as much as if Rhiannon were her own child. He was relieved to see her, because once again his thoughts were wandering, this time to the unthinkable, the possibility that his daughter might not follow him into his own house... but of course, there was one other house that would be acceptable. Gabriella had been a Ravenclaw. If that happened to Rhiannon, he could pretend to be just as proud.
But now his patience was just about exhausted, and he strode to the stairs, looking up for any sign of his daughter's appearance. "Don't forget your book list" he called, thinking it was very likely that the little girl had it memorised anyway, but resisting the temptation to go upstairs and find out what was taking so long. The sooner he had safely apparated them into Diagon Alley, the better.