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Brushing his hands together as if to rid himself of imaginary dust, Jack took a step back to observe his handiwork. What had once been a barely useable storage closet now appeared to be a rather sizeable room featuring blank walls and two windows and a door that was probably a closet. The British magician smiled to himself. Silas had been right - it was a dastardly piece of work but it was always worth it, this manipulating space. Now that he had done it and done it solidly, Jack almost could not wait to attack the equally tiny room above. That would have to wait, though, until Evie needed her own space. The princess always went to the top of the tower.

With a faint chuckle, Jack stepped to the door and opened it. "Antony?" he called. "It's all set, mate. You should be fine in here now."

Jack smiled. "'Course not. Would I do that to you?" he asked. Then he motioned the boy further inside before pointing to small, scratchy-looking symbols in each corner of the room. "I put extra anchors in. Just in case. You'll be fine."

"Yep!" Ignacio shot a toothy grin at Jack as he left. Then, once the adult was safely out of the way, he dropped his own bucket and brushes and rollers and danced into the room. "Wow, that was so cool!" he laughed. "I didn't know your uncle could do stuff like that. You've got such a cool family."

"All my dad does is tattoos." Ignacio huffed; he was usually proud of Devon but what was ink compared to making entire rooms? Bending, he began adjusting the tarps as well before he dragged one of the paint cans over to hold it down. Then he returned to the hallway to get the paint tray and set it down on the tarp. "So we're doin' it all blue?"

"Sure!" Holding out his hand for the tape, Ignacio turned to figure out how best to mask off the door. First, he started at the bottom, being extra careful because he knew his friend pretty well and he suspected Antony would have a fit if paint got everywhere. Then he dragged over a small ladder and clambered up it, dragging the tape up and over. "You're gonna have the coolest room."

"Don't have one, really" came the blissful answer. Ignacio finished taping and leapt easily back to the floor. Absently, he slipped the roll of tape over his hand and worked his arm in tight little circles, sending the roll around and around his wrist like a hula hoop. He studied the room again with bright, golden eyes. "Dad made up a bed for me in his room but he doesn't snore so it's not big deal. That and, if I don't wanna, he lets me sleep on the couch, too, or he has this great rug thing that I'll nap on, too. It's all wooly like a fake animal thing. That's good for cooler nights. It's like camping out."

Clearly, Iggy saw no problems with his mobile bed situation. He grinned through the whole recitation.

Ignacio laughed and came over to help his friend. "Good thing we have the tarp, huh?" He shifted the paint tray closer so they could pour after mixing. "And I guess, maybe, when I'm bigger. I dunno. Dad's not bad to live with."

"Do you like -your- dad?" Ignacio wrinkled his own nose in concentration as he tried to pull out the stirring stick without making a mess. "Some kids don't seem to really like their parents which is weird, I think. Who else is gonna take care of you?"