Branwell jumped when someone wrapped an arm loosely around his neck from behind, steadying his drink when he recognized his brothers voice. "I need a favor, big bro," Andrea told him giving his hair an affectionate ruffle before he came around to sit on the edge of a coffee table. Branwell smirked when he realized that Andrea's speech was already a little slurred.

"You always need a favor but what can I do you for?"

Andrea glanced at the tall brunette who smirked at him from over by the door. She gave him a wave and tossed her hair over her shoulder. Amused, Branwell watched the exchange with a raised eyebrow before Andrea turned back to him with a grin plastered across his face. "You're older, you're supposed to be looking after me," he told him, smirking and taking a swig from his drink.

"Her name's Rose or Lily," he said, gesturing back at the girl by the door. "I think I'm in love with her," he told him, grinning.

Branwell sighed. "Her name's Daisy and where's the one you came with?"

"Ah but we come to the root of the problem; I've lost interest in her. The magics been gone for a while now," he said, shrugging. "I brought her because she wanted to come," he said, lighting a cigarette. "She caught me while Daisy and I were trying to become better acquainted."

Bran decided not to mention that two weeks was hardly enough time for magic to come and go but he didn't feel like being called out for the hypocrisy. "And now she's stomping around the party like a harpy, out for your bollocks," he guessed. "And since you're too much of a gentlemen to hex a lady- and she'll surely want to hex you- you want me to intercede? With the hope that she won't be happy with the blood of just any Rafferty on the floors?"

Andrea chuckled sheepishly and tousled his own hair, in a way that made him seem boyishly embarrassed at his bad behavior. Those closest to him knew that they were both actions to make him seem more endearing. "Something like that," he told him, sitting forward.

Branwell smirked. "You really take advantage of that eleven month age difference, you know that?"

"Sue me. We good," he asked. Branwell shook his head but sighed, finishing his drink. "We're good. Always. Just keep the trouble to the minimum," he warned when Andrea stood up and grinned.

"Give Ember my love and good wishes and tell her I've left her birthday present in her room! I wanted to surprise her," he said boistrously. He looked around the room nervously but seemed sure that his scorned blonde wasn't anywhere in sight so he ducked down and slapped Bran on the back before leaving with the girl by the door.