Magic show, huh? Cyril hadn't been to a magic show before, but he had seen videos on magic tricks. They were basically illusions and distractions. Magicians just tricked you and made you feel stupid. But... he had to admit, a magician or illusionist had to be really clever in order to impress his audience. And judging by the sheer amount of people that had shown up to Prospero's performance, he seemed to know what he was doing. The brunette young man stood by Abby, glancing over at her and blinking. She was complaining about not coming earlier? He supposed that it was partially his fault. He just had to stop for a coffee. He loved coffee... he just couldn't live without it. [B]"It isn't [I]so[/I] bad."[/b] 

It was. Cyril was only a bit taller than Abby, and yet, he still couldn't see much of anything. He stood on his tip toes and tried to peek over the heads of the people in front of him, but... he could only catch glimpses of the stage. [B]"Honestly, we [I]would[/I] have made it sooner if everyone was ready by the time we had to leave."[/b] he glanced over at everyone else, not so much as a frown or glower on his expression. Everyone was there, and he had to admit, he felt a bit comfortable with them already. That, however, was due to the fact that he had to travel around Trespiano with them. He never hung out with anyone except his aunt, and even she had to go to work. Cyril spent most of his free time playing the violin and drawing before he met everyone. The brown haired young man started to hope that times would get better and they could get along better.

What was he [I]thinking[/I]? Someone obviously snuck something into his coffee. 

Cyril looked over his shoulder and caught the blond haired, amber eyed boy struggling to look over the shoulders of the people as well. [B]"Can you see anything?"[/b] he asked.

[B]"N-not much,"[/b] Fionn replied, squinting his eyes. Cyril sighed and rolled his own, taking on an exasperated expression at last. This was getting on his nerves... and Cyril was known to be a rather patient boy. 

He turned back to Abby, and spoke up, allowing anyone to answer his question. [B]"Why would Sonya even make us go a magic show?"[/b] he sure as Hell didn't know. He just knew that they should do whatever Sonya told them to do. She knew what she was doing... right? Maybe it was because she wanted them to spend more time together.