fine young galahads | luka

[Galen Francis Ollivander]

n o t h i n g.

spring 2011

IT WAS A NIGHT FOR CELEBRATIONS, FRANKIE had decided. For once he appeared almost giddy as he'd sat with his family at dinner, it was always quiet in the Ollivander home in the middle of spring. His eldest sister was off apprenticing with some prestigious wandmaker or another, and Nellie off to Hogwarts for most of the year, the house was almost empty. Frankie didn't mind so much, he was rarely at home most days himself. Between muggle schooling, and his predominantly muggle friends. He was nearly sixteen, for Christsake, he had a life. One that did not involve dodging his baby brother, or listening to his parent's wax poetic about 'magic' this and 'ministry' that. Better yet, it was a Friday, and there was a party being held by a lad down in Somerset.

Frankie had packed his school rucksack with a few choice bottles from his father's store in the basement. Something called 'firewhiskey', which looked to be the most normal of the bottles, and a beer with a foreign language on the label - he thought it might be French. Frankie couldn't be seen carrying a bottle of beetle brandy into a house party full of teenagers from a Somerset grammar school. He'd get burned at the stake. Along with it, he'd managed to wrangle another boy into buying him a big plastic bottle of cider and a packet of JPS superkings from the corner shop, just to show off. His parent's would have had a conniption fit if they gad found out, but that was okay. As far as they knew, he was off to the Prewett's just along the road for a spot of hot chocolate and a very cheerful sleepover.

"That's me off!" He yelled, a belly full of roast as he shouldered his rucksack very carefully and ducked out of the backdoor before they heard it clanging. He took the neighbours fence to get to the Prewett's, earning a squeal from his mother when she'd realised what he was doing. Frankie just had a single moment to evade her reprimanding, and to see his brother Gabriel crying at his bedroom window, before he disappeared behind the wooden fence and ran for it - he could hear all about what a terrible boy he was in the morning.

The Prewett house was only a few fences away from his own, Frankie huffing and puffing with his loaded rucksack as he cut a path to the back of their home. Pulling on the strap as he edged away from their back light and flattened himself to the wall just by the dark kitchen window. He grabbed a handful of stones from the garden and leaned back, tossing one after the other at Luka Prewett's bedroom window. Sticking two fingers into his mouth to whistle when he received no immediate answer. "Hawl!" He hooted in a hushed hiss, throwing another stone and landing it with a dangerous 'plink' against the glass. "Dick'ead!" He tried again, hoping the Prewett's were out, or enjoying the wireless at an unacceptable volume for seven o'clock in the evening. 

@luka

NEVERLAND at ADOXOGRAPHY 2.0!

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Eighteen was an age for hope for the future. He'd graduated and had started his internship as mediwizard at St. Mungo's. It was good! Great even! He was learning a lot and well, generally spent far too much time reading. Not that such a thing was uncommon, as he'd been homeschooled by his mother, wanting to avoid the judgement at Hogwarts where everybody knew his sister that he'd never even met and his ever so perfect older brother. Goldilocks. Luka was content just studying most of the time, but well, whenever Frankie called, he answered. He'd been drowning himself in material about splinching most of the evening and some of the more horrible cases (organs left behind) had thrown him a little bit. He was looking to relax but just wanted to cram a little bit more before Frankie got there for the party. His parents and brother were at some official ministry function, no doubt gloating and pretending they only had one child at all. Prats.

So as he finally realised that he was being summoned he cursed a few times, grabbed his already packed bag and left the house. He was never worried about being locked in, because he had magic. Something that he hated using around Frankie because of how he was treated for not having it. Luka spent quite a bit of time with the other boy and his muggle friends so he knew how to blend in like no other. As he got in the garden he grinned at his friend. "I brought some booze, as requested. Now where is the party at? I need to get way wasted to forget half the stuff I've been cramming." He said, half complaining but the grin on his face just showed he was more than ready for a good time. If somebody broke a leg? He'd refuse to fix it. No magic around muggles and all that. For a moment he wondered what on earth he could tell people his profession was, but he figured that he'd get away with a leap year excuse. It was common enough.

He looked at Frankie and then said in a conspiratorial whisper, "Next time, just throw a full brick through the window. Or maybe not, since my parents could be home. They're off to some important thing to stuff some extra feathers up their arses." He said, rolling his eyes. "Where we off to?" He asked, already eager to get going. Tonight would be the perfect night to forget by morning, if he had any sort of say in it. Luka rubbed his hands together, it was time to make some trouble and get away with everything.

Galen Francis Ollivander