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[malcolm calan clark]

September 2027
Crete, Greece

Malcolm had officially finished his exhibition in Crete, Greece. It was an exhausting two weeks of investigating the ruins of the Minoan civilization. His clothes were completely coated in dust, so much that he’d probably have to wash them in an actual washing machine to get the grime out. Most of his days were spent in the sweltering heat, so he was currently sporting a sunburn on his nose and arms with plenty of new freckles. It was all worth it.

After experiencing firsthand how enchanting Greece was... The glorious beaches covered in white and pink sands, fertile valleys, and epic mountain ranges. There was so much to do and see. During the entire week he kept having moments where he wished he could share it with his brother, Jack. They never traveled growing up due to being poor but they always fantasized touring in a band as teenagers. Malcolm had knowledge of many port keys due to his line of work. He knew he probably - most definitely - wasn’t supposed to share this information, but he did. It was the last weekend before term kicked off for LIFE and Malcolm wanted his brother to have the time of his life before going back to academic prison for his third year of hit wizard training. With no convincing, Jack agreed to take the port key from home to meet Malcom in Crete. It was the perfect scenario since Malcolm had accommodations until Sunday night so they’d have somewhere to crash. All they had to worry about was getting wasted and finding where the girls hung out. Oh, and most importantly, they couldn’t trash the room because it was a work expense…

Lined with beautiful beaches and crawling with nightlife, Malcolm felt like he had a carrot dangled in front of his face all week long. Due to the extreme and physical nature of curse breaking, he was usually exhausted after most days. The one night he decided to hit the town solo, he was reminded by a group of girls from London that term was starting next week. It seemed that everyone had something to celebrate. He brought his camera everywhere, documenting everything. Mal hoped that one day he’d be able to look at the photos when he was old and they’d transport him back to this place in time.

Malcoms camera slung around his neck as he leaned against a narrow alleyway, waiting for Jack to pop out of thin air at any moment. In the distance he could hear people singing in Greek along to a guitar playing a happy melody, everyone was clapping along inside the restaurant. The vibe was set for a Friday night.

JOHN ELLIOT CLARK

[JOHN ELLIOT CLARK]

It had taken mere seconds for Mal to convince Jack to join him in Crete. Term was about to start, and Jack knew that this would be his last chance to let loose for some time. He would be working, revising, and writing music constantly to sustain himself for the next few months. Mal had promised to pay for most of the visit with his cushy salary from Gringotts - after all, they were staying in sponsored accommodation. How was Jack to turn down what was essentially a free holiday? He could only begin to imagine how subsequent songs would write themselves. He would never be 23 and this good looking again in his life.

Mal had provided Jack with a specific location to meet him. Checking the coordinates again, Jack focused on his brother and the streetcorner in Malia he'd been provided and twisted on the spot. With a loud crack, Jack popped into existence next to his waiting brother. Adjusting his overnight bag, Jack grinned at Mal. "Alright, Mallory?" said Jack, collecting his brother in a one armed hug and slapping him playfully on the back. "Can't wait to crack on with these lasses," he added, his gaze drifting across the many scantily clad girls posing for their Instagram with the old town as a backdrop. "Let me drop my bag. It's this one, right?" asked Jack, pointing to the door.

Once Jack divested himself of his belongings, he spun slowly for Mal's appraisal. "Do I look like shit?" he asked his brother. "Or am I still going to get at least three lasses numbers?" Stuffing his hands into the pockets of his jeans, Jack started meandering down the high street. The night was buzzing with anticipation, Jack and Mal along with it. "You always look like a right twat with that around your neck, you know," said Jack over his shoulder, referring to the camera that hung from his neck.

malcolm calan clark

[malcolm calan clark]

September 2027
Crete, Greece

Jack appeared with a poof, instantly greeting him by calling him Mallory. Nothing unexpected. He chuckled as he took a step toward his brother and gave him a one armed hug, slapping him hard on the back. Mals eyes looked him over, a judgey, shit eating grin spreading across his face.  ”Aye. You look like right shit, as always, but lucky for you lasses spread their legs for the sickly, skinny, mysterious musician-type like that..” he pointed him up and down as he popped the door open to drop his bag in their villa.

”The beaches are…” he chef kissed the tips of his fingers, ”Turquoise waters and G-strings for as far as you can see.” Malcolm explained dramatically. They were certainly in for a treat. Malcolm had a feeling like they wouldn’t spend much time sleeping, there was too much to do and see. Now he was starting to understood why people chose Greece as a travel destination. If he had the money, it wouldn’t have been a question. Mal was sure Jack had the same sentiments.

Jack called him a twat for having his camera slung around his neck and he shrugged, unfazed by his brother. ”Smile, you cheeky fuck..” Malcolm smirked, raising the viewfinder to his eye, snapping an over the shoulder shot of Jack with a flicker and click of the camera. ”Theres a beach side bar this way..” he lead Jack down a pathway of what seemed to be never-ending stairs, "Easy pickings down there, girls on holiday are always so desperate.." 

JOHN ELLIOT CLARK

[JOHN ELLIOT CLARK]

Jack snorted. "Aye, they do. But I wouldn't say I'm sickly looking..." he replied, then thought better of it. "Actually you're right. Maybe I should mix some steroids in with my next rollie just to be safe," he added with a crooked grin. Mal went on to describe the beaches and Jack exhaled slowly. "Fuck. Sounds heavenly. Remember that time we went to Spain and there were tits as far as the eye could see? I love the Spanish. Here's hoping the Greeks are just as loose," said Jack, dumping his back in the hallway. There would be time to sort his shit out later.

In his typical manner, Jack called his younger brother out for having the camera slung around his neck as always. He looked like a standard holiday maker, but apparently chicks dug that shit. It made Jack nauseous. So when Mal asked him to smile at the camera, Jack instead flipped him the bird. Jack quickly freshened up and changed into a more fun and tropical shit shirt before he and Mal were making their way back down the stairs that led to the beach bar Mal had mentioned. "Honestly, set me up on a liquid diet, I'm looking to be steaming by moonrise," said Jack, throwing an amicable arm around Mal's shoulders.

"How many girls you reckon you're gonna shag here. One a night? Two? Bet you can nab a threesome if you try a little bit," said Jack as the pair wandered down the street. Strangely, the cloying heat stole Jack's appetite, and he was immeasurably thirsty. "Sure we shouldn't go to that Greek singalong back that way? I can join the lad with my guitar," teased Jack. dropping his arm from Mal's shoulders. "It's good to see you. Like, I know I do see you a lot but... well, I'm actually looking forward to some time in the sun," said Jack hurriedly.

malcolm calan clark

[malcolm calan clark]

Malcom slapped his brother on the back, ”We will get ya mind right at this place, mate.” he promised, a small smile curling at the corners of his lips when Jack asked how many chicks he was going to shag. Truthfully, he hadn't shagged anyone in weeks due to work. Tonight would be the night. Mal scratched his chin comically, ”Y’know..I thought aiming for the groups of lasses celebrating bachelorette parties was best route because there’s always one or two who’re a little more sad and lonely..only they’re never pretty.” he stated acidly as he shook his head in disappointment. At least they weren't pretty to his standards. Although, he was willing to bend rules... "Not looking to take any grenades this trip so I'm going to walk up to the first Ten I see." Mal stated solemnly as they made their way down the street with purpose. "I reckon you'll find the first leggy blonde you see and chat her up." he challenged. 

His brother wrapped a loose arm around his shoulders and he did the same for one bromatic second before dropping. "I'm glad you agreed to come on a whim. This'll be a fuckin blast, bro." he agreed with his brother. Growing up he'd never imagine them taking a trip to foreign lands. "I never thought we'd be in Greece, now look at us..." he said more excitedly, whipping out his camera again to snap another picture just to be a dick now. That picture would surely come out to be a shaky selfie hopefully with Jacks eyes closed and mouth open. He slung the camera over his shoulder to hide tuck under his arm after that, not trying to look like a complete douche bag tourist.

Electronic dance music greeted the boys with blaring beats and cheering. Bodies bobbed around having a good time, the vibe was electrifying. Women were practically hanging off of the walls of the place, they were everywhere, and spirits were high. Right away Mal saw a blonde that looked more Jacks genre of woman so he nudged him, eyes inconspicuously darting in her direction, "What bout that one?" he said with a smug smile as they slid up to the bar to order some shots.

JOHN ELLIOT CLARK