welcome to the family

[gehry benjamin ollivander]

Not long ago YOU'D FIND
THE ANSWERS WERE SO CRYSTAL CLEAR

December 25, 2028
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Galen Francis Ollivander
eleanor gwendolen ollivander
gideon edward ollivander

As soon as Benny entered the kitchen, he exhaled heavily, leaning on the counter for support and out of the way of the house elves working. But just as Nell entered, Benny turned and opened the cabinet, removing the back left mug nobody ever used, and pulled out a joint. ”Thank Merlin—you sure you don’t want some?” He looked at his sister, an expression of agreement on his face. It was true. Family events always went this way. As a child, Benny had not understood why the result was always the same, but now it was more apparent. He replaced the mug and turned around, wondering if he could smoke it in the kitchen quickly or step outside somehow.

But Benny’s face fell slightly. ”At least he doesn’t hate you—” The only person who seemed to disagree with Nell was Veronica. But before Benny could clarify, he heard yelling and a thunderous declaration of ‘Merry Christmas’. And then they heard their father’s booming voice. Instinctively, Benny’s shoulders slumped like that of a scorned child. If there was one person he would never argue with—it was their father. Hastily, Benny placed the joint back in the mug and almost made it to the kitchen door before he forgot the wine. Merlin knew they would need it. He grabbed two bottles from the counter and made his way back to his seat before their father needed to call him and Nell a second time.

On his way through the door, Benny almost collided directly with Frankie. Startled, Benny could only stare at his brother’s swollen lip. What in Merlin’s name…? ”Sorry…” He automatically mumbled to Frankie, looking at his feet while returning to the dining table. What Benny was apologizing for? He hadn’t a clue, but run-ins with Frankie always left Benny feeling as if he’d done something wrong. With his glass now refilled, Benny took a hearty drink while continuing to stare at the table, though he felt his father’s general disappointment, although noting Gideon’s hand before the House Elf began to tend to it. ”Did you…?” Benny asked Gideon in a not-so-quiet whisper, amazed that perhaps Gideon could attack Frankie in such a way. ”Merlin—he’s got a foot on you.” Benny loudly whispered to his nephew—half amazed at Gideon and half disappointed that he’d missed it all.

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Nell almost bit on the offer from her younger brother. It was honestly the only way to survive these ‘family’ dinners anymore. Frankie had figured it out years ago, always stumbling drunk or not showing at all. Pretty soon here, she was going to start doing the same. Making up excuses to avoid coming to them. How their parents couldn’t see Veronica instigating it every time was insane. They were all grown adults here, and she was always viciously trying to take them all down a peg. What did that achieve?

She had started to say something about how they could save the joint for later, when a cacophony of voices started yelling from within the dining room, accompanied by Gideon screaming ‘Merry Christmas!’ Nell froze, unsure of what was about to happen. Would the other half of the family spill over into the kitchen and overrun them again? Was this the end of the night already? Merlin, she hoped so. Then she heard her father order her and Benny back in, and she gave her brother a long look. Neither of them were children anymore. They didn’t have to take orders from him. ”We don’t have to…” But it was too late and he had already grabbed more wine. Because they definitely all needed that right now.

Before they could leave though, Frankie burst through the door, blood on his face. ”Frankie…” Nell tried to stop him but was immediately blown by as he disappeared further into the house. She didn’t know what to do. Go back into the dining room to see what hell had manifested in the half a minute since she retreated or go after her extremely pissed off brother. Because he wasn’t wrong, she was a coward. She always had been. It was a horrible self-defense mechanism to avoid being screamed at by Veronica growing up that had carried over into quite a bit of her adult life too.

Unfortunately, her father won out this time, and she followed Benny back out. Instead of returning to the table, she stood close to the kitchen door. Dinner was ruined now, and she didn’t have an appetite any longer. The rest of the family had made quick work of that. From what Benny was saying to Gideon, it sounded like he was the one that had gone after Frankie. All of this was starting to give her a headache. ”What the hell is wrong with all of you?” she spoke her thoughts aloud.

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[gideon edward ollivander]

Gideon immediately regretted hitting Frankie. The pain bursting through his hand, the cowardly fear of being punched back...and the mortified look on his Nana’s face was enough to make him rethink the past 30 seconds. Slowly he was learning that physical altercation wasn’t the answer. Especially when you were complete dog shit when it comes to fighting. This was remnant to the time he got punched by that cow Nessa on the rotating staircase, only this time he was the one to swing first. And this time he had to deal with the shame from his family members…. It was better than the entire school laughing at him as his nose leaked all over the cobblestone floor as two shiners formed.

Luckily, Frankie didn’t go after him as he anticipated. Instead his uncle winked at him, stating his nose was up higher. Well, he punched something and it was quite satisfying, but that wink was true testament that Gideon threw a weak punch. It was probably similar to getting beat up by a kitten.

As Nell emerged from the kitchen, her expression looked disappointed while Benny almost seemed amused, stating that Frankie was over a foot taller than him. Giddy shrugged his shoulders up and down with a chuckle, ”Not when he’s sitting down he’s not.” he smiled smugly, gritting his teeth to swat the helpful elf away from tending to his hand. ”I’m fine. Stop.” he yanked his hand away from the elf and hid it by crossing his arms across his chest, hiding the damage with his opposite hand. A prickle of anger still nipped at Giddy's gut from the comments toward his mum.

Frankie disappeared into the kitchen and Gideon silently sank back into the chair beside his mother, flattening his shiny hair with his palms as an unfamiliar rage continued to coursed through him. He wasn't sure what to do with that feeling. A part of him wanted to throw a tantrum so he could go to his room but he knew he was getting too old for that sort of behavior now. Bloody Hell. He couldn’t wait to tell Yvonne about this.


veronica giselle ollivander
Galen Francis Ollivander
eleanor gwendolen ollivander
gehry benjamin ollivander

[veronica giselle ollivander]

━ you have bewitched me, body and soul ━

FACE HOT FROM EVERYTHING THAT had just occurred, Veronica Ollivander watched as Francis stepped out of the dining room whilst the rest of her siblings waddled their way back in. Tutting quietly as a hand lifted to pinch at the bridge of her nose, Veronica felt just as concerned for her son, the same way her father - his grandfather - did.

Eyes lifted to glance between her younger sister and youngest brother before rolling her eyes at Gideon snatching his hand away from the aiding elf before the eldest Ollivander cleared her throat. "Gideon, for Merlin's sake, let the poor elf do its job." Eyes glanced back at Eleanor once more, another tut leaving her lips as she considered her answer. Veronica had given up then, just like the rest of her siblings and even her son. The night was ruined from the day that the idea left her father's lips. Pulling out her cigarettes, the eldest slotted one between her teeth, using the end of her wand to light it up with her usual spell.

"Well sister, you're one of the very few that actually likes and can somehow enjoy Francis' company. We all know you, just like him, would rather chip away at wood shavings than stomach the thought of having dinner as a 'family'." Veronica paused for a moment, a wider smile raising on her lips. "But no you're right! What's wrong with all of us? We have the introverted, all so bloody shy Eleanor, the pothead who can't stop hanging amongst his delinquent like friends Gehry and our unlovable-alcohol consumed Galen. But of course let's not forget the real evil in the room, the queen bitch herself and her menacing son! Yes. Yes dearest Eleanor what is wrong with us?"

Taking another moment to have another drag of the cigarette, Veronica felt more comfortable to continue. "Wonderful Galen is probably down in the kitchen somewhere or even in the wine cellar helping himself just to get through the evening. Go on! Prove me wrong! Go find your favourite sibling and tell me he can walk in a straight line. I'd bet galleons on it."

Their parents had given up also, instead forcing the elves to continue with their job, allowing the poor creatures to go ahead and plate the grand dinner across the table as if nothing had happened.

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[Galen Francis Ollivander]

nothing.

dec 2028

THE WINE LEFT A GREASY FILM IN FRANKIE'S mouth, but he still downed the very last of it before he contemplated returning to the festivities. The bottle he hid behind the toilet cistern, clearing the last bit of residue from his lips with a swipe of his tongue. Though his lip was still swollen and there was a red bloom staining the collar of his shirt. Faintly, he heard the muffling of voices and chairs scraping, the illusion of civility that would crumble the moment he stepped foot back into that room.

Slowly, through a glaze of bitter wine and fading adrenaline, Frankie made his way back toward the sound of activity. If he had been smarter, and wiser, he would have left with his head in the air. Let them duke it out alone, but he wasn't smart or wise anymore. He was just angling for a fight, always. Like a cornered animal.

Shouldering into the room, he came in at Ronnie's back, watching her point a sharp finger at Nell from across the table. Frankie's stomach clenched angrily as he watched Nell stand defenceless, wide eyed and pale faced. He clapped a hand on Ronnie's shoulder once she was finished, redirecting her fury with practice, her chest heaving with the effort of it.

"Right here, Ron." He tilted his head to grin down at her, his other arm reaching around to her abandoned glass of wine. Deliberately, Frankie grabbed the glass and lifted it very carefully to his mouth. Head tilted back as he poured it down his gullet, a dribble rolling down from the corner of his mouth as he did. It went down a lot smoother than the cooking wine had. "I mean, I'd hate to disappoint." He laughed with a quick swipe of his arm across his mouth, the cut throbbing sharply as he did. The elves ducking and diving around them as they laid out plates of food and adjoining cutlery.

There was a sobbing hiccup and Frankie had barely a moment to turn his head before he watched their mother leap from her seat. She was glassy eyed, mouth pinched in disapproval as she turned in a flourish of finely made robes and stormed from the room with a hand against her mouth. There father stood next, slower and far more calculated as he folded his napkin and slapped it onto the finely made plate of food. "There is simply no excuse for this... unsightly behaviour from all of you." His eyes were pinned on Ronnie, and subsequently on Frankie. He stood frozen, a learned behaviour toward an elder. "We will not watch you tear one and other apart like animals." And then he turned and walked slowly from the room, directing the elves that they may take their meal in the parlour, leaving an absence of air as the door swung closed behind him. 

"Oh." Frankie broke the cloying silence with a scoff and a laugh he pretended to hide behind a loosely curled fist. He moved at a lazy stroll, rounding the table and pulling their father's abandoned seat out with a hooked ankle. Frankie looked up, considering the consequences of what he was about to do and then brushed that aside entirely as he turned to sit down with a comfortable sprawl. He reached for his father's untouched glass of wine and lifted it in a mock toast, "To being family disappointments, am I right?!" He crowed, taking a gulp without waiting for a reply. 

gideon edward ollivander , eleanor gwendolen ollivander , gehry benjamin ollivander , veronica giselle ollivander

NEVERLAND at ADOXOGRAPHY 2.0!

[gehry benjamin ollivander]

Not long ago YOU'D FIND
THE ANSWERS WERE SO CRYSTAL CLEAR

December 25, 2028
veronica giselle ollivander
Galen Francis Ollivander
eleanor gwendolen ollivander
gideon edward ollivander

Benny froze and looked at Nell as the rest of the table did. It was a reasonable question in Benny’s mind, but not one he had the answer to, fortunately or unfortunately. Veronica stepped in. However, his eldest sister’s tone made Benny sink in his chair a bit. The false candor always made it a higher pitch than normal. Benny saw it when Veronica spoke to certain customers at the shop—the ones who dared demand anything from her. But what struck Benny the most was what she’d said about him. Immediately, his head turned to look at her in shock.

Delinquent friends? Ronnie had never spoken of his friends like that, and Benny disagreed they were delinquents. But, as he always did, Benny remained quiet. Staring at whatever was on the table in front of him while his sister continued. As house elves began to fill the table with food, Benny felt uncharacteristically not hungry all of a sudden. He hated feeling like this, but Benny didn’t have the gall or courage to get up and leave. He felt frozen in his chair. Glancing at Nell, who still stood, and his parents, Benny finally leaned toward his nephew.

”She forgot you.” Maybe it was his terrible attempt to make himself feel better, but everything felt uncomfortable now. Not to mention when the final member strode confidently back into the room to make his own scene. It felt like some strange competition where his brother and sister were trying to upstage one another. Well, their parents made their thoughts very clear. While his mother ran from the room, upset, their father addressed his two eldest, although Benny felt the message was for the whole room. Watching Frankie take their father’s seat left Benny speechless. He or Gideon would never. Out of some uncomfortable desperation, he looked at Nell for any sign of what to do. Blink twice if you need help.

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”Fuck off,” Nell mumbled under her breath to herself as Veronica opened her mouth and yapped away like the poodle she was. She was thankfully far enough away from the rest of the family that none of them would be able to hear her. The outrage those words would have caused…luckily, she wasn’t in the running for the family wand shop anymore. Otherwise, her name would have been out of the will faster than Frankie could find a real bottle of wine in the Ollivander mansion. None of her sister’s performative blathering was new to her, or any of them, really. Her way of insulting them behind her lofty tone, which had somehow always confused their parents. They had created this monster, and Frankie as well, for that matter. Now both of them simply did what they were expected to do. Drink and fight, over and over and over again. The rest of them were merely dragged into it by proxy. She hated every moment of it. For once, Veronica wasn’t wrong about how she would have preferred to hole herself away in her shop instead of being here. Who would want this?

Despite not wanting to be here any longer, Nell couldn’t pull herself away. It was like an addiction. She didn’t want to upset her parents, but she also knew she didn’t care what they thought anymore. They’d allowed all of this. So she stood away from the table, arms crossed tightly in front of her, waiting for someone else to break and leave first. She didn’t have the fortitude to do it herself. She never had.

Frankie had returned during this, having sourced more wine. He was really laying it on thick too, taunting their parents and Veronica. They deserved it, in her opinion. They could have reigned Veronica in years ago, yet here they were, still allowing her to take shots at him and continue to drive him to drink. He was going to end up dead one of these days, and the rest of them were going to be forced to listen to their parents’ lament. They were part of the problem just as much as Veronica was, and to an extent, how much he abused himself by continuing to fall back onto alcohol. It was disgusting.

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[Galen Francis Ollivander]

nothing.

dec 2028

PICKING UP A FORK, FRANKIE SPEARED A ROAST potato drenched in rosemary oil and garlic. He stuffed it into his mouth and chewed loudly, smacking his lips with his stolen wine glass hanging from a loose wrist, elbow propped on the table mannerlessly. He watched from under a fringe of unkempt hair as the room pulsed with Ronnie's vile judgement and the anticipation of every other body around the table. Like hit dogs, they cowered waiting to be hit once again. Luckily, Frankie was used to being punched. Benny's voice broke the tension tentatively and Frankie barked a mulchy laugh.

"Nobody touches the prodigal son, right?" Frankie sniffed, swallowing before he gulped a wet mouthful of wine and sat back, pointing at his nephew with the tines of the fork. "Except, of course." He kissed his teeth happily, tapping the fork on the table in mean thought. "Is a prodigal son still a prodigal son when their daddy tells porkies?" Frankie asked slowly, turning his head to spear Ronnie in her place. He could here Nell's quiet breathing, watch his good, kind sister be skinned alive by the very worst of them, in his eyes.

"I mean, mummy tried to fuck her way into Pureblood society, but she didn't check the birth certificate first, I hear!" Frankie crowed, leaning back in his seat with a laugh that was slick like the oil coating the inside of his mouth. He bared his teeth in a cruel excuse for a smile, rocking back on his heels and waving that fork around with lackadaisical abandon. "Giddy, mate, you'd be a smear on the bathroom floor if Ronnie had known your dad was just a scummy little nobody like the rest of us." He let out a breath, tongue dashing out against his broken lip as if to prod for the pain, for the reminder. "There, Giddy got a turn." And this time, Frankie braced himself to catch the next punch. 

gideon edward ollivander , eleanor gwendolen ollivander , gehry benjamin ollivander , veronica giselle ollivander

NEVERLAND at ADOXOGRAPHY 2.0!

[veronica giselle ollivander]

━ you have bewitched me, body and soul ━

IN THE MIDST OF IT all, Veronica knew she should've stopped. She simply should've shut up. No matter what she said, her siblings would produce some kind of half-assed answer, especially as she berated every single one of them with their own little twist. She didn't care anymore, despite promising her parents that things wouldn't go extremely far, as if they anticipated things to go left.

Brushing away Eleanor's mutter and the strange odd pang of guilt the eldest got from insulting her favourite and true only brother, Veronica slightly jumped from the contact of her brother's hand, raising a hand to brush away the 'dirt' he left behind. Eyes watched carefully as he raised her own glass of wine and drank it as if he was there to prove their points. Even as her mother rose - tears streaming down her face - while their father objected, stating his obvious disappointment in them all, the eldest ignored it. The unsettling feeling within her was deemed more concerning.

With the door swung shut behind their parents, it was simply the four of them left within the room. Of course, Francis took it upon himself to present himself like the fool he was, but it was Gehry's own comment to her son that caught Veronica's attention. "I forgot him?" She barely mumbled out, her brows furrowing in confusion. Why would she dare insult her own son? The only joy she had within the confines of her family home, despite how damaged their family ties truly were?

It wasn't until Francis began again, going off and far enough. Bringing up Gideon's father was always a step too far. Everyone knew about it. Everyone. Even the odd tabloid wanted their fair share at the story. There was no shame in the topic now compared to back then, but once again, Francis knew how to go too far. Perhaps he truly had learned a thing or two from Veronica. Or from drowning his sorrows and life away.

The addition of the want to be within a Pureblood society felt more of an insult to their parents than herself, considering they were the ones who arranged for Veronica to even be married so young and so quickly. She didn't care for the insults against her ex-husband, but to call her son nothing more than a smear...to insinuate that she never wanted Gideon after discovering the truth about her ex-husband was simply too far. She didn't care if she was hated amongst her siblings, but to take it out on Gideon was far from fair. And truthfully, Veronica had enough. Of the day, the bickering, the fact that no matter what happened, Galen Francis Ollivander would always prove her point that he was a waste of space.

With her pupils dilating as Francis spoke, adding on the final touch that Gideon had 'his turn', Veronica straightened her back, moving from where she stood and walking in the direction of her brother, wand raised directly at him. She knew amongst most things, Francis hated magic the most. Simply because he would never be like them, or ever be able to use it. With enough distance between them, the rest of their siblings and her son, Veronica's lips rose into a blank smile, no matter what came next, this was worth it for now.

"Crucio."

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[gideon edward ollivander]

There was too much happening at once. After his Mums savage speech he sighed and reached for his wine glass. Benny nudged Giddy and teased him that his mum forgot about him in her tangent and he chuckled. Rolling his eyes to the back of his skull as he set the empty wine glass down on the table. The room was more tense than he was used to, and there was a weird static in the air like the madness wasn't over. Seeing his family fight was  becoming exhausting. Everyone was always bickering and fighting. He wondered what it was like having family who actually enjoyed each others presence.

Gideon was ready to move on and not say anything but Frankie chimed in by opening his drunk mouth, again, layering on his own words of hatred. His words were actually hurtful, too. Frankie knew mentioning Gideons father was a low blow so obviously he'd go that route and further. 

Biting the inside of his cheek, he tensed his jaw. Gideon didn’t want to show how much those words actually bothered him. Waggling two middle fingers in the air, ”Fuck off, Frankie!” he yelled, face going beat red.

Before he could get anything else out his mum stepped up, activating her mama bear senses. The look in her eyes was terrifying, he’d never seen a darkness in his mother quite like that. She was quiet before raising her wand and casting cruio at Frankie. “Mum!” Gideon gasped, shocked she’d commit a crime in front of the entire family. Gideon stood frozen, eyes widened, watching in horror as the red beam headed for Frankie.

Galen Francis Ollivander
gehry benjamin ollivander
eleanor gwendolen ollivander
veronica giselle ollivander

[Galen Francis Ollivander]

nothing.

dec 2028

THERE WERE NO MORE THAN A HANDFUL OF minutes between Frankie's pointed forkful of revenge and whatever came next. The air had crackled with something foreign, a metallic kind of zing! that lifted the hairs on the back of Frankie's neck and arms. He had tolerated it, had felt the tingle of it since they had all been crammed into the elaborate dining room together. It was magic, of course. That immeasurable thing that Frankie could feel, but couldn't touch.

Absently, Frankie could here Gideon's croaky little swear word. It bounced like a marble on the floor, very little rebound but it certainly made a noise. Frankie had already lowered his jabbing fork, making as if to stab another roast potato as he stared at Ronnie and she stared at him. It meant that he saw her lips move before the spell hit him. Hair face so murderous that a lesser man might have flinched. And then the curse hit him square in his chest and all the time in the world drew to a frightening pause.

The space between heartbeats was quiet, and then a hoarse screaming sounded in Frankie's ears and he disappeared from this reality and the next. His back bowed and his chest arched forward out of his chair at an awful and unnatural angle as he was struck by the first lashings of the 'crucio'. The stem of the wineglass he held shattered as his fingers were forced into a clench as every muscle in his body curled in on itself. A splash of wine landed like blood droplets on the cream medallion rug. In Frankie's other hand the fork was curled in his fist until blood formed in the creases between fingers. 

Frankie was almost out of his chair by this point, his head flung back and his body raked by wave after wave of the most torturous pain Frankie had ever felt. He was almost out of body, certainly dead and dying. He roasting on a spit, punctured by a million needle heads. He was skinned, remade, and skinned again. Frankie was no longer a person, no longer a hapless squib, but the living embodiment of pain. He had no concept of time or movement.

His body bowed almost in two from the chair, the legs toppling out from under him as he seemed to fall back in slow motion. His head rattled off the cabinet set against the wall behind him, knocking his chin against his chest and catching his fall dangerously a moment before he landed back into his chair where it lay on the ground. He was like a puppet on strings, limbs lax and chest shaking as that horrific screeching noise, like metal in a blender, clawed the inside of his ears. Frankie didn't realise, but the screeching sound was coming from him. 

gideon edward ollivander , eleanor gwendolen ollivander , gehry benjamin ollivander , veronica giselle ollivander

NEVERLAND at ADOXOGRAPHY 2.0!

[gehry benjamin ollivander]

Not long ago YOU'D FIND
THE ANSWERS WERE SO CRYSTAL CLEAR

December 25, 2028
veronica giselle ollivander
Galen Francis Ollivander
eleanor gwendolen ollivander
gideon edward ollivander

Benny barely had a moment to think after he said his remark to Gideon. And his face fell. That certainly wasn’t his intent. To leave an opening for Frankie to attack their nephew. He realized his timing to make light in such a lost situation had been terrible. Attempting to hide behind his wine glass, Benny slowly sipped while his eyes continued moving. But he inhaled some wine when Frankie dared to venture into the territory regarding his ex-brother-in-law. He clasped his hand over his mouth with his napkin, doing his best to smother the coughs while trying not to drown simultaneously. But wouldn’t that be a relief? Death by drowning at the family dining table in the middle of this great Civil War. At least he wouldn’t be caught in the middle anymore.

Trying to slow his cough, Benny decided to glance at Veronica. The color in her eyes changed, darkening to something unrecognizable. At first, he wondered if he was hitting the peak of his high and was merely imagining things, but the longer he looked, the stronger the chill became, sending goosebumps down his arms. Benny wanted to run to the kitchen again to get more wine or escape entirely but couldn’t move. And after what happened next, he didn’t breathe. Like some slow-motion scene in a muggle film, Benny watched with horror as he heard his sister utter that spell—that forbidden spell. Her eyes glowed red from the light’s reflection. But once he managed to look at his older brother, he remembered to breathe. Still coughing from the wine trying to enter his lungs, he couldn’t believe what he saw. While it couldn’t compare, Benny felt five years old again. Hiding in a cabinet, peering through the cracked door, while Veronica and Frankie fought loudly, tempers flaring and someone spitting blood.

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There had been ample time to stop all of this. But Nell was weak. She knew that. They all knew that. The only time she ever defended herself was when it came to her shop, and even then, she made excuses to try and push her sister and parents out before they could ask too many questions or criticize her workflow. Today was a prime example of her inability to act when it mattered most. To tell Veronica off, and Frankie to stop calling Gideon a mistake. To yell at her parents to do something for once because they never actually did. Always hiding behind their wine glasses, hoping their inefficient warnings would settle everything down. It may have worked when they were all younger, but not anymore. The Ollivanders were far beyond that now. These words actually meant something for once, and her siblings were not holding back on one another.

And then it happened. Nell had never anticipated that Veronica would actually use violence against Frankie. Especially with magic. He was defenseless in every sense of the word. But to use that one in particular? The chill that ran through her body as she heard the incantation chanted with all of the hate and disdain that Veronica held for Frankie was an experience Nell had never wished to have as a useless onlooker. The horror that spread across all of their faces at the same time, the realization that she had finally taken things a step to far. What could have once been written off as a drunken verbal argument between family had crossed the line into a full-on assault using one of the Unforgiveable Curses.

Nell had never seen the Cruciatus Curse used before. She would have been content with her life it had stayed that way too. Watching her brother’s body bend and twist in an inhumane way, matching the noise that escaped him. A curse driven by hatred and the want to harm. As much as she disagreed with Veronica on everything, Nell had never once expected her sister to be capable of this. And all she could do was watch, frozen in fear, as the seconds ticked on. No one else had moved, aside from a yell by Gideon. Why wasn’t anyone doing anything to stop her? Nell’s hands gripped at her legs tightly, nails digging into her thighs in a pain that couldn’t even be comparable to what Frankie was experiencing. The cylindrical outline of her wand lay below one of them, shoved in her pocket for safe keeping.

Nell had never once attacked another person. It was beyond comprehension for her to do so. She had taken enough abuse from her sister over the years that she knew exactly what it felt like to be battered down. Why would she ever want to inflict the same on someone else? But her fingers found the handle of her wand, the silver lime with unicorn tail hair. By all accounts, the wand itself should have never been a good fit for her. She wasn’t a Seer or a Legilimens, or had any abilities in clairvoyance. Nell had made hundreds of wands that would have suited her better. She knew the way they worked. The way they breathed when magic was used. But it had been bestowed upon her by her great-grandfather when it was her time to go to Hogwarts. So it stayed with her, despite not fitting who she was.

Maybe her parents would finally step in and put an end to all of this once and for all. She didn’t want to have to be the one to act. It wasn’t her. A chair lifted up from the end of the table and flipped front end over, in the start of a rotation, her wand slashing it in the direction of where Veronica was standing, still torturing their brother. As it was right now, anything that could break the concentration would be good enough for her. Then she could go back to being weak, nervous Nell.

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[veronica giselle ollivander]

━ you have bewitched me, body and soul ━

THROUGHOUT VERONICA'S LIFE, SHE KNEW the severity of an Unforgiveable. Like every wizard and witch she had been taught when she was young, to never cast such a spell. The reminder of her father's voice as he recalled old stories, along with her professors when the eldest was but a small teenager, new to Hogwarts came flooding back. Each adult had all said the same thing. The exact same thing. That there should never be a moment in her life where she would need to ever even think of casting a spell.

Sure, her family's dynamics were far from being perfect, each of them brought up on horrid memories and sheer hatred for one another, but the eldest didn't think they'd eventually end up here. Both Veronica and Francis had equally done terrible things to one another, verbally and physically. Francis had dealt with slaps here and there and Ronnie had dealt with broken doors, windows, and an overall broken home. Of course, Veronica thought about the repercussions of it all and how their younger siblings would probably deal with it..far too late. But that was Veronica's flaws, she never thought of the consequences until it was simply too late.

With the blank, murderous look still plastered on her face, red filling her eyes as the light that left from her wand hit her brother, the wandmaker felt her lips curve into the smallest of smiles. There was a saying somewhere, to even cast such a curse, one had to mean it. Veronica Ollivander never really thought about her life without her brother, no matter how much she hated him. But in that moment, where she felt like she was having an out-of-body experience, as if there was another being controlling her body and mind - she finally thought what life would be without Galen.

The ringing of her son's voice and Frankie's eventual screams filled her ears, signaling the thought that someone would eventually step in..Right? Someone would end this. But with no total control of her body, aside from the rage mixed with the numb feeling she felt, Veronica persisted. If no one was to stop her, surely it meant they wanted the same? They wanted him gone too. Blank eyes watched as Frankie's body twisted, curved and bent within itself and the small smile on the wandmakers lips thinned out a little.

Somewhere within Veronica wanted to stop, but the need to keep going was far stronger. That was until a chair was sent flying her way. In the midst of her deep concentration, as if the tight control on her body had magically lifted, Veronica's awareness also returned. Eyes flickered in the direction where the chair was coming from, her body reacting just a tad too late. As the chair collided with her, the eldest fell to the floor, her wand dropping in front of her while she dealt with the immediate soreness. Of course, it was nothing compared to what she had just put her own brother through.

| Galen Francis Ollivander eleanor gwendolen ollivander gehry benjamin ollivander gideon edward ollivander |

[gideon edward ollivander]

Gideon had never seen his mother like this. She completely lost control but seemed to have all of the control at the same time. It was terrifying. There was a darkness in her eyes as she held her wand toward Frankie, showing no remorse as he withered on the floor. Gideon was frozen in fear. He didn't know what to do. Surely someone would stop this soon. He didn't know how to nor did he want to deal with the repercussions of getting involved in her sibling rivalry. 

Finally, a chair went flying in the air hitting his mum and knocking her out. He was speechless, feet glued to the floor. Everything was happening so fast, he wasn't sure if he was supposed to help his mum. A part of him was pissed at her for crucio'ing his squib uncle stupid on Christmas Day. The Ollivanders weren't capable of ever having a peaceful family dinner and it was starting to wear on him.

After an uncomfortable silence broke out in the room Gideon kneeled down and snatched his Mums wand that had fallen on the floor, shoving it in his inner coat pocket hoping no one saw. They probably did. He turned on his heel and walked out without saying a word.

Galen Francis Ollivander
eleanor gwendolen ollivander
gehry benjamin ollivander
veronica giselle ollivander