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August 30, 2028
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”Do you think they’ll let me get firewhiskey?” Ozzy asked in a loud whisper. Monday had just returned with butterbeer for the three. It was the best bet, considering Ozzy was legally not old enough to order anything alcoholic. But he’d never say no to a butterbeer either. His trademark grin crept onto his face. ”I’m kidding, relax.” He added, looking at Charlie and Monday like they were, in fact, the crazy ones. Ozzy knew very well they would never let him drink a drop before he was of age.

Drinking a large amount of butterbeer at once, Ozzy wiped his mouth with the back of his sleeve. The school year was due to begin soon. Since both his sisters had graduated, Ozzy felt he didn’t see them nearly as often as he used to around the school halls. Even when he’d spent a year at Ilvermorny, Monday had remained behind to begin her internship. Not being able to annoy her in the Gryffindor Common Room had saddened him slightly, not that Ozzy wasted any time finding some other distraction for himself. ”Mo—I keep forgetting to ask—are you working on 7 for 7? Because if I can meet some pro quidditch players like Millie Dawes or Mickey McLaggen…” Ozzy paused in a rare moment of speechlessness. ”You won’t have to get me a Christmas present for like five years.” A large and hopeful grin appeared on his face. If this ever were to occur, Ozzy knew all his friends would die of jealousy.

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As the youngest Weekly sibling, Ozzy still had a few things to learn about subtlety. Asking if he thought he would be permitted to get firewhiskey when he was barely fifteen was something that should have happened before they went out, if at all, though Monday knew that their parents would kill them both—especially her, as the eldest—if they thought she was going to entertain the idea of allowing her baby brother to do anything against the law. Then again, butterbeer, by virtue of its name, probably wasn't the most vegan beverage option. Some sort of pumpkin juice with an alternative sweetener would have been their mother's preference.

Monday had just shot her brother a look as she set down the round of butterbeers at their table, when Ozzy grinned mischievously. "I’m kidding, relax," he urged her and their sister Charlie.

"Ha ha. Very funny." Monday rolled her eyes and sat back down, grateful that she had a wand to keep from spilling the three drinks before they ever arrived back to their intended destination.

"Mo—I keep forgetting to ask—are you working on 7 for 7?" Ozzy wondered, referring to the Quidditch television series that was sweeping Witch TV. "Because if I can meet some pro Quidditch players like Millie Dawes or Mickey McLaggen…" There it was: the catch. "You won't have to get me a Christmas present for like five years."

Laughing slightly, Monday looked back and forth between her siblings. "I've been doing some work on The Former Real Housewives of London lately," she explained, which was about as far from professional Quidditch as anything on Witch TV got. Some of those women would have made tough Quidditch players, though, honestly. Even the parts of the show that didn't get aired were wild; it wasn't just played up for the cameras. "But—" She, too, paused. "I'll see what I can do. As long as you keep your grades up this next semester and promise to stay out of trouble." She and Charlie had gone to school with some people at Hogwarts who had gone on to play Quidditch professionally, so she could probably reach out to one of them.

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Charlie often felt like there was a significant gap between herself and her youngest sibling, Ozzy. Or maybe it had more to do with the fact that she had forced herself to grow up incredibly fast after the Hogwarts fire. That had shocked a lot of her classmates into maturity. She often wished now that she had been given those few extra years in between then and now to be a kid. Unfortunately, once she graduated, she came right back over here to start work. No break in between, and now a little over a year had passed.

She blew out a long exhale through her nose as she looked between Ozzy and Monday as he asked them if the pub would allow him to get firewhiskey. Monday beat her to it, and all Charlie could do was give him a shrug. They'd all had their own fair share of it underage, Charlie remembering a very distinct party that they had thrown in their penthouse a few years prior where she was too far gone and Monday also managed to slug the ethereal Jimmie Blishwick in the face. That was the night that started it all, in her opinion. Since then, everything had gone downhill.

Charlie was about to whisper to her brother that she could tip him a bit later if he was quiet about it, but the conversation had already shifted to him asking if Monday could set him up with meeting a professional Quidditch player or two. All Charlie could do was sit and sip her butterbeer, somehow finding herself unable to catch up on what was happening. Monday was going into ‘mom mode’, which just meant being the responsible one of the three of them. Someone had to do it for Ozzy’s sake. ”And she means Quidditch players, not housewives,” Charlie interjected, hoping to cut that off before he ran with it. That would be incredibly illegal, and make his firewhiskey request pale in comparison.

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WE NEVER SLEEP,
IN CALIFORNIA, WE'RE DREAMING

August 30, 2028
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Monday appeared less than amused. It was worth a shot, he figured. There was a 99.9% chance that the answer would be ‘no,’, but if he did not ask, it was 100% going to be ‘no.’ But that was his outlook on life, not that he typically thought through such things very thoroughly. It was a surprise if he ever did. The attention span of his few working brain cells was minimal, as his sisters knew. The eagerness appeared in his eyes even before the sugar from the butterbeer coursed through his system. Merlin, what a treat it would be to meet some great players. And then he could tell his friends all about it, knowing they would writhe with jealousy.

”Oh.” His expression fell. Some of the girls in his House obsessively watched that show. And Ozzy had tried to sit through an episode, but about three minutes in, he was already bored. Plus, it risked damaging those last few brain cells. Still, Monday left Ozzy with some hope, with Charlie cutting in to clarify. ”Pffft.” Ozzy laughed. ”I don’t know anyone on that Housewives show, anyway.” Maybe if there was someone he knew, it would be almost as cool as meeting famous Quidditch players. ”Do you get to meet other famous people?” He wondered. It seemed in that regard, Monday was sort of following in their mother’s footsteps of entering that world. He drank more of his butterbeer. The real stuff was far better than the fake ‘sugar-free’ stuff their mother bought at home.

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