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[Ondina Nell Weasley]

i dare you.

THE OLD WEASLEY HOUSE WAS AS LOUD AS IT was cramped. Ondina loved her grandparents because she was supposed to, but she did not love their home. Nobody could make her love their silly, crooked little shack in the middle of nowhere. She couldn't sleep in it. It was by far the worst home out of all of her relatives, but they still held every major occasion in it. This time, it was her awful cousin Lily's 11th birthday. Which was, by far, the most overdone affair she'd ever been to since she stopped holding her own tea parties.

It was even worse at night... Ondina could not sleep and she'd roused with an ache behind her eyes and a chill in her body. She climbed out from where she'd been stuck between a snoring Lily and a leggy Dominque, 'accidentally' kneeling on one of their hands as she crawled away. Ondina had every intention of finding her mum and dad's bed and demanding they head home right then, though she might compromise for crawling between them, when she heard a scuffle downstairs.

Ondina felt a little ill, but curiosity won her almost immediately as she slipped downstairs and pushed her feet in to her shoes hastily. She was dressed in a pair of her cousins stripped pyjamas and they hung so terribly on her that she'd had to roll up the sleeves and legs. They were also draughty, so she grabbed a coat too as she heard the slight muffled grumble of metal on metal and wondered in a panic if she was being left behind.

Out the door Ondina fled, hair still in its straggly bow from the party. She followed the scraping noise all the way out of the front and in the direction of the overgrown driveway. In the distance she saw a lanky figure battling with a motorcycle. "Harper!" Ondina hissed, her voice a tad screechy as she upped her speed from a walk to a brisk jog, she was coughing a little by the time she caught up with her sister. "Where on earth... are you going?!" Ondina wheezed, a hand on her chest, staring at the great monstrosity of a machine her sister was rolling across the gravelly ground. "Mum's gonna go mad..." 

@harper

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Ondina Nell Weasley

Summer 2018

Lily’s eleventh birthday bash. That was why they were at their grandparents today. Harper had enjoyed it for the first few hours, but there was a point in it where her mind started to wander and her attention span slipped away. She knew the most entertaining bits about the property were hidden away in the shed on the edge of the property. Her grandfather had shown her before. It was virtually impossible to steal away there during the day, a dozen curious cousins watching her every move since she was one of the older ones now. Apparently being a few years into Hogwarts made her cool, a couple of her younger cousins always trying to figure out what everything was all about. She had been the same with Victoire, so it was only right that she do for the young ones what Vic had done for her. Which was basically show off and make a good impression.

Aside from the cousins running around amok, the aunts and uncles were everywhere as well. Her parents probably wouldn’t have cared much if she snuck off into the shed to tinker with the muggle toys there. Compared to dragons, machines and metal were almost nothing. Not all of her family members thought a thirteen year old digging through junk was a good idea though, and she had been told off in the past for doing so. That was why Harper decided to break the rules. At night she wasn’t going to be hurting or disturbing anyone. She wouldn’t be neglecting family time because everyone in the family would be dead asleep, whether by exhaustion or strong alcoholic spirits. Maybe a smidge of both. In her experience, they wouldn’t be budging an inch while she was digging through her glorious junk.

Creeping out of the house, she was glad that she had pulled a jumper on, a chilly breeze passing through her almost instantly. Harper contemplated running back inside to grab a pair of pants, her current ‘pants’ only making it about halfway down her thighs. It had been warm during the daytime and she had assumed it would be the same at night. And who even brought pants with them to an outdoor summer birthday party? Not her, that’s who. Going through the dozens of dresser drawers in the house just to find a pair of pants (and ones that would fit her at that) would take too long and leave her open to being caught.

So she continued on her way to the shed, tiptoeing along the grass to mask her presence even though there wasn’t anyone around to hide from. It didn’t take her long in the shed to find what she wanted to spend the rest of the night with: a motorcycle. Or the motorcycle. She had seen it before, her grandfather allowing her a quick peep a few years earlier. The sheet that was covering it looked as if it hadn’t been disturbed since that day. A powerful machine like a motorcycle deserved to be on display and used. This poor thing was neither anymore and Harper felt its pain as she ran her hands along the chassis. Then she got a brilliantly stupid idea.

The shed doors were propped open and Harper wheeled the motorcycle outside, the weight of it taking every ounce of her energy away from her. But if her plan worked, it would be well worth it. Harper hadn’t taken into consideration the amount of noise she was making in the shed – the stack of old radios that came crashing down when the motorcycle tipped over more than she had intended it to. She was too excited to see if it would start, her tunnel vision dooming her from the beginning. It was when she made it to the driveway that she heard her name called out from somewhere in the dark. Her head whipped around to see Ondina standing a ways away. “What’d you say?” she whispered back, the breeze from earlier taking Ondina’s words with it. “Come here,” she continued, her free hand beckoning her sister to head her way. The motorcycle leaned into her again, gravity deciding that she wasn’t strong enough told hold it up with only one arm and a hip.

She had no idea if Ondina had heard her or not, but the younger girl made her way closer despite the coughing fit that seemed to be going on. Ondina knew better than to run around in the middle of the night. Or at all. And here she was, looking like she was about to keel over. Harper couldn’t hold up the motorcycle and her sister at the same time. “She’ll be angrier if you wake her up because of another attack,” Harper warned, taking note of the hand Ondina had placed over her chest as she continued wheezing through her words. “And anyways, what’s it to you what I do? This thing has tons of dust on it you know. And probably really bad fumes too, when I start it up.” Because that was what she was going to do. Start up the motorcycle. A sound muffling charm was going to be cast over the exhaust and she was going to hope for the best that she could get it going. Motor vehicles were a complete mystery to her, but driving it around couldn’t be much more difficult than a bicycle or broom, and she was pretty decent at both of those. Ondina, not so much.

Harper reached back across the frame and took hold of the handlebars firmly, as she had previously, and started walking again, turning her back to her sister. She assumed Ondina would leave her be, not wanting to jeopardize her health any longer by being outside. “Go back to bed. I don’t want you to get sick.” And ruin this. It was difficult not to add that part. So many things weren’t allowed because of Ondina. Harper used to let it go and accept that things had to be that way, but once she started school, she understood how much she was losing out on. She wasn’t allowed pets, she couldn’t run in the house, she had to stay calm and not get excited around Ondina. She wasn’t allowed to play with her or be her friend because that would end up with one of the aforementioned. She just wanted a normal sister and a normal life, and riding this motorcycle in the middle of night was the closest she was going to get to doing what she wanted to do for the rest of the summer.

[Ondina Nell Weasley]

i dare you.

HARPER WAS TALL AND LANKY COMPARED TO Ondina and she hated that, from her perspective, her sister looked so effortless standing beside a hulking motorcycle. All the while Ondina's vision wavered as she caught her breath. The audacity of Harper! To sneak off without telling anybody, what if something terrible happened? As Ondina's juvenile brain almost always fell straight to the worst case scenario. Which always ended with somebody dead, mainly her.

"She would not." Ondina scoffed in disagreement. Their mum would have to be more mad at Harper, she was stealing and sneaking out. She shook her head vehemently, tangled red hair falling across her face. She pulled it away with both hands and sighed heavily as her chest began to gradually ease. The fresh air did help, even if Ondina hated it. She stepped back at the mention of dust.

"What, so I- I have to go back inside while you get to go off on an adventure?!" Ondina said, aghast at the mere notion. She'd seen such adventures solely through old VHS tapes, aching to be a part of something magnificent but never being allowed. She was always left out. Ondina's spine straightened as something occurred to her. 'Not this time'. "I'll- I can cover my mouth." Ondina said, demonstrating as she pulled the neck of her pyjama shirt up over her nose and mouth.

Harper did not appear convinced, as she turned away and continued to roll the monstrous machine up the driveway and away from Ondina. The shirt fell away from her mouth as she went limp at the arms, frowning at her sisters back. She ought to go back inside, it was cold, but she just couldn't bring herself to. Instead, she followed behind Harper, the back of one of her shoes flapping where she hadn't squeezed it on properly. It was sure to alert Harper that she wasn't far behind.

"I'm coming." Ondina said with breathy conviction, picking up the pace just a little bit so that she could catch up, her thin arms swinging at her sides like propellers. "You can't leave me behind!" She said because she was sick of being left behind. "Or- if you don't take me I'll go back and I'll wake the whole house and I'll tell." She pointed back at the house, chin tilted up defiantly to catch her sister's eye. "Take me with you." She said through her teeth, and there was a hungry desperation hiding behind that squared defiance. 

@harper

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Ondina Nell Weasley

Summer 2018

“Would too,” Harper reaffirmed. Letting Ondina on the motorcycle was sending her to her grave. She couldn’t even peddle a bike without almost keeling over. If she lost consciousness while on the motorcycle there would be nothing Harper could do to stop her from falling off and getting hurt. The feeble attempts to plead her case fell flat. Harper did feel bad for her sister; she wasn’t allowed to do anything normal like the rest of the kids in the family could. It wasn’t fair for Ondina. But it also wasn’t fair to Harper, always having to slow down and include her sister in everything that was safe enough for her. She wouldn’t always be there for her, so it was better to let her get used to it. Going to Hogwarts should have taught her that already. “No. It’s not an adventure if you get hurt and die,” she added, her voice cracking when trying to make it sound more forceful than how she would normally put it. Scaring Ondina with the possibility of death would probably do the trick.

She assumed that would be it. Maybe a few last words of protest before going back to the house defeated. The footsteps started up, but they were going in the wrong direction. They were following Harper and the motorcycle. She stopped again and turned to face Ondina, who was still going on about tagging along. Her size and disheveled, half-asleep appearance made it impossible to take her demand seriously. Harper shook her head. “Go on then,” she motioned with her hand. “I’ll use a muffle charm on you before you reach the front door. Then you won’t be telling them anything.” She only needed to get to the edge of the drive before going on her joy ride and the odds of Ondina pulling herself on last minute were slim. If only the motorcycle wasn’t so heavy, then all she had to do was out run her sister. The coughing fits would stop her in her tracks within seconds.

[Ondina Nell Weasley]

i dare you.

HARPER'S PERSISTENT REFUSAL WAS BEGINNING to make Ondina's eyes water. She felt the burn in her nose, the overwhelming urge to wail or sob making her chest tighten in a very familiar way. "Would not." She whinged back, reaching up to rub at her tired eyes. She remembered then that their cousin Victoire had told Ondina to toughen up. Slytherin's didn't accept weakness, and so Ondina had toughened up. But, being at home reminded her of how rewarding her old habits could be.

"Don't say that," She whimpered, quickening her pace slightly to try and keep up. "I wouldn't, I'm not a baby." She spat the word like it was dirty, sick of being treated like one by every cousin, sister and kid practically the same age as her. She knew they were only mirroring their elders reactions, but it was far less enjoyable when it was her own sister treating her like a child. For a second, she almost stopped.

Ondina almost allowed herself to feel hopeless and outwitted. But, with one last surge of energy she quickened her pace and latched a small hand on the lip of the motorcycle's seat, digging her nails in to the worn and cracked leather and her heels in to the uneven ground. "Do you think I'm an idiot?!" She hissed, careful to keep her voice down so that she didn't run out of air. "You're not allowed to use magic outside of school, you'd be expelled." Ondina had a feeling her sister wouldn't like that, and their parent's certainly wouldn't.

Pulling on the back of the motorcycle, it didn't move but the fire in her face was very serious and very red. She moved forward and threw herself sideways over the bike's seat, pushing and pulling until her feet were practically off the ground. "I'm coming with you." She declared haughtily, muffled by the leather pressing in to her middle. "Or you're not going either." She realised it might be easy for her sister to simply push her off, but that would mean risking an injury, and definitely ensuring a hefty scream that would send Ondina spiralling in to a fit.

"Y-You can use my housecoat tie to keep me around your waist." She began to reason, a bubble of hope making her head go light. "Tie it around us, like-like a seatbelt." Bending her neck, she tied to see her sister's face through a tangle of red hair, blinking as she swiped it away fruitlessly. 

@harper

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Ondina Nell Weasley

Summer 2018

Why was Ondina still fighting back? It was pointless, almost futile, to argue when all it was going to do was exacerbate an attack. Harper knew that her sister knew that, and yet here she was still, acting like it wasn’t a problem. She was even rubbing at her eyes, which Harper could only take to mean that tears were about to start flowing. They were probably crocodile tears, an attempt to guilt trip her into giving in. Harper knew she would have to stay resolute on her decision. Ondina was right, in a sense, about not being a baby. Though that was only half the problem here. Maybe if she was strong enough to not keel over after running ten feet or climbing a long staircase, she would be allowed on the motorcycle. “Fine,” Harper rolled her eyes, “You’re not a baby. But I don’t want you to die. So you’re still not going with me.” Full and final. She could run back to the house blubbering to their mum all she wanted, that wasn’t going to change anything.

Apparently Ondina didn’t like the idea of being shut-up if that was the route she decided to take, immediately going into a hushed tirade about how using spells outside of school wasn’t allowed. Obviously Harper knew that. It was an empty thread unless Ondina decided to push it further than necessary. “Hogwarts won’t expel me for using a muffle charm. They only do that to kids who hurt people or break the law.” The better threat now would have been a stunning spell, Ondina having decided to try and keep the motorcycle where it was by grabbing onto it while Harper talked. The problem now was that Harper couldn’t let go of the bike to pull out her wand and it was much too heavy to hold with just one. “Let go Ondina,” Harper warned, immediately following it with a jerk on the handle bars. She needed to get her sister to let go, and if they needed to have a war of attrition to get to that point, Harper could wait it out. Eventually Ondina would give up. She always did.

“No. N-O.” Harper hissed back at her sister as she tugged on the bike again. “If you want to ride it so bad, have dad take you on it tomorrow morning.” Giving an option would make her think. Thinking would make her loosen her grip on the bike. Hopefully. Harper didn’t even know if she could keep the thing up on her own once she was on. Hurting herself was no problem, but there was no way she was going to risk Ondina as well. Why couldn’t she see that?

[Ondina Nell Weasley]

i dare you.

THOUGH HARPER WAS SURELY PLAYING THE ROLE of 'concerned big sister', it fell flat for Ondina. She didn't care if it meant she might 'die', there was still a very big chance that she wouldn't. Not much more than Harper - who had no business riding a big motorcycle, just as Ondina had no business riding on the back of one. Ondina didn't understand her limitations. They felt imposed by others, like her attacks were a direct result of her family holding her back. She'd learn in time, but not while standing in the cold, begging Harper to give in to her as so many other's might've done without a thought.

"It'll hurt me," Ondina hissed, very sure that she was correct, even if she wasn't. "Because, if you make me be quiet I'll scream and I'll scream until I... until I die!" It didn't matter if Harper couldn't hear it, she'd employ an old tactic that had always won in the past. Holding her breath in an open, purple scream until her eyes rolled back and she fainted. "And then I'll make them expel you." Ondina felt very secure in her belief that if she wanted, she could do just that. She was going to get on the back of that bike, whether Harper liked it or not.

Which was why she'd been inspired to throw herself over the side of it. Harper's hushed exclamations fell on deaf ears as Ondina scrambled with her skinny back legs, finding purchase on various metal pipes and bars as she tried to hike her bottom half on to the bike so that she might sit properly. She was no good sprawled horizontally across the back, with her legs flailing around. "Dad... dad won't let me," She whined, kicking off of something so that she could shimmy one of her little legs around to straddle it. "He worries too much."

There was an air of triumph to stance as Ondina finally managed to situate both of her little legs on either side of the seat, her feet barely dangling past the leather fitting as she dug her nails in to it and grinned wickedly at her sister. "I'm sitting on it now!" She declared happily, thinking for sure that she'd won her place on the back of it, even as she wobbled a little bit. "You might as well let me come along now," She sang, very pleased with herself. "Because I'm not getting off." Her chin lifted defiantly, snub nose raised. It didn't matter what Harper wanted, Ondina had already made up her mind. 

@harper

NEVERLAND at ADOXOGRAPHY 2.0!

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Ondina Nell Weasley

Summer 2018

Ondina had gotten one over her again. Harper hadn’t contemplated that despite a muffling charm, her sister could still scream. Maybe the better option would have been to threaten a jinx that glued her mouth shut. Then she would be quiet and wouldn’t be able to knock herself out intentionally. But Harper didn’t know the jinx for that, only ever having it cast on her by unseen forces in the corridors of Hogwarts. Ondina wasn’t old enough yet to truly understand the loose tongues and willingness to fling spells down the hallways. First years had plenty of terrible things done to them, but none were nearly as bad as the later years could be. Her second year had been leagues more dangerous than her first had been. Regardless, her sister’s threats were realistic enough to have Harper second-guessing whether it was smart to make them in the first place. She probably still wouldn’t be expelled from Hogwarts (that was the least of her worries), but the wrath of their parents was real and present, concerning both the motorcycle ordeal and the possibility of suffocating her sister to death. “Grandma’s garden gnomes will drag you away before mum and dad ever find you,” she tossed back, hoping that would be enough of a deterrence. "I heard they like nibbling on little kids.”

The continued whining from Ondina wasn’t winning Harper over at all, and their dad ‘worrying’ meant nothing. He worried because of her condition, which was exactly the sort of situation Harper was trying to avoid. She didn’t need to say that again though, because it was impossible to drill it into Ondina’s head. The worst part though, was that the whining had distracted Harper long enough to allow the smaller Weasley gain superiority over the motorcycle. What started as a fight for the bike’s weight was now a battle to get Ondina off of the seat. Once again, Harper wished she had turned the thing around and walked back the second her sister showed up. Nothing good was going to come of this now. “Okay. Then you’re going back into the shed with it,” Harper stated as she dug her heels into the gravel road, beginning to turn the motorcycle back towards the Burrow. “It’s really dusty in there, you know. Had me coughing the whole time I was pulling the motorcycle out…”

[Ondina Nell Weasley]

i dare you.

THOUGH HARPER WAS CERTAINLY JUST TRYING to scare Ondina, she still gasped audibly at the threat of disgusting gnomes. They were rife around the Weasley home, and nasty too. She envisioned them nipping the thin skin on her ankles and cringed. "Well- well..." She sniffed, stuttering as she tried to scramble for a retort. "Then I'd die and it would be your fault." It didn't matter anyway, thought Ondina. She'd already found her place on the motorcycle, what else could Harper do but comply? Or, so she foolishly thought.

Her sister seemed far more intent on denying Ondina than agreeing. She wobbled, both hands falling forward and gripping the leather seat as she watched her sister slowly turn the hulking piece of machinery around. "You're such a spoil sport!" Ondina hissed, her little face screwing up through a curtain of frizzy red hair. "You just can't bear for me to have fun with you lot!" The fear of the dusty, dark shed had her chest tightening at the mere thought. "You don't care about me-" Her bottom lip was wobbling now, her eyes glistening and blurring at the corners. "You don't even like me!" And then her head fell back and she let out a long, keening wail as she began to cry, her nails gripping the motorcycle for dear life. 

@harper

NEVERLAND at ADOXOGRAPHY 2.0!

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Ondina Nell Weasley

Summer 2018

“Prove it,” Harper rifled back once again, her eyes unblinking as she tried to intimidate her little sister. All she had to do was plant the idea of harm and that would have Ondina reeling. Hopefully. “You can’t, can you? There’s no way mum or dad would ever be able to tell that I made you die. The gnomes took one of our cousins once. Did you know that?” A complete and utter lie, but she wasn’t afraid of using anything now. Lies were better than an actual dead Ondina, something the girl herself was unable to see.

The situation went from bad to worse fast though. Ondina turned everything up a notch, as she was known to do, and flipped her screaming switch on. Harper had yet to figure out if it was on purpose or she actually had a weak enough mental constitution to the point where things like this tipped her over the edge. There seemed to be a decent mix of the two though, and this was a hard one to figure out because it could have been either. “We can have fun when dad takes you on it tomorrow, remember?” Harper wasn’t even sure why she repeated that as if it were truth, because there was no telling if he actually would or not. And going onto the tirade about her health issues wasn’t going to work in her favor either.

And then it happened. The sniffles turned into a stream of tears, easily identifiable with the way the moon was reflecting off of Ondina’s pale face. In an instant the scream came and Harper reacted instinctively. “Shut up idiot!” she hissed out, taking a swing with her clenched fist at Ondina’s much smaller, thinner arm. That was a mistake, because amidst the wailing and attempted punch, Harper wobbled on her feet, and that meant the motorcycle did as well, tipping sideways as the older Weasley girl lost her grip on it.

[Ondina Nell Weasley]

i dare you.

FEAR WAS AN INCREDIBLY EFFECTIVE WEAPON, especially for a girl who lived so completely within it. Harper's words of warning made Ondina's heart beat wildly, but she was already on the motorcycle. It would take a lot more than that to get her off. Mostly because she wasn't entirely sure how to dismount the hulking machine. But, also because she was tired of being left out. Even if her face went deathly pale and her shoulders pulled up under her ears, she attempted to maintain her bravery.

"You're just saying that..." She accused, her voice meek and unsure. But, Harper's face looked grave as she leaned in close to Ondina. And Ondina flinched away instinctively, wobbling slightly on the seat. But, instead of giving in, Ondina did what she did best. She got mad. Her temper flared, bottom lip wobbling as she pointed the finger at Harper. "I want to have fun now," She declared, her voice becoming shrill and shaky. "If you can, then I can!" Because despite her limitations, Ondina felt entirely certain that she could do whatever her older sibling could. No matter that whenever she'd tried in the past it had ended in tears, it was Harper's complete refusal to comply that truly got her worked up.

Head tossed back, Ondina let sobs rack her frail frame. She expected Harper to hush her frightfully, and finally give in. Instead, she felt a bruising whack on her arm and Harper's voice tight and angry. Her head flopped forwards, body stilling for a dangerous beat as she lifted one hand from the seat to grab her injured arm. "You-" Shock made her stutter, and the breathless tears made her voiceless. But, before she could truly react, the motorcycle wobbled. In hitting her, Harper had eased her steadying grip on the bike and Ondina felt it wobble unsteadily underneath her.

There was an accusation in her eyes as she listed to one side, but that was quickly replaced by panic as she finally relinquished her grip on the bike and scrambled to grab for her sister, arms flailing. "Harper!" She squealed in panic, but the motorcylce was already falling away from them both and Ondina went with it.

She landed on the ground with a metal crash, her head hitting the dirt path, one leg still on top and the other trapped underneath. Her vision wavered, black spots blooming in front of her eyes as she lay still on the ground. And then it hit her, the searing pain of her leg, crushed under the bike. The breath stealing weight of the bike half on her. Her head throbbing from where it had whacked it against the ground. And the tightness in her chest that made the world shrink to the size of her dilated pupil. And then, finally, she began to scream. 

@harper

NEVERLAND at ADOXOGRAPHY 2.0!

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Ondina Nell Weasley

Summer 2018

Ignoring the whining and protests was easy enough – Harper had spent the last twelve years listening it go on and on and on. There were times where she could understand Ondina’s pleas and cries for attention; the younger Weasley was sickly and really struggled physically with almost everything. Harper thought she had been a decent older sister, including her in activities that wouldn’t send her inside into a coughing fit, or sitting out when Ondina couldn’t participate. But that was then and this was now, and riding around on a motorcycle Harper didn’t even know if she could drive on her own was asking for trouble. The cries for attention had gotten her fed up enough that she was now completely ignoring Ondina, at least until the tears started flowing.

The punch in the arm was instinctual; it wasn’t hard by any means, Harper couldn’t actually throw a punch if her life depended on it. But Ondina was soft and easily encourageable when it came to crying, and the smack in the arm certainly didn’t help the position Harper was in. Staring at Ondina’s shocked expression to the punch as the motorcycle started to slip from her reach in slow motion, Harper knew what was going to happen next before it did. Her hands scrambled to grab onto the bike but it was already too far gone, gravity taking it the rest of the way to the ground, Ondina’s tiny, frail body trapped in between the two. Even if she had managed to get a hold of the machine, it would have been too heavy for her to readjust, especially with the momentum pulling it down. This was the exact reason she didn’t want her sister hopping on it in the first place!

Harper couldn’t blame Ondina for the screams that followed. Those ones were well earned. Immediately, she ran around the collapsed bike and tried to anchor it up with the weight of her body, her shoes digging deep holes into the gravel pathway as she tried lifting it enough for Ondina to slide out. But she had a feeling her sister wouldn’t be able to do that, since she was too busy screaming and gasping for air like a fish out of water. It was a horrifying sound, the likes of which Harper was positive she had never heard before. And it would only continue the longer it took her to get the bike off. Leaving Ondina there, alone, and running back to the Burrow for help would take too long, and she couldn’t do that after being the cause of everything.

“K-Keep breathing!” she sputtered out in between two of her sister’s screams. They were horrifying noises being emitted, and the frustration of being the cause of and failure at finding a solution had Harper shedding her own tears. The silver lining in this was that as long as she kept making noise, she was alive. It was when Ondina got quiet that really scared Harper the most. Seeing that her attempts to push the bike off were futile, she wiped at her face haphazardly and slid her wand out of her pocket, pointing it at the bike, “Wing-gardium L-Leviosa.”

Nothing happened as the levitation charm failed. Harper screamed out in frustration and pointed her wand at the bike again, yelling the incantation three or four times in a row and getting the same result. Tossing her wand onto the ground, she moved behind Ondina and bent down, grabbing her sister under her arms, “I-I can’t get the bike off of you,” she explained, biting down on her lip to fight back the tears dripping off of her face. “I’m going to pull you out, okay?”

[Ondina Nell Weasley]

i dare you.

ONDINA COULDN'T TELL WHICH PART OF HER body hurt the most. Was it her lungs, broken and constantly filled with a hack-worthy fluid? They certainly ached as she wailed, her mouth open so wide that the dry corners cracked and bled - they would sting for weeks afterwards and she would refuse to eat for at least two days. Or, perhaps it was her legs, the toe of her slipper caught between the hulking metal shell of the bike and the stand. Her knee twisted at an angle that made her want to scream louder every time she wiggled or moved. No, Ondina reckoned it was her hips, where a good portion of the hulking weight of the motorcycle had landed and then squeezed her in an unforgiving grip.

Somewhere off in the distance, Ondina was aware that her sister had come skidding around to her. But, all she managed to do with her hands was move the bike enough to bruise her even more. Ondina's arms lashed out blindly, tiny, weak fists smashing in to whatever part of her sister she could blindly find. A few hit home, but she was too busy screaming to feel triumphant. She stopped to draw one breath; a shallow, jilted thing that sounded as sore as it felt. And when she began screaming again, she was like a Howler. Vicious and unstoppable, but her face was beginning to go blue from a lack of proper oxygen, soon she would pass out. But, when she would regain consciousness? Merlin have mercy for whoever was in her eye line.

And eventually, her eyes did begin to roll back, but the shrill sound of her sister's voice centred her with an odd sobriety. The screams puttered out for a second, cut off like someone had simply sucked the sound out of the air. Ondina's arms were curled in to fists atop the seat she had been sitting on just minutes before. She was trapped and it felt like it. The lower half of her body going from a heady ache to a worrying numbness. She stared up at her sister - her silken hair in disarray, her face pale and frantic. They had never looked more alike. And so Ondina spoke. "I... hate you." And it was said with such clean, concise emotion. As if she were saying something perfectly natural to her. "I hope they burn this bike with you on it."

And then, as if she hadn't stopped at all, she pushed Harper away from her. Lashing out with her nails and her spite, and she opened her mouth and screamed. Her chest felt as tight as a drum and she would pay for such an act for weeks, maybe even months to come. Gripping the leather seat to stop Harper from sliding her free, she wailed and wailed until the pathway was lit by a muted yellow light as one, two and then three lights went on in the Weasley household. From somewhere in the fields a creature howled and suddenly, the pathway was ablaze with light and sound. And Ondina didn't stop screaming until she heard her father's voice, when she promptly gave in and passed out. 

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