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Jan 20, 2019 11:02:26 GMT -7
Post by Galen Francis Ollivander on Jan 20, 2019 11:02:26 GMT -7
 THE OLLIVANDER HOME HADN'T CHANGED AT ALL in the 12 years he'd been gone. It still had the some sticky grandfather clock in the hallway, with extra hands depicting prime harvesting seasons. It still smelled of polish and fresh pine, which used to comfort Frankie as a child. And while the lack of change should have been a blessing for Frankie, it just made him feel all the more displaced, because he had changed in his absence. He didn't fit as an adult who had grown to be so among muggles. And it didn't help that his parent's looked at him like that too; as an other.
Sitting at the kitchen table, Frankie had only ventured out of his room because he'd heard both of his parent's leave. It was the first time he'd been allowed at home unsupervised since he'd been shipped home and the silence was a blessing. He parked himself at the large wooden breakfast bar, the stool so small he could touch the ground while sitting down, and was eating a buttery, flaky breakfast pastry while simultaneously trying to light a cigarette. It swung from his dry lips as he chewed and sparked his lighter, wobbling around unlit until he swallowed, when he finally managed to get the end to catch so he could draw a breath.
Knowing that he'd probably field a great lecture if they found out didn't stop him as he drew in a deep, smoky lungful until it tightened his chest. Somehow, the little show of rebellion made him feel better about the whole mess - plus it postponed his overwhelming desire to day drink for the time being. He didn't stub it out when he heard the front door open and close, though his shoulders did tense a little, he simply assumed it'd be a house-elf sent to clean up after him and make sure he hadn't 'done anything stupid' in their absence. It was not a house-elf, and Frankie was mute.
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Jan 21, 2019 21:11:06 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Jan 21, 2019 21:11:06 GMT -7
Gabriel wasn't living at his parents home in the Hollow anymore, but he did visit often. He was really close with his family, aside from his eldest brother Ga- Frankie. That wasn't a surprise, though. Considering how far apart in age they were and the fact that Frankie was... well, what he was. It was hard for Gabriel to accept for some reason. Even at twenty years old, he handled the situation immaturely when presented with it.
He came in the house, ready to raid the fridge and get comfortable until someone came home. But when he stepped in, he froze.
His brother was there. Smoking?
"Are you... allowed to smoke in here?"
Galen Francis Ollivander
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Feb 3, 2019 16:54:11 GMT -7
Post by Galen Francis Ollivander on Feb 3, 2019 16:54:11 GMT -7
PERHAPS THE LAST PERSON FRANKIE EXPECTED to see was Gabriel. His eyes narrowed in confusion and he wondered why the kid wasn't at Hogwarts, before quickly realising that he'd graduated just before the summer. He briefly recalled a letter that had come to him, detailing the events. He hadn't gone, mostly because he had vowed a long time ago never to set foot in Hogwarts - not that he was even really allowed.
"Am I?" Frankie said sarcastically, donning an expression of shrewd thought as he crushed the tip down to the filter in his makeshift ashtray. It felt like Gabriel was telling him what to do and he didn't like that, it made him feel even more out of place. "Shouldn't you be at school, or something?" Frankie said, because he was feeling a little spiteful. It wasn't Gabriel's fault, obviously, but he was the only one who'd spent more than two seconds with him in the last two days. Everybody else was just so eager to get away. He suspected it wouldn't be long before Gabriel followed suit.
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Feb 19, 2019 13:02:33 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Feb 19, 2019 13:02:33 GMT -7
Frankie seemed to retort the question, and Gabriel winced a little at the tone. His brother crushed the cigarette and Gabriel swallowed a little, then straightened up. "I'm not sure," he answered firmly, trying to seem a little more confident. This was just weird.
Frankie asked if he was supposed to be at school and Gabriel shook his head, "I only have class three days a week," he explained. he almost moved forward, maybe to take a seat, but his feet wouldn't leave that spot in the kitchen entrance. "So... what are you doing here?" he finally asked, his voice a bit soft.
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Feb 25, 2019 6:08:06 GMT -7
Post by Galen Francis Ollivander on Feb 25, 2019 6:08:06 GMT -7
IF GABRIEL WASN'T SURE, THEN FRANKIE WASN'T going to stop. "That's settled then." He mumbled, almost jovially. As no sooner had he stubbed out one cigarette, he was pulling out another from behind his ear. He let it hang from his lips unlit for a second, casting a look at his little brother as if daring him to question it. He didn't own the house, thought Frankie. And he certainly wasn't going to be berated by the kid as long as that were true.
Frankie watched as his brother tried to stand a little straighter, appear a little more intimidating, but no matter how long he'd been gone, Gabriel was still skinny and small. Frankie lit his cigarette in answer, drawing deeply from it so that then end glowed and grew angrily. "Hogwarts do part-timers?" Frankie asked in confusion, already know that that wasn't the case but not realising that his brother had already graduated. "Isn't it a boarding school." He added rhetorically, clicking an inch of ash onto a small side plate he'd set up on the dining table.
The cigarette hung loosely from two fingers and he crossed his legs lazily, sitting back as if he owned the place. He couldn't let them know that he wasn't comfortable, that he was constantly on edge. They already thought he was crazy. He smoothed his damp hair away from his forehead. "I live here now, mate." He said boldly, despite the fact that he hated being there and wished for his flat back in muggle London. "Can't leave without someone right up my arse," He complained, tongue in cheek as he took another sizzling draw. "Can't stay in, they think I'll shove my head in the oven."
Flashing his teeth at Gabriel, he flicked another bit of ash, but it landed on the table instead. He didn't rush to clean it, in fact, he didn't acknowledge it at all, watching his brother struggle to stand even near him. Was being a squib that bad? Yes, according to the greater majority of his family. Or, maybe it was the crazy thing. Frankie couldn't tell, they were practically the same thing in the Ollivander family. "What're you doing here?" He asked in turn, tilting his head curiously. This was the first time he'd seen Gabriel in a while.
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Mar 11, 2019 18:40:30 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Mar 11, 2019 18:40:30 GMT -7
Frankie lit another cigarette, saying it was 'settled' that apparently he wasn't going to s top. Gabe's eyebrows furrowed but he didn't fight back. Especially not since Frankie gave him that look while getting it ready. Gabe didn't know how to act around his brother in normal situations, let alone when Frankie was dominating the space.
His brother lit the cigarette and Gabe stayed put. Frankie asked him about part-time at Hogwarts, commenting that it was a boarding school. "I graduated," Gabe said sharply and defensively. "I don't go to Hogwarts anymore. I'm twenty years old for the god's sake," he relented a little at the end there, taking a small step back.
Frankie sat back, and Gabe finally managed to glare at him instead of stare in bewilderment. "Okay," he said, as Frankie talked about living there. Since when was that a thing? Why didn't his parents warn him? And why did his brother not even care about getting ash on his parents table and lounging about like he owned the place. And why was all that making Gabe so... angry?
"Just wanted to get some food, hang out til mum and dad get home," he explained. He finally took in a deep breath, found a little bravery, and walked past his brother to get to the fridge. He opened it, and surveyed the contents. "Do you want something too," he asked flatly. May as well cook for both of them.
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Mar 28, 2019 8:26:54 GMT -7
Post by Galen Francis Ollivander on Mar 28, 2019 8:26:54 GMT -7
FRANKIE WAS, ADMITTEDLY, A LITTLE SHEEPISH that he hadn't even realised his youngest brother had graduated. He certainly didn't look it, thought Frankie. Still gangly and youthful, though he knew that witches and wizards aged at odd and inconsistent rates. All that magic laughed in biology's face. His mouth formed a silent 'o', before he nodded once. "Good for you..." He muttered, maintaining his cool without apologising. "I mean, it's not like I was invited to the after party." Which he certainly hadn't. They'd stopped bothering with traditional courtesy once he'd stopped replying. Except for Nell, of course.
And while it didn't surprise Frankie that there was very little communication about his return, he'd half expected Gabriel to be the next heir - as the next male in the family tree. But, then again he wasn't at all surprised to learn that his older sister had muscled her way in in his absence. It had always been her supreme goal to take his place. He just hadn't expected his parent's to fold so readily with another viable son hanging ripe on the vine. Unless he wasn't... Frankie stared at him with renewed interest as he entered the kitchen and headed straight for the fridge.
"Sure, kid." He shrugged, tongue dashing out over his bottom lip. "I'll have whatever you're having." Because, despite his hatred for the wizarding world. And his dislike for his situation. It wasn't Gabriel's fault. He was only 20, after all. Just another kid caught in the family web. If he found him a little insufferable already, it was probably because he reminded Frankie that once upon a time, that had been him. Just without all that magic making him look like an infant.
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Apr 29, 2019 4:06:06 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Apr 29, 2019 4:06:06 GMT -7
Frankie liked genuinely surprised when Gabriel has corrected him about graduating. He congratulated him, and Gave offered an appreciative nod. "Thanks. I passed my owl- tests and everything." He honestly wasn't even sure if Frankie knew what O.W.L.s were. He didn't know much about what his brother understood or didn't understand about anything. "There wasn't really a party..." he added. But there was a celebration where the family went on a little trek to London to see 'The phantom of the Opera'. It was muggle show, but Gabe was an actor so.
His brother agreed to food, saying he'd have whatever Gabe was having. He nodded, getting out the eggs, some fruit, and the necessary pot and rolled oats. He set to work. "So... Where did you go? Anywhere cool?" he asked sheepishly. It was kind of horrible how little the two brothers knew about each other. Gabriel knew a real deal of it was his fault, considering he never even tried to reach out. Due to his shame at... Well, his brother.
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May 2, 2019 9:08:23 GMT -7
Post by Galen Francis Ollivander on May 2, 2019 9:08:23 GMT -7
ONCE UPON A TIME FRANKIE HAD LEARNED ALL he could about Hogwarts. Back when he'd been expected to go there. When he'd been set to inherit the shop and be the next best wandmaker in all of Britain. But, it took him a second to remember what an OWL was. It wasn't like highers and standard grades. They did things differently in the wizarding community. A pretentiously as possible, he reckoned. "Cool." He muttered to his little brother, pretending like he cared about the standard issue wizarding tests. At the very least, Gabriel seemed pleased for himself. Frankie couldn't deny him that.
"Remember I was raised here too, kid." Frankie said with a slight smirk, his eyes narrowed. "I know how the Ollivander's celebrate success." And only success, he thought. Because nobody got a pat on the back for simply 'trying'. Which was why he was surprised by how... soft Gabriel appeared to be. He didn't come across as arrogant and confident as Ronnie, or as quietly skilled and ambitious as Nell. He seemed to be something all on his own, and that didn't really compute with him. Proving all the more just how little he knew about his youngest sibling.
Frankie watched as Gabriel gathered up his little collection of ingredients. Surprising him by using barely any magic at all. He was used to berating his sister for completing simply tasks using magic. It always rankled him in a way he couldn't explain. Filling him with an envy and loathing he could barely control.
"You mean, after I left?" Frankie asked, blinking in surprise. He didn't expect a lick of interest from Gabriel. Just like with Ronnie. Who, as far as he was aware, was his little brothers favoured sibling. "Yeah, I guess." He flicked his cigarette on to the table, a ball of ash staining the wood as he thought about the life he'd had before. The opportunities he had seized and then squandered in a single breakdown. "Went to medical school, became a junior doctor." And that fizzle of pride was suddenly dampened as he realised his brother probably didn't even know what that was. "Do you know what that is?"
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May 4, 2019 5:47:55 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on May 4, 2019 5:47:55 GMT -7
Gabriel didn't expect his brother to really rejoice or anyting about the OWL tests or NEWTS, but it was still nice of him to offer that small 'cool'. There wasn't really much more to say on the subject, so Gabriel let it pass. His brother said that he knew how their family celebrated. He wasn't wrong, of course. The Ollivanders took success very seriously... They also took failure very seriously but didn't verbalize then as much. It was easy for them to just pretend that it didn't happen, or at least silently disapprove and push away. Gabriel honestly hadn't experienced much of that, and maybe that was partly because his family didn't expect very much out of him. He hadn't really replaced Frankie as the prodigy or anyting, Veronica had taken that role swiftly and without mercy.
Frankie seemed surprised that Gabriel had asked him about his life, but Gabriel just kept cooking, trying to remain as casual as possible. Even though this was an incredibly strange situation for him. When he explained what he'd been doing, Gabriel's brow furrowed for a moment, but then he nodded. "Yeah, I know what a doctor is," There were plenty of plays with doctors in them, or at least mentions of doctors. As much as Gabriel will it would have liked to stay in there Wizarding world for his acting career, there was often just too many good opportunities outside it as well. "Medical school..." Gabriel started, "was that here in England?"
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Jul 30, 2019 8:17:52 GMT -7
Post by Galen Francis Ollivander on Jul 30, 2019 8:17:52 GMT -7
THE BIGGEST PROBLEM FRANKIE WAS HAVING was that he'd spent so much of his time hiding from his family. Speaking with Gabriel made that incredibly difficult to uphold. Before, it had been easier. His family weren't particularly interested in what he was doing, and he'd found the merit in that. Now, Gabriel was looking at him, and asking about him and he felt himself begin to clam up.
"Uh, yeah..." He muttered, looking down at the ridges in his knuckles, scarred from fights he did and didn't win. "London." That was specific enough that Frankie felt like he'd given something, but vague enough that he avoided any serious, probing questions. It was all he was willing to give.
"I'm nothin' now." He scoffed, rolling his eyes skyward. "Ronnie'd have me sweeping the floors for good, if she could get away with it." There was a sour expression on his face, and he suddenly felt like his skin was too tight. Medical school had been gruelling, but Frankie missed it. It'd been his one true accomplishment, something he didn't owe his parent's thanks for. And look where he'd ended up.
"You're lucky you know," Frankie said, pushing up from the table. "They got bored after Nellie." His nose wrinkled. "Soft." Frankie stared at the side of Gabriel's face and he felt a tangle of jealousy for the life he got to have. The life Frankie was never afforded. "You get to be... whatever you wanna be." This was said quietly, like an accusation.
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Sept 1, 2019 20:28:09 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Sept 1, 2019 20:28:09 GMT -7
Gabriel watched as Frankie answered his question, muttering and looking down, seeming like he didn't even want to have the conversation. Gabriel wasn't sure what to do about that, since the food was already in the middle of cooking and he didn't want to just... abandon the whole house because his brother was being difficult. He swallowed, looking down too, turning his head to glance at the stove top. "Cool," was all he said, muttering as well
But then Frankie continued. Saying that he was nothing, that Veronica wanted him sweeping floors. Gabriel swallowed hard again, shaking his head just a tiny bit as he kept his eyes on the food. His brothers tone scared him. Like, really scared him. He felt like if he said one thing a little wrong that Frankie would blow up at him. Gabriel didn't take well to being yelled at.
Then, without him even saying anything, the words came that Gabriel was afraid of. He winced a tad when his brother stood, but kept his gaze at the food for a moment longer. Then, when he said their parents were 'soft', Gabriel turned back to Frankie quickly. That look on his brothers face... the way he said Gabriel could be whatever he wanted... Gabriel felt a lump in his throat, and he furrowed his brows. "Am I... do you want me to apologize for that?" his voice was low too, almost harsh.
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Oct 1, 2019 6:15:47 GMT -7
Post by Galen Francis Ollivander on Oct 1, 2019 6:15:47 GMT -7
THE EXPRESSION OF NEUTRALITY ON GABRIEL'S face was one Frankie had seen before. Someone who didn't know how to react, who didn't understand where he was coming from. That well of bitter resentment and feelings of inadequacy. How else was a squib meant to feel among so many extraordinary wizards?
He was standing by this point, his shadow looming over Gabriel's small, dancers frame. He wasn't big and bulky like Frankie, and he looked so terribly young in the shade. But, there was a harshness in his eyes, something distinctly Ollivander as he stared at Frankie. It was a heat he hadn't seen from him before, hadn't thought the kid was capable of.
"No." He said simply, his lips coming together in to a thoughtful purse. "I don't need your pity, mate." And then he reached up and scrubbed the back of his damp, curling hair. "I just know they don't always tell it like it is." He shrugged, pasting on his fakest smile as he turned towards the door. Leaving Gabriel and his firm expression behind with the curling smell of cigarette smoke.
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