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[Ondina Nell Weasley]

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THE COMPLEX OF FLATS LOOKED EVEN DINGIER than they had in the photographs. The front worn and drab, the muggle cars all old and dinged from days parked on a busy city street. The streets smelled like piss and bin juice. It was, to put it quite mildly, atrocious. Ondina cursed her sister's poor taste all the way to her door, the front look easily manipulated so that any old hag could enter should they tug the mechanism hard enough. Ondina hadn't even needed to take out her wand!

The elevator chugged dangerously, and Ondina thought it probably broke quite often. It didn't look very safe and she kept her wand in the sleeve of her coat as she was lifted to her sister's floor. It smelled like damp. She felt dirty even breathing the tainted air, pressing her lips firmly together so that her lipstick wrinkled. It was a terribly drab day in general, which matched Ondina's mood as it swan dived. Her door was old and wooden, no personalising knocker to ask 'who goes there!'. Just a brass handle and a broken doorbell. She was glad of her leather gloves then as she lifted her hand and knocked angrily on the wood.

Ondina waited five whole seconds before her mind conjured a simple spell that undid the lock and allowed her to open the door, only to encounter the pesky chain. It rattled as she pushed at the door. "Hey!" She yelled through the gap, utterly offended at its imposition. "Why do you have the chain on?!" Ondina whined through the door, knowing full well her sister was inside. She'd seen it parked in the parking bay when she'd let herself in to the building. "Harper open the door right this second!" She demanded, very nearly stomping her foot. She was just lifting her wand to undo the thing herself when she heard movement on the other side. 

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Harper absolutely adored the apartment she had chosen a few months prior. Could the building itself have been a bit nicer? Sure. Virtually any apartment building in London was going to look like that, despite the exorbitant price she was paying out for rent each month. But the place was hers and hers alone, and she could do whatever she pleased now. The honeymoon phase of living alone had yet to wear off in that time, and while there were points where it was excruciatingly quiet and, quite frankly, a tad bit lonely, there were more times where she was able to listen to music at full volume without an enraged Ondina trying to break down her bedroom door or could cook at odd hours without wondering curiosity at how late she had been out the night prior by her parents. None of those things mattered anymore, because as long as she went to work and paid the bills on time, there weren’t any issues to think of. And she didn’t have to deal with Ondina’s daily sniveling anymore either. For the first time in her life too. That was a true game changer. Harper could only describe the sensation of not seeing her sister as pure bliss. The grating, scratchiness of Ondina’s voice was all but gone from her life. She felt like she could finally breathe - the irony of Ondina being the one that suffocated everyone around her was not lost on Harper.

And then there was the Frankie thing. She still didn’t know how to describe that, if there were even any words to describe it in the first place. Labeling things that were fun tended to ruin them, in her opinion, and her time spent with him thus far had been coupled in with that breath of clarity that had arrived with her departure from her parents’ house. Lately, he had been prone to staying over, and this morning was no different.

The real difference though, was the sudden pounding on her apartment door. It wasn’t even nine o’clock yet! Harper’s brow furrowed as she headed towards the front of her flat, seeing the door already opened, only restrained by the measly metal chain that was always latched tightly at night. She didn’t even need to guess who it was, because she could practically feel the raspy words of Ondina floating towards her before her sister started barking at her from the other side of the door. “Merlin, quiet down Ondina,” she hissed back at her sister as her feet pounded closer towards the front. Ondina had her wand out too, and that immediately irked Harper, the older Weasley girl knowing full well that her sister had just magically unlocked the door to try and gain entry. In a muggle apartment building, of all places.

“Hold on.” She pulled the door back in, immediately popping the chain off and letting it swing open all the way so Ondina could enter. She had half the mind to close it on her, and lock it again, but a tantrum of that level in the hallway wasn’t really something she wanted right now. If there was going to be yelling, which had a habit of being Ondina’s normal way of conversing, it was better to have that going on in the apartment since she had an anti-noise charm cast on the place.

Speaking of, this was the first time Ondina had even been to her apartment, and Harper had been quite content with her sister avoiding it thus far. Harper didn’t budge out of the front hallway, crossing her arms in front of her as she closed the door. “Is something wrong? I’ve never taken you for the type to like doing house calls on weekend mornings.” A sound from deeper in the apartment caused Harper’s eyes to flick towards it, before training back in on her sister. She had completely forgotten Frankie was still there. Her jaw clenched as she stepped back in front of Ondina, hoping her sister hadn’t noticed the noise as well.

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[Galen Francis Ollivander]

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THE HIGH PITCHED SOUND OF SOMEONE'S screeching voice woke Frankie. He rolled in the large, comfortable bed and spread out a hand, his eyes stuck together unpleasantly. He'd worked a late one the night before and he'd drank a good few fingers of whiskey to recover. It also helped infuse him with enough confidence to knock on Harper's door. She'd let him in, thankfully. In fact, if he thought about it, she'd never turned him away. He grunted in to a soft, sweet smelling pillow and opened his eyes, the light stinging but the voice demanding attention.

"Harper?" He groaned hoarsely, but she was gone from her side of the bed. He saw just the tail end of her housecoat disappearing around the doorway and sat up. He wore nothing but his underwear, his skin cold and itchy from disturbed sleep. But, that wasn't the issue. Someone had come through Harper's door. He could hear the sound of her voice, a deeply grating and high pitched noise. Like a siren going off. Frankie swung his legs around the side of the bed, still have asleep as she squinted at the noise. She was berating Harper, whoever she was, and Harper did not sound pleased to see her.

With a well of doom opening inside of him, Frankie retrieved his shirt from the floor and threw it on, misbuttoning it up as he used his feet to flick his trousers in to his hands. He was not going to be caught half naked in Harper's bedroom. For all he knew, that her blood mother out there. God, he hoped not. Nobody deserved a mother with a voice like that. He'd have to confront it eventually, but a part of him hoped he'd be forgotten. If they'd been on the ground floor he might have risked climbing out of the window.

And then Frankie tripped over one of his battered trainers and cursed. An awful silence befell the hallway and Frankie realised he'd revealed himself. He held his shoes in his arms and shouldered the doorway open, poking his head out warily. "Do you have somebody here?!" The voice exclaimed, and Frankie caught an eyeful of bloody red hair, so shiny it looked artificial, and a pale, furious face over Harper's shoulder. She bore holes in to his face and Frankie felt a stab of familiarity. "You know she's the bird who flattened your tyres, right?" Frankie said with a scrunched expression, eyeing Harper carefully. And then a bomb went off behind the other girls face and she opened her mouth. Frankie leaned back against the frame and laughed drily. "F*cksake, that's your sister..?" He was adding fuel to the fire. 

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[Ondina Nell Weasley]

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SEEING HARPER SO UNKEMPT SOURED ON HER face, her eyes roaming from foot to face as she barged through the door before it was even fully open. Her wand was still in hand, but she slipped it up her sleeve deftly and stared openly at her sister, as if she'd done something so terribly offence by simply standing there. "What took you so long?" She was asking fiercely, her eyes scanning over her shoulder and down the hallway. It didn't look particularly special - Ondina didn't quite understand the draw of it. It was so small.

"This is not a house call," Ondina snorted, crossing her arms and making a point of splaying her left hand over her bicep, a smug rasp to her voice. "I don't work for you, honey." Ondina didn't really work for anybody but herself. She'd simply been curious, and she had some pressing news to force upon her sibling. "Haven't you read the paper?" Her head tilted, a spill of red curls swinging off her shoulder, brassy against the plain, pale walls. And then there was a thump and a curse from the doorway just behind Harper. Ondina's body stiffened, her eyes piercing her sister and then the doorway, which was just a fraction open.

"Do you have somebody here?!" Ondina asked, scandalised as she took a very purposeful step forward, her arms uncrossing to reach over and shove her sister out of the way. But, the door opened on its own, unapologetic as a face appeared around the frame. Ondina reared back, hand against her chest as she gasped. Nothing had ever stunned Ondina in to a silence quite like this, she felt the shock of it rattle in her chest. And then it opened its mouth, feral and unkempt, a lock of greasy hair marring a wrinkled forehead.

"Harper!" was all Ondina could muster at first, the accent as unclean as the body as they pulled themselves through the frame and lounged there half dressed, his shirt buttoned incorrectly. He might have been handsome, but all Ondina saw was a dirty mark against the badly painted walls. Her sister was sleeping around? Surely not! The accusation didn't matter, Ondina had flattened her sisters tyres and it hadn't been the worst thing she'd done either.

"Is this what 'independence' has cost you?" Ondina asked tersely, tearing her eyes from the man and placing her full attention back on her sister, judgement plain on her face. "I know you're having a hard time, sweetie," She said, her tone sugared with condescension, "But there are groups for this sort of thing..." She leaned in conspiratorially, "Counselling." The ring, a large silver band and twinkling emerald, was big and gaudy on her finger as she brandished her hand like a weapon, motioning at the man as if he were a stain on the woodwork. "This is just... embarrassing."

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She shouldn’t have answered the door. Mentally kicking herself the second Ondina stepped through the threshold and into the hallway, Harper felt the years of her sister’s verbal abuse come slicing back through her. A few months free of it had done absolutely nothing, aside from making her realize how terrible Ondina truly was (which she should have taken note of years ago). Responding to why it ‘took her so long’ to answer the door wasn’t exactly necessary, because Ondina’s commanding question wasn’t meant to be answered in the first place. She only wanted Harper to blubber about it being the weekend and that she hadn’t heard it at first and blah blah blah. Harper was done groveling at her sister’s feet, always asking for forgiveness. That was one of her new self-imposed rules she had created upon moving out.

“Well, you came calling and you’re in my house, so I’d say it’s one,” Harper snapped back. She could feel a bit of heat find its way to her cheeks. Having Ondina rain her condescendence down on her first thing in the morning was bound to make the Weasley fieriness rear its ugly head. If Ondina had wanted a cup of tea and to catch up, which never would have happened in the first place, or had something to say other than to come and criticize her because she felt like it, then maybe Harper could have restrained herself. “No,” she said, keeping her answer about the paper short. She had just gotten out of bed, but Ondina already knew that just by looking at her. The knotted mess of red hair and oversized jumper going down to her knees definitely didn’t scream going out to brunch.

And then the worst possible thing that could happen, happened. The loud thump and swear hissed out from Frankie in her bedroom made her face drain of all its color, probably coming close in pallor to Ondina’s on a good day. Her sister’s hawkish ears had caught it as well, though it didn’t really matter since Frankie came bounding out of the bedroom without any coaxing. She had almost forgotten about the motorcycle tire incident, and here it was once again full-circle. Fate was a son-of-a-bitch like that.

Harper’s jaw clenched itself tightly as she refused to let herself fall victim to Ondina’s taunts. It was her same old trick – push the boundaries, insult everyone or anything that mattered to Harper, and then play it off like she was the one being attacked all along. The only difference this time was that they weren’t in their parents’ house anymore, which meant Ondina had lost one of her strongest defenses. And that also meant slinging threats back at her younger sister wouldn’t be met with any opposition. First came taking all of the taunts and insults though, and today they were rather weak. Harper had no idea what sort of counseling her sister was referring to, or what sort of a ‘hard time’ she was having (maybe in Ondina’s world, being anyone other than Ondina meat having a tough life). Taking a deep breath and letting it back out, her whole body shuddered as it tried to shake the nerves of anger that were trying to bust out of her. She had to be the bigger person, especially with Frankie there. “Ondina, this is Frankie. Ollivander,” she explained, making sure to emphasize his last name. That, for once, would probably mean something to Ondina. Maybe.

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[Galen Francis Ollivander]

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SLOUCHED AGAINST THE FRAME OF THE DOOR Frankie had come through, he regarded the red-headed dragon something close to humour at first. How he had not in the least expected to run in to her. How Harper seemed at once unsurprised and unfazed by Frankie's keen reminder. Of course it had been her mental sister, because she had mentioned family and how complicated it could be. But failed to mention just how complicated. Somehow, it made Frankie feel a bit better about himself.

Frankie snorted, silent bar his growing stare of condescension as she spoke of him like he wasn't even there. Like he was unseemly stain on the woodwork. Frankie had been spoken to like that for most of his life, the little twerp was not special and her jibes were as impersonal as they were weak. He'd met plenty of entitled assholes in his life, she didn't even make his top ten yet. But, then Harper threw his last name at her like a grenade and for a moment Frankie's dropped its carefully maintained aloofness. For a moment, he hated Harper for name-dropping him. For using his useless family like a dagger. He rushed to patch the wound.

"It's nice to meet you properly this time," Frankie drawled, his arms crossed, as he struggled not to shoot a glare at Harper for her slip. "I like your wand." He noted the tip, which was braced just up her sleeve, the wood dark like old blood. A little warped, with the tip sharp like a blade. "You sharpen it yourself?" He dipped his chin, his tongue darting across a silver smile. "Or, do you just do that to your shoes?" And then he grinned, and Frankie thought she might fly across the room at him. 

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[Ondina Nell Weasley]

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THE DEFIANCE IN HARPER'S TONE WOULD HAVE shocked Ondina, if she hadn't been already. But, it was somewhat unexpected and Ondina lifted her hand, palm up with a shake of her head, dismissing her sister's sharp reply as soon as it came upon her. That wasn't what was on her mind. No, it was her sister's shifty demeanour and the sudden crash coming from what Ondina assumed was her bedroom. What dirty dealings had her sister fallen in to in her independence? Ondina had very low expectations, Harper had always reeked of vanilla when it came to flavour.

The man's appearance was as unwanted as it was shocking. Derailing any plan Ondina had had about confronting her sister and bragging about her news. He was apparently unfazed by his interruption, lazily lounging against the walls as if he owned the place. And perhaps he did, Ondina doubted her sister would have the balls to tell her if that were the case. He drawled stupidly, his twanging, unrefined cockney accent like blades pushed in to her inner ears. Her expression scrunched, nostrils flaring as she felt her hands curl in anger.

"I won't say the same," Ondina snipped, rearing her head back in dissatisfaction, though his last name was notable enough to give her pause. Ollivander were traditional wand-makers, with a wooden stick placed firmly up each of their backsides at birth. But, they had wealth and standing and, "There is no Frankie Ollivander." Ondina scoffed, shaking her head and giving her sister a derisive look as if she'd been duped by the dumbest loser of her life, but Ondina's eyes flickered back to the scruffy fellow and the pieces fell firmly in to place. Gossip was a horse Ondina often rode upon, and she knew this one particularly well. The scandal even.

"Wait... you don't mean... Galen Ollivander, do you?" Ondina's head tipped back suddenly and she laughed heartily, her red hair tipping down her back, throat jerking as she very nearly cackled. She was dizzy when she tipped her head forward again, but her face was alight with a cruel mirth. "You mean the disgraced squib heir?" It made sense when Ondina said it allowed, and she looked at him, expecting some kind of wound upon his person but his expression was terribly blank. A moment before he had been poking fun at her wand and her shoes, and now he was silent, thinking... "Aren't you, like, forty?" Ondina smirked, her hip cocked as she crossed her arms, feeling control side with her for just a moment. 

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She felt stupid for thinking Ondina had stopped by for anything other than to get her fix of harassment in. It was her sister’s addiction and drug of choice, barking like the mad, wounded animal she was until she could barely breathe, and then go on screaming her head off until she passed out or got her medicine so she could start in on it again. The nagging voices and insecurities that had finally gotten the best of Harper and driven her out of their parents’ home were resurfacing again, as if they were floating right beneath the surface, waiting for Ondina to come stomping back in like the rampaging dinosaur she was so they could dig their claws in again. This was an inevitability, as most things with Ondina were, but she should have known better to think nothing of the problems her sister consistently posed in her life. Stuffing the issues away in a box just to have them come bursting out like a jack-in-the-box every couple of months wasn’t the way to keep going. Sure, it was better than living at home and fearing it every day, but this was just as bad because it had been bottled up for months.

Frankie was giving Ondina what she wanted though, ammunition to have thrown right back in both of their faces. It would have been better if he had stayed in the bedroom and kept to himself until she could have shooed her annoying little sister away. Now they were going to have to throw her out kicking and screaming, and whatever else Ondina liked to do to pitch a fit. Harper even briefly contemplated calling in their mother for back-up, mostly to cover her ass in case something did happen. But then she would have to answer a million questions about Frankie, and that idea was shot down in her head before it even had a chance.

It seemed like Frankie’s identity meant nothing to her sister though, and Ondina simply went into another tirade about him being a squib, and how Frankie wasn’t his real first name, and then ended with questioning his age. Which she knew better than anyone didn’t matter. Their own parents sported a twelve year difference, and anyone would have told their mother that she was absolutely insane to marry a dragonologist back then. “And?” Harper asked as she stepped closer to her sister. “If you only came here to try and belittle me, us, then you can leave. Go on, shoo,” Harper waved her hands at Ondina as she stepped closer to her, trying to get her to back up towards the door again. “You’re not welcome here anymore, Ondina. I was willing to give you a chance for a minute there, but you can leave. I don’t care if you go home and start blabbering to mum and dad about Frankie. Do it. Go on. I’m tired of dealing with your immaturity.” Her voice had raised itself, though not quite to a commanding yell yet, as the sound of her adrenaline fused heartbeat rang louder in her ears. Trying to placate Ondina was exhausting and she wasn’t going to do it in her own home now. That was the whole point getting this place to begin with.

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[Galen Francis Ollivander]

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THE SOUND OF THE REDHEAD'S VOICE WAS LIKE a piercing siren that just wouldn't go off. Frankie cringed at every lifted octave, unable to reconcile this shrill ghost with Harper, who was soft and warm like a sunbeam. They were polar opposites and he half expected her to shrivel under her sisters scathing revelations. Frankie certainly cringed, his body revolting from the chill and shame of her remarks. Yes, he was the disgraced Ollivander son. Now Harper knew for sure. But, she didn't even turn to look at him. She didn't back down either. Her spin straightened, her shoulders lifting in defence and instead of backing off she marched forward.

It was like watching two predators square up. Frankie was fascinated. Unable to defend his own honour, because he had none, but unwilling to turn away either. This was not Harper's first fight with this girl, and she looked much older, her voice stiff and resolute. But, it was like yelling at an open flame. Frankie stepped forward, his hand almost reaching for her shoulder to steady her, to do something other than let her get burned under the fury in Ondina's eyes. "You heard her," He said with a smug lift of his brow. "Get the fuck out of her house." 

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[Ondina Nell Weasley]

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FOR A MOMENT, ONDINA FELT TRIUMPH AND EGO overtake her. 'Frankie' Ollivander was no better than a muggle tramp on the street. She had won this, she felt sure of it. Her sister would surely shrink in shame. Except, she did not. In fact, she stepped close enough to her that she could feel her sharp breath. Ondina reared back in disgust, a hand coming up to stop her from coming any further. She could make her point from a safer distance than that. Especially if she was hanging around squibs.

"I didn't know I was under review." She snapped, crossing her arms and regarding her sister was a renewed offence and anger. "First, you leave mum and dad in the dirt for your awful, derelict flat." And her hand gestured to the inconsequential ghost behind her, "Now you're fucking the local wizarding reject?" She hacked a condescending laugh, head rolling back. She wouldn't be dismissed without leaving at least a bad taste in her sister's mouth. "This is the lowest, most pathetic rebellion I've ever seen." And then her gaze turned and her glare could have seared him to the ground, but he didn't move. Terribly apathetic or just hungover, Ondina didn't care enough to tell. "And what's this, a mid-life crisis, old man?"

If Ondina was a better person, she might have been genuinely concerned for her sister. The older, rougher looking squib could have been taking advantage of her sister out on her own. But, instead, Ondina was more concerned about how it looked. How weak and wrong they appeared standing together. Like a twisted family portrait, his hand curling around her shoulder, Ondina almost sent a blazing fire burn it off. It simmered in her vision, a hungry flame high in her reddened cheeks and chest. She was not about to be thrown out without a fight.

"I came here to tell you I'm getting married," Ondina said, her nostrils flaring, words like bullets. The ring suddenly appearing far larger and harder to ignore than it had been before. "But, you're so involved in your twisted little life that you didn't even give me a chance." This was, of course, a completely false statement. Ondina often talked her way in to vicious corners, but she was never to blame. That wouldn't look good in her retelling. "And just wait until I tell the Ollivander's about their awful son taking advantage of my poor, directionless sister." Her eyes skated over Galen and left him again, as if she didn't care to even look him in the face. "Then you really will be a bum." She smiled, white teeth flashing as the door swung open behind her at her mere thought.

"And it's not a house," Ondina snorted, turning on her heels. "It's barely a box on top of a box." Spit flew as she fumed, and as she stormed from the flat, the door slamming shut behind her, the floor and walls where she had stood caught fire. Ondina turned towards the closed door and her expression was flat and dangerous as she heard the rush of it sparking, the walls turning crisp behind her eyes as magic made her skin tingle and itch. She really was getting better at unspoken magic. Especially the destructive kind. Her fingers smoked as she walked away, breath like char as she took the first flight down via the stairs and had to stop, breathless and light-headed. How she hated her sister, despised her. Nobody could simply leave Ondina. She simply wouldn't allow it.

[END ONDINA]

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Like hundreds of other times over the years, Harper was unsure of how she refrained from slapping her sister across the face when she started getting like this. Even when they were little, she never lashed out. Ondina was the one to be pitied and protected. That was the rule that had been ingrained in her from the very start. Who knew that all those years of conditioning would come back to bite her now, of all times? If she had stayed at home, there would have been scars from her nails digging into in her palms from restraining herself. That and a horrible headache twenty-four seven. There were plenty of things Harper missed about living at home, Ondina was not one of them, and this was just another ugly reminder about why that was. She even felt stupid for worrying about something being wrong a few minutes earlier. She knew better.

Harper’s jaw was most likely going to be cemented in place by the end of their ‘conversation’, gritting her teeth through the onslaught of insults her sister was throwing at both her and Frankie. His hand gripping her shoulder was reassuring but only added more fuel to Ondina’s fire. She wished she could have warned him about that ahead of time. If he had just stayed inside the bedroom, none of this would have exploded the way it did. Or maybe it would have. Trying to rationally think about what Ondina would do was silly, and Harper knew that too. Her absence from home had made her weak again, and she hated that.

Before continuing with her tirade, a glint of stone on Ondina’s finger was suddenly shoved into Harper’s vision. Her mouth fell open in disbelief as she said she was getting married. Ondina getting married was the last thing in the world that made sense. There was no logic to it, unless it was entirely motivated money. That was it. Harper couldn’t think of anything else, but was also too stunned to call it out as a bluff. She didn’t know if it was or not – that was the killing blow for Harper, and she couldn’t even find the words to defend herself or Frankie anymore. Everything else her sister spouted out as she slammed the door behind her was muffled by the word ‘marriage’ still blasting around Harper’s head.

By the time she registered that it was quiet in her apartment again, she pulled herself away from Frankie’s hold and ripped her apartment door open, now realizing that she wanted to have the last word. The carpet and walls that were on fire in the hallway stopped her from doing so though, and Harper let out a few expletives as she whipped her wand out to snuff it out. A cloud of black smoke still hovered in the air as she coughed out charms to repair the damage Ondina undoubtedly left in her tantrum’s wake.

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“Who the fuck is stupid enough to marry her?” Harper yelled for what had to be the hundredth time in the last hour, her constant pacing back and forth enough to show a worn down path on the carpet in her living room. This whole thing infuriated her much more than lighting the hallway outside on fire. That made sense for Ondina. Getting married did not. She was desperate to know the details about the marriage: who was it? Why would they put themselves through that? What dirt did she have on them? Harper wasn’t even sure if their parents knew yet, and she was in the process of pulling her phone out of her pocket to give them a ring. “They have to know right? There’s no way she goes home every night and hides a ring that freaking big from our parents. She’s the type that wants everybody to know.”

Her fingers tapped the unlock screen and she started to go towards her most recent calls. She called her mum first, right to voicemail, and her dad’s rang and rang and rang, which meant he was on the phone with grandma. It would be hours before that call would end. Looking back at Frankie defeated, Harper raised her hands in the air. “What do I do?"

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THE HEAT OF THE FIRE WAS BARELY MATCHED with the searing hatred between the sour looking red-head and Harper. Frankie jerked back in surprise, a hacking laugh catching in his throat as he thought of a very human solution. Turning as if to fetch a pail of water, but by the time he'd taken a step towards the kitchen Harper had used her wand the quench the flames. It was probably one of the few times Frankie was glad of magic. Though, it was kind of emasculating. Harper's shrill yell bouncing off the walls and following Ondina down the stairwell.

Frankie couldn't help but laugh again, he knew all too well the trials of a dysfunctional family. "I hope he's deaf, for his sake." Frankie sighed, his voice quiet in comparison. Harper's whole frame vibrating with tension. He approached slowly, his large hand enveloping one shoulder as he rubbed his thumb soothingly against her shoulder blade. In an attempt to stop her from barging down the stairs after her sister. The chemical smell of melting paint and charred wood stinging his eyes. "She probably wanted you to know first," Frankie shrugged, thinking of his own family. "She looks the spiteful type."

Watching over her shoulder, he saw the quick scroll of names in her contacts before she began ringing, his cheeks drawing in awkwardly. He couldn't tell her how to handle this, but he wanted to stop her any way. Eventually, the sound of an endless ring made her sag with defeat. He slowly reached for the mobile and plucked it from her hands, dropping it on the ground behind her.

"You don't react." He told her simply, pressing his lips together. "She probably wants you to do something irrational." The way he often was with Ronnie, trying vainly to break through her stern composure. "So don't." He folded her in to an embrace. "I can repaint that wall, if you want." He offered, massaging the base of her neck comfortingly. "It's not news, Harper." He let her go. "Act like you don't care." 

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Ondina, the spiteful type? Harper scoffed louder and harder than she probably ever had before. Now Frankie knew first-hand what she meant. Her sister was an actual lunatic, and while Harper already knew that, this actually cemented that the younger Weasley had lost all touch with reality. Brandishing a giant gemstone as a weapon to make a sibling jealous was one thing, but going out of her way to light the apartment and hallway on fire? That was arson, plain and simple. It didn’t matter that Harper put it out with a wave of her wand. The act had been committed and if muggles had witnessed either of them performing magic all hell would break loose. She had just gotten her new job at the Ministry too. Saying goodbye to that would set the entire magical community back by a decade, because nobody was as passionate as she was in her department. And Ondina knew that too.

As she tried calling her parents, Frankie had pulled her in, saying that she probably wanted this sort of reaction, and he wasn’t wrong. She wanted her to tattle to their parents, tell them all about how poor, weak Ondina lit her apartment on fire. Surely her sister would twist the events around to suit her version of the story better too. While their parents weren’t idiots, they cared more about their dragons these days than dealing with their adult children’s squabbling. There was no way they were completely blind to Ondina’s tantrums and volatility either. She didn’t exactly hide it anymore. “The wall is fine,” she mumbled into his shoulder. Another wave of her wand later would clean it up nicely. “I hate the color anyways. I've been meaning to change it anyways.”

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n o t h i n g.

MAGICAL SOLUTIONS DIDN'T NATURALLY OCCUR to Frankie. He hadn't considered a wand to repaint the wall. In fact, he was quite willing to spend the day doing it by hand. He felt partly to blame for the whole argument. As if maybe he had made it all the worse by being there. Clearly Ondina Weasley didn't think highly of squibs.

"I could paint it for you." Frankie said, pulling her closer to him and dipping his chin to catch her eye, his hand coming up to palm the back of her neck in comfort. "Used to work with a pretty decent painter and decorator in uni." Frankie had done a bit of everything while studying. For money and to simply keep himself busy. He'd always been seeking fulfilment. He'd yet to find it.

"I mean, magic is faster but painting is more fun." He teased her, his scruffy face creasing at the cheeks as he lifted his brows in question. "C'mon, stop being so lazy and let's paint your stupid hall." Pulling away, Frankie hoped that some of that misery had eased, but he couldn't tell. Harper had big doe eyes that looked sad quite easily. Something about the feathery, cartoon lashes she had, he reckoned. 

Ondina Nell Weasley  
we could wrap this up?

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Frankie insisted that they paint the hallway the normal way, and as he repeated it again and again, Harper realized that it did sound more fun than doing it the quick way. She knew better than relying too much on magic, and while her whole job was testing and putting charms on normal items to make them function in magical areas, or with magical intent, she still had her love for all things muggle and non-magical. That’s why she had the motorcycle. Getting frustrated by Ondina’s lashing out had made her forget that briefly. The quick fix to her sister’s rapid actions seemed the easiest to do, but Frankie had a point about doing it all manually.

“Okay,” she responded finally, trying to sound more cheerful, despite looking at the blackened hallway wall again. She didn’t even know if that would come off or be covered by a coat of paint. Seeing as it was caused by magic, she’d probably still have to zap it away with her own set of spells. “Since you’re the expert, we can do it that way,” Harper gave in, but still pulled her wand out and pointed it at the wall. “Just let me clean the fire damage up. Then we can go get the stuff to paint it.” A few minutes later and a number of successful spells, and the torched marks were seemingly invisible and what remained of them could easily be painted over without anyone noticing. She gave Frankie a nod to show she was ready to go, heading towards the front door to go out.

[THE END]

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