The Nightingale

29.Gryffindor.Pureblood

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Immediately, Apollo’s eyes narrowed into slits at the snarky remark from the other. He was a lot things but an uptight twat…well, okay. Maybe the insult wasn’t that far off. He was definitely uptight and probably a twat 60% of the time. 100% of the time when a Davenport was involved. Something about that family got under his skin. He wasn’t entirely sure why. Maybe because it seemed the Davenport children were free of restraints and able to be themselves even if they were bloody annoying. Oliver was, much to Apollo’s dismay, was a bubble of happy energy that Apollo wished he had inside of him. Or maybe he really despised the Davenports because their father was dead and his father was alive.

“I don’t remember asking for your help,” He muttered bitterly under his breath. The last thing he wanted was to owe Orion a favor but on the other hand he needed his jacket back. He watched as Orion walked past him and into the alleyway. Apollo stood stubbornly there with his foot tapping against the ground and he felt the heavy decision weighing on his shoulders. Go home without the jacket or let Orion help him. “Fuck,” He muttered under his breath before he followed after the Gryffindor, the feeling of regret following him.

“Do you think I’m going to go around advertising that I willingly spent time with you?” He set his books down on the ground before entering the tight space of the alleyway. He saw the look Orion shot him and Apollo wondered exactly how the fellow Gryffindor was going to get both of them into the store. From the limited knowledge he had of the Davenports, he knew that their father had been a well known Auror. Two older brothers had followed in his footsteps. Clearly Orion knew some tricks of the trade that would allow them to enter into a store undetected.

Questions. Apollo nervously chewed on the inside of his cheek. This was what he hated most about being around people especially when one of his secrets were involved. But over the years, Apollo learned how to dance around these types of questions. “Don’t worry about it,” He spat out as he watched Davenport check the windows. He should have thought about that long before Orion showed up. “I’m  only taking what’s mine.” The windows were a no go and Apollo let out a heavy sigh which was followed by a harsh snort at the mention of black market shit and their fellow Gryffindor, Jack Barrett. It was true that he was well known for dealing in all sorts of things but Apollo was a natural at distrust and even if he admitted to owning anything dark magic or black market, he wouldn’t get it from a fellow student here. Well, except for the one blonde Ravenclaw he did happen to trust. “I don’t like dealing with amateurs,” Apollo replied and left it at that. Let Orion think whatever the hell he wants.

Each window that didn’t open sent a wave of dread through Apollo’s body and decreased his  hope for getting his jacket back that night. Cassio was going to kill him if he didn’t get that potion back in his possession. And on top of that, he’d probably stop supplying Apollo with any. After being on the potion for weeks, he couldn’t imagine a life without it. It truly was helping him cope with everything that had happened. It allowed him to be more open with Isaac. It helped him fight back the anger he felt at his father for the unbreakable he was forced to make. Not having it…

His head snapped in Orion’s direction and Apollo realized that he was talking to him. “What?” He asked, head tilted to the side. Oh. Right. “Yeah..I’ll go…check.” He walked along the building but saw nothing. Until almost the very end. Apollo bent down to examine the window. He pulled at it and easily it opened. Instant relief washed over him and Apollo grinned. He was going to get his jacket back. He was going to get Cassio’s potion back and then he could dump Orion’s sorry arse and get a drink. 

Apollo pulled out his wand and pointed it at the cracked window. “Evanesco!”  He muttered and watched as the entire window vanished before him. His gaze shifted from the now open space to Orion and then back again. This was his shot. He didn’t hesitate and he definitely didn’t wait for Orion. It was better for him to do this alone anyways. Without warning, Apollo slid his feet through the window and vanished inside of the store.

Though Apollo was younger than Orion he’d often reminded him of Otto. It had to be a first born thing. At least that was the logic he was going to go with. And don’t even get him started on the war between the walls. Half of the time Orion only practiced in the dorm to piss Apollo off. Whatever the hell Apollo got into or didn’t. It was hard telling and it didn’t help they seemed to keep the same hours. Clearly neither of them were very good at wrestling their demons. 

Orion peered up at the roof while the other checked the windows. If he had to they could try that. He’d really hoped that wasn’t the case. Last thing he needed was to raise a ruckus and bring attention to himself. Oliver was already suspicious and he wasn’t exactly sure how long he could fend off the rest of the family from finding out why he was here. Orion swallowed hard, his chest feeling a little tight at the thought of the their reactions. More so of Oliver’s and their sister’s. He was meant to be a big brother, someone to be modeled after and clearly he’d failed in that respect. But to fail them like that? He wasn’t sure he would survive the embarrassment of it. It was hard enough seeing that look in his mother’s eye. 

Yep. Just like Otto. Orion shook his head and sighed a lot louder than he’d intended to. If he thought for a second that he wasn’t going in with him, he was severely mistaken. Not to mention that he’d helped him get that far. A small part of him was curious to see what was so damn important that he’d have that sort of reaction. Surely it couldn’t have been money. He knew the Maddox family was far from hurting as his own had been. So what is it? Without a second thought Orion got down to his hands and knees, surveying the immediate inside of the building. “Bleedin’ tosser.” He muttered and proceeded in the very same way Apollo had. 

He couldn’t make Apollo out in the darkness which only caused him to grow more annoyed. “You’d better hurry the hell up. Not getting caught out here for you.” He knew damn well he was going to have to help him back out of there. But a part of him was enjoying that thrill too. While they didn’t always see eye to eye, doubt they ever would, it didn’t hurt to have a moment and for once it wasn’t Oliver giving him a hard time. 

Orion pushed up from the ground and took to leaning in against the wall. The less conspicuous the better. Though he wasn’t exactly sure what someone would think if they’d see him this far down the lane. Whatever. 

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Alex nodded quickly, “I’m fine, the coffee had gotten cold already, so no burns.” She said, looking down at her damp clothing and book. “That would be amazing,” she said, patting at her pockets, “I seem to have forgotten my wand at school on accident.” In her mind, Alex scolded herself, how stupid could she be to have forgotten her wand. 

Orion felt terrible. In hindsight, there was really nothing he could have done to prevent that. Not really anyway. With a simple nod of his head he’d had a hold of his wand and aimed the tip to her. His voice was soft as he’d muttered a simple cleaning spell and cast on the young woman before him. The drops of coffee pulled themselves from her clothing and what he’d assumed, left the material dry as it had been just a few moments ago. 

Once he was satisfied he’d gotten all of it, Orion tucked his wand back. A mildly embarrassed but genuine smile tugged at his lips. “Could I buy you another to make up for it?” He inquired, stepping back towards the seat opposite her. “It’s a crime to drink a once warm coffee alone anyway.”

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Chace Crawford. 

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Tonight was a good night to be at Champ Tower, which basically just meant that there wouldn’t be a lot of couples hanging about. When Ria entered the viewing deck, she didn’t need to glance around the place to know that the place wouldn’t be full of couples. An unfortunate hazard that comes with being at Champ Tower a lot is getting familiar with the dating schedules of couples who frequent the place. Just because it wasn’t in the interests of anyone visiting the Tower to be a third wheel to multiple couples. On the way to her usual spot, she did see a pair that could be a couple. But that’s okay. It couldn’t be helped, she guessed. With the Champ Tower being one of the student’s favorite dating sites, there was bound to be a couple or two going on their first date that she couldn’t have accounted for.

It’s not like Ria didn’t want couples to watch the stars or be there at Champ Tower. Far from it. Ria genuinely believe that if a lot of more people took a few minutes of their day looking at the star-studded blanket that covers the world every night, then the world would be a lot better place. And it wasn’t also like she didn’t believe that stargazing can be a social event. Part of the fun of stargazing is having someone with whom you can have conversations and share discoveries. But for tonight at least, she wanted to be alone. When she finally reached her usual spot hidden from other people in the tower and yet had an amazing view of the night sky, she laid down her mat, made herself comfortable, and brought out a notebook and a pen to jot down things she’ll see and to the sketch constellations.

Ria had a ritual before usually begins stargazing. After setting up, she would then bring out a bag of snacks and two bottles of milk tea which she would then spell to be ice cold. That way, she could sit for hours under the stars, without having to leave her spot. But as she reached into her bag, she only felt one bottle. “Shit,” she muttered under her breath. That’s right, she thought, I was supposed to buy another one. She forgot that she was supposed to pass by The Magic Neep before heading towards the Champ Tower. Now she’s glad that the Tower wasn’t completely empty. She looked for another person around who wasn’t with anyone. “Excuse me - Hello. Uhm … Can I ask for a teensy-tiny favor? Could you watch my things for a just a quick minute? I … Uh … forgot to get something.”

This wouldn’t have been his first pick for a meet-up. But when you were trying to find something that complimented your work, you’d pretty much agree to anything. Of course Orion wasn’t holding his breath on this particular run in. Not all the leads he came across would or could turn out as well as Erik had. That was pure luck but he still had to try. If he were being perfectly honest, here at university without all of the threats he’d set himself into when he was out on his own, it was actually rather nice. The Lion leaned his weight into the half wall and found himself resting forward, enjoying the view of the stars that glittered in the night. While he still felt incredibly unpredictable, it was a nice change of pace to feel somewhat grounded. Even if he was quite a ways in the air at that moment. The feeling was still there and that was what mattered to him.

Orion found that the rest of the Tower’s visitors were less than willing to allow the beauty of the outside to be their main focus. To be fair it wasn’t really his either but he thought he was at least being courteous enough to not disturb the rest of those around him. Absolutely annoying. The messy haired man sighed softly and pushed himself back from his position. His back stretching out and his hands reached into the air. His head lulled backward and hung as he settled in to stretch even further. So much so that his shirt had actually ridden up in the process. He couldn’t have cared less it felt all too good to let that kind of full body stretch go as it felt. 

He’d almost missed her entirely. The soft lull of her voice was enough to get him to open his eyes and return back to his normal stance. Orion tugged his clothing back into place, his gaze falling to her masked features and he’d given a look. Brow scrunched and he’d shook his head at her. “Sorry.” He started, shoulders pressing back in against one another for a final pop and he’d managed to muster up a more palatable look. “So sorry.” He whisperd, hands tucking into the front pockets of his jeans. “I couldn’t ...” The smile spread and he shook his head again. “You ever just get stuck in a moment and you just want it to last forever?” He questioned, still smiling just as soft. “What was it you asked?”

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into the ocean - orion & oliver

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It was hard for Oliver to tell if the story Orion told him was true. Parts seemed like lies while others could have been true. For one, he didn’t believe for a second that Orion had any intention of informing Oliver he was enrolling in uni. The lines of communication between the two were slim to none. He doubted that Orion’s new adventure would have opened those lines. It was possible that the only reason Oliver knew his brother was here was because they were in the same house. The story about Orion hitting a wall could have been true but Oliver wasn’t entirely convinced that would lead his brother on the path to attending university.

He glanced up from his food and looked at Orion. His head tilted to the side and he studied his brother’s face, looking for any of the familiar signs. Did hitting a wall mean what he thought it might mean? Orion didn’t look unwell but over the years he had gotten so good at hiding it. From Oliver, from their mum, and certainly from the rest of the family. Tearing his gaze away from his brother, Oliver looked back down at his plate and wondered if he even mattered. It wouldn’t change anything. Orion was here and he wasn’t going anywhere. If it was a matter of Orion’s recovery who was Oliver to disagree with that? If their mum wanted this there was a reason.

Maybe university was big enough for the two of them.

It was funny. Orion’s declaration was funny because those were the words Oliver had longed to hear almost all of his life. I’m not going to tell you what to do. You’re old enough to make your own decisions. “That’s refreshing,” Oliver retorted quickly while picking up a chip from his plate and tossing it into his mouth. Everyone always told him what to do but coming here to university, away from their influence, had been good for Oliver so far. “I’m trying to figure out what I want here and I need to do that. I have to figure out who I am.” Seeing Orion there with no warning…Oliver feared he would lose that and it was essential for his family’s influence to not reach him here while he discovered what he wanted versus what his family wanted for him.

“So..” Oliver continued after he swallowed the food in his mouth. “What are you studying here then? Music?” He reached across the table for the malt vinegar and poured a bit over his fish before grabbing his fork and cutting off a bit. “Or did they sucker you down into something more ‘dad worthy’?” Was Orion in the same boat as Oliver? Had he been nagged to change his life to one more fitting of the Davenport name? “Maybe you’re right. Maybe we do have more in common than we think.”

Oliver was very much the perfect mix of their parents. More so than the rest of them and it rubbed Orion awfully. He was so worried about them and what they were doing that he didn’t see he had something they didn’t. Not when all three of the oldest were born so close together. He had their parents’ time and effort singularly to himself. Though he’d never admit it, Orion had always been jealous of their relationship to the youngest of their children. It wasn’t that he didn’t but it wasn’t quite what Oliver had. It never would be. Oh Ollie.

“I said I came here because I hit a wall that doesn’t mean I get to entirely fuck off.” Orion reluctantly popped another chip into his mouth, chewing rather lazily. It wasn’t that he didn’t take pride in his studies but much like Oliver, he’d had another calling. One he was growing to love and learn better. “Curse breaking is where I landed. Figured it was the lesser of the rest and I can at least improve on my writing skills when I’m not wanting to rip my hair out.” These two brothers saw things very differently to their much older brothers. Even their sister to an extent. Perhaps that’s why this impromptu reunion supper hadn’t ended in blows. Yet.

“I think it’s good.” Orion spoke after a moment, peering over at his brother finally. He’d swallowed the last bit of his bite and nodded as if that would give any sort of matter to the situation. “Figuring this out now. Before they try and sucker you in.” It wasn’t any secret their father’s legacy left quite an impression and even bigger shoes to fill. To what extent the older two would go to fulfill it was exhausting to keep up with. But it also set them all at a disadvantage early on. Especially Oliver and especially after his passing. There wasn’t anything he could say and no amount of time he could spend repenting for their past indiscretions but he liked this. Even if his brother was gritting his teeth through it, it was something. And more importantly it wasn’t something Orion had realized that he’d missed. Never saying that out loud. “Pretty good on the broom of yours too. Maybe you will find a way out.”

Orion finished off his piece of fish and sat back in booth, sipping a decent drink from his beer. There was a lot he’d wanted to ask, to know about but hadn’t the faintest of ideas of where to start. Maybe just something easy. Something not that invasive. He’s your fucking brother. “Aside from this little surprise.” He sipped one more gulp and set the glass back down next to his near empty plate. “What’s caught your eye here? Class or professor? I know you’re thriving in this position of yours.” Not that it really concerned Orion but he got the sense it was something Oliver really took pride in. And you thought you had nothing your own.

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Apollo reached out and jiggled the doorknob to the shop as if it would magically give away and he’d be allowed access. And maybe, just maybe a part of him hoped it wasn’t locked and he could run in and get his jacket and that potion and move on with his life. But hope always let Apollo down. He shouldn’t have been surprised when the doorknob didn’t give in…

Oh fucking perfect.

Apollo glanced up to see his neighbor staring down daggers at him. He rolled his eyes and the back of his head fell against the door. He should have known that his evening could only get worse. “Davenport,” Apollo nearly growled under his breath. It was bad enough he had to share a wall with the guy but now he was going to approach Apollo in public? It seemed the Davenports were always waiting behind a corner to torment Apollo. Why should the older one be any different?

“What’s it to you?” Apollo snapped back with a glare in his eyes. If Davenport had a polite bone in his body, Apollo assumed he didn’t, then he would have continued walking and had left Apollo there to deal with his own misfortune. “You ask that question like you fucking care about the answer.” Apollo stood up from his sitting position and brushed the debris from his clothing. “We both know you don’t so please continue on with your night….”

Apollo reached forward and grabbed his books out of Orion’s grasp. The fellow Gryffindor’s grip tightened momentarily but Apollo tugged until they were in his hands. Success. He tucked the books safely beneath his arm and took a step backwards away from Orion, out of reach from the other. “Have to say…I’m surprised to see you out this late. Doesn’t little Ollie have you on a curfew?” 

It was wrong and mean but Apollo was angry at himself for his mishap with the jacket. He was starting to sink into that gritty feeling of Cassio’s potion leaving his body and he needed, so desperately needed someone to take it out on. “Better run back to your dorm before the boss gets mad.”

The thorn in his side that was his dorm mate seemed intent on finding reasons to just keep pushing those buttons. Though Orion wasn’t much help in that department. They’d gone tit for tat as of late. More so because he knew his younger brother irritated the other Lion. Which was quite comical. Apollo’s reaction to his brother had been very close to Owen and Otto’s. Still he didn’t take it personally. His little brother was a lot, actually they all were in their own ways but still he couldn’t help but to give a little resistance. The other seemed rather put off already and it only seemed fair to give him another small jab. 

And it was well given, for what Apollo gave back surely sent him into a near indefinite eye roll. Also another Davenport trademark. “If you’d not be such an uptight twat.” Orion scoffed, choosing to ignore the comments of the leash and curfew. Generally, yes, it was a rule of thumb he didn’t leave late at night. He also didn’t want his brother getting wind of his venture out. He figured this one might appreciate him taking his playing elsewhere for a night. Not to mention the little Claw he’d had the pleasure of linking up with held some kind of promise. Something he was excited for and was not about to let the likes of Maddox ruin for him. “I might be able to help you.”

There wasn’t very much he’d paid attention to when it concerned things pertaining to his father’s career. But something he had found rather useful was the art of lock picking. And not just magical lock picking but the muggle way. He’d only wished that was something he’d taken more seriously or at least carried something useful in which to use as a makeshift picker. “There’s more than one way to get into a spot.” Orion took a few steps from Apollo, nearly heading into the tight alley that seemed wedged all too snuggly between the two buildings. “And if you breath a word of this ...” Orion looked back at Apollo, unamused look on his mug as he’d nodded him to follow.

“Can’t imagine what you want out of this place.” He muttered, checking one of the first windows and then a second. Neither to much help. He sighed heavily and kept looking along the side of the building. “If it’s black market shit you want, you know Jack’s got damn near everything.” Probably shouldn’t have said that. Though he’d gotten the feeling everyone in Gryffindor knew but looked the other way. And thankfully none of them were dumb enough to let his baby brother in on the gag. “I’d watch calling him Ollie.” Orion said out the side of his face. He’d wiggled the next window’s frame. Nothing. Fucker. “If you ever want him to leave you alone. Save that for a particularly rough one. Probably piss him off well enough he’d not speak to you for at least a week.” Not that he was trying to get under his brother’s skin by proxy but he figured if he could give Maddox something he could actually use then maybe he’d keep quiet about him. 

“See any of those cellar windows anywhere?” He asked after the window wouldn’t budge on the second attempt. “Think some of these have to be linked up. Maybe get in from that way.” It was weird to him. What the hell would he want with books? Orion had done some fairly sketchy things when he’d first left home. Things he wasn’t proud of and he shouldn’t have been helping Maddox but he saw that look. The one that made his throat burn and chest get tight. The look one felt when the desperation was so intense you’d do anything to get even an ounce of relief. It wasn’t his business and as soon as he’d finished he’d go and they’d go back to only sharing a wall. “Apollo?” He asked after not hearing anything. “Can you please focus before we’re both caught.”

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It was rare to see Tomes and Scrolls empty on a night like this but Apollo was thankful for it. The last thing he wanted was to get distracted and have to make small talk with someone he didn’t care that much about. He was most thankful that so far this trip seemed to be Oliver Davenport free. The pesky little RA seemed to always pop up in order to sour his mood. No, today Apollo was far more interested in the books that littered the walls and tables of the bookstore. Each book was unique, rare, and rarely pricey not that that mattered much to him. Mostly he wanted to get ahead in his classes. Maybe learn something his classmates hadn’t. The second reason he was venturing out was because that invitation still stuck in his head. He wanted to be prepared for whatever that was.

Apollo made his way towards the advanced spell work section of the store and started flipping through the first book he picked up. It wasn’t as dark as he had hoped but it was advanced. Snapping it closed, he shoved the book under his arm and continued down the aisle. It didn’t take long for him to get sucked up into the books around him. With a pile of books in his arms, Apollo started to make his way towards the register when his lower half bumped against a table roughly. His books, along with his jacket bundled up in his arms, went flying out of his grip and he groaned at the mess he had made. “Fuck me.” He muttered bitterly through gritted teeth as he went about picking up his items.

“I gotta close shop, kiddo,” A raspy voice hollered from the front of the store and Apollo quickly made his way to the front of the store to check out. Before he knew it, he was being ushered out of the shop and making his way back towards campus.

The cool air caused him to shiver and Apollo shifted the books in his arms to throw his jacket on. What? He threw his books into the ground as if that would magically make his jacket appear. It didn’t. And then as if his life couldn’t get any worse, Apollo felt the grip of Cassio’s potion wearing off and that bitter darkness was returning to settle down in his mind. “No. No. No. No.” He closed his eyes and stomped his book before jogging back to the darkened store, leaving his books piled high in the middle of the road. The store was darkened and he rattled the doorknob. Hoping, praying, begging that the shopkeeper would still be there. Apollo was met with silence. “Fuck,” He hissed out and hit the door with his fist. “Fuck. Goddammit, shit.” He turned and leaned his back against the door before sliding down until his ass hit the pavement. Would his luck ever change? Probably not.

This whole having a set schedule thing was not working out very well for Orion. He was a creature of the night or afternoon. Some times early mornings too. It was never set to any time at which he’d done things unless it was a gig or a paid time slot. And so often the Lion found himself restless. Sleep was never his friend but they seemed even more enemies now that he’d implemented a shit sort of time table.

Rather than risk seeing his little brother in their shared common area, Orion took to a harmless stroll through the little rows of shops. Hands stuffed into his jacket pockets and he’d inhaled deep. A soft tune being hummed on his lips as his head tilted back and he’d looked up at the night’s sky. Sometimes it was just easier to remember that he wasn’t the only soul suffering at that moment. Or maybe it made him feel worse. He wasn’t quite sure which was more suited to his mood that night. Though he felt his time alone was going to be short lived at the sound of several thuds not too far ahead of him.

Orion peered back up to see the person headed back hurriedly to whichever shop they’d more than likely just come from. Whatever was wrong, seemed to be seriously wrong. His feet carried him a little faster in order to grab whatever it was that had been discarded and left for dead. 

Books? You really just slammed these down and fucked right off?

His brow raised and he’d stooped to pick up the few, brushing off the dirt from the one. With them stacked in his arms Orion headed up to find whomever that’d been. At least he hoped he could. His head peaked back and forth between the stoops and doorways in an attempt to figure out what the hell all of that was about. But when he’d finally laid eyes on who it was that caused that rather extravagant scene he’d almost threw them right back down and left again. He didn’t really care for Maddox. Especially not now that they shared a wall. 

“What the fuck are you doin’?” He asked plain as day, brow contorted into some kind of strain. 

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Let’s Hurt Tonight - Erik & Orion

Orion had been skeptical about getting involved with any sort of group or band or even just playing with anyone else. It was hard for him not to keep associations with certain activities but maybe this didn’t have to be that way. Perhaps this person responding to his makeshift ad was a good thing. It had to be. It wasn’t as if everyone he ran into had malicious intent or even tendencies. Perhaps it was more that Orion didn’t want to be looking right into a mirror of himself. Make him realize exactly the extent of how far he’d fallen. And if that were the case, he’d have to admit that he’d failed. That just wasn’t something he was ready to stomach just yet.

His fingers drug the bar top and he’d watched a small bit of condensation slide down the side of his glass. The back of his throat burned for more than the beer he was attempting to quench it with. Orion was getting ahead of himself and he knew it. Drawing a deep breath in he’d turned his head to catch the door opening once more. If this shithead doesn’t show up. The Lion pulled back to his drink and took a big gulp. Swallowing back the liquid he shook out his shoulders and gave a stretch, arm out to grab the barkeep’s attention for another while he sat patiently for this potential person.  Calm down you twit. Maybe the fact that he was nervous had been a good thing. Maybe.

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into the ocean - orion & oliver

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When it came to Oliver, Orion was doomed either way. The youngest Davenport hated every word that came out of his brother’s lips. Partly because it was true, partly because it made him feel better. Right now he didn’t want to feel better. He wanted to hold onto that anger that suffocated him. Sometimes it felt good to be mad at his family because it allowed him to keep them at arm’s length. If they were distant from him, then Oliver didn’t have the face the pain of losing his father. Because they all felt it. No matter what but especially when they were together.

But the reality was that Orion was here at University. He was staying in the Gryffindor dorms and Oliver would see him. Probably a lot. Glancing over at his brother, Oliver scanned his face to see if it was all true. Was everything Oliver went through really just because Orion had been a kid? Because he was caught up in the whirlwind of his life too much to realize Oliver was suffering? How many years had he wished their ages were switched so he didn’t have to be alone? He would wish it, wish for it so bad but then moments later feel so guilty, because the truth was, he couldn’t wish that sort of pain on anyone else.

He couldn’t tell if Orion was being truthful or not. Maybe…at the end of the day it didn’t matter. He was trying to make amends. He asked Oliver to hang out. Wasn’t that what he had always wanted? To hang out with his older brother? Here he was being a shit for the past and stubborn about the future. “It’s not easy,” Oliver started to explain. He reached for the fork in front of him and fiddled with it nervously. “To just let all of it go. I thought coming here I could find myself and not have to deal with all of the family shit, but now you’re here.” 

Oliver saw the look on Orion’s face and he cut off his brother before he could open his mouth. “I’m not saying you shouldn’t be here. It’s just hard. You could have warned me that you were coming, you know? Given me some time to adjust? Look, it’s not easy but I’m willing to…try.”

Before Orion could reply, a waitress came over with their fish and chips. A plate was set down in front of each Davenport. Oliver’s mouth watered and his stomach growled. He hadn’t realized he had been that hungry. Actually, seeing Orion for the first time in months had made him lose his appetite but now he was relieved that it was back. Besides, this was a meal he couldn’t refuse even if he wanted to. “I know you’re not a big arsehole,” Oliver mumbled as he cut a bit of breaded fish off with his fork. He stabbed it and brought it to his mouth. “But you definitely are an arsehole. At least that’s the first thing we can agree on.” And before taking a bite of his food, he smiled at his brother.

“I know it’s weird.” It wasn’t just hard for Oliver, Orion didn’t really know how to be an older brother. Or a brother really. To their sister it was easier but with Oliver it just wasn’t the same. He hadn’t had the best role models either obviously, Owen and Otto were a complete waste when it came to that. They all were so eager to force things to make themselves look better that they’d forgotten they were meant to be each other’s best friends. He knew that wasn’t something that was going to happen with Oliver. At least not for a long while. There was far too much damage done to him by all of them. Though Orion felt it was possible. At least between the two of them. He hoped so anyway.

The waitress cut them off before Orion could say anything substantial but maybe that was for the best. He seemed to set his little brother off without really trying to. But that food smelled oh so good and he couldn’t really help himself. Orion popped a few chips in his mouth and savored the greasy goodness. He’d opened his mouth to tell Oliver thank you for not thinking he was an arsehole but in true Davenport nature, he quickly righted that little compliment with a smart arsed remark to which Orion dramatically rolled his eyes at. “Yeah well I’m pretty sure I’ve earned that fair and square.” He winked to the other across the table, promptly tearing into one of the pieces of fish.

After a few more bites he’d finally felt a bit more normal, at least far less hungry and a little less on edge. There was still that bit of strangeness between the two brothers but he could feel it lessening. Slowly but he’d take what he could get. “I would have said something about me coming before but it wasn’t really planned.” He knew by even giving more information to Oliver about why he was there was dangerous. He’d either piece it together faster or he’d just have asked their mother. And whether Orion liked it or not, Mum favored Oliver and probably always would. “I just ...” He sighed, popping a chip into his mouth. If for no other reason than to buy himself another moment. “I hit a wall. Couldn’t really write any new music and Mum suggested here rather than giving up entirely.” He’d shrugged his shoulders, it felt awful lying to him like that when they’d just somewhat made some kind of progress. 

“And I’m not going to tell you what to do while you’re here. I think you’re old enough to make your own choices about what you want.” It wasn’t like Oliver would have listened anyway. “I mean it Ollie.” Orion took another bite of his fish, chewing quickly as he’d looked his brother over. “You’re your own person here. Just because I’m here I don’t want you to be any different.” It felt so strange saying something like that to one of his siblings. It was probably one of the first times he’d ever said something to that tune. 

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Does your muse have any phobias?

Aside from dying young, Orion has been very vocal about his claustrophobia. His siblings never believed it was really a thing but to this day he’s feaerful of being too confined for too long.

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What gets your muse frustrated?

Not a lot gets to Orion. He’s a fairly quiet person. Likes to keep to himself. What he can’t stand is people that don’t respect his personal space. It was something extremely hard to come by growing up in such a large family but now he thrives for it. 

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HOGWART HOUSES + GRYFFINDOR

“You might belong in Gryffindor, Where dwell the brave at heart, Their daring, nerve, and chivalry Set Gryffindors apart”

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Little Treat || Open

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Alex was sitting at one of her favorite spots, Blue Brick Cafe. With her coffee, she found an empty table and pulled a book out of her bag. She had the morning off, no classes for her this beautiful summer day. Sipping at her coffee, Alexandra opened the book to the marked page, beginning to read intensely, not really paying attention to what is going on around her. 

It wasn’t until someone started yelling that she finally looked up from the book, just in time to see whoever was arguing get shoved right into her table, spilling the coffee all over her. “Oh goodness!” Looking at the mess, she frowned, “are you okay?”

It was absolutely insane to him that though they’d grown up, some people just couldn’t act it. Rather than simply agreeing to disagree and going on about their day Orion was now standing in the middle of the coffee shop having an argument about which of the coffees was stronger and ultimately that Orion had probably picked up the wrong one. What he hadn’t expected was the other person to shove him as a way to keep himself on the up and up. And then that he’d ruin someone else’s time that morning. 

Orion turned around hearing the soft voice and immediately gave a sympathetic half smile and quickly picked up the now tumbled over pieces. “I am so sorry.” He immediately apologized, now more embarrassed than he’d  already been. “I’m okay.” He nodded, looking up at her and he tugged out his wand from his back pocket. “Are you?” Orion quickly asked, seeing that liquid had not only been on the table but her as well. “Here I can ...” He swirled his wand through the air. “I can dry that coffee up if you’d let me.”

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