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10 Reasons Zander's a Dork by Lucy. 1.) He writes formal letters. 2.) He has nice taste in flowers. 3.) He always wins hide and seek. 4.) He convinces me to skip classes. 5.) Sometimes he comes to the library to make sure I'm not passed out at a desk. 6.) He thinks he's a boating expert. 7.) His name rhymes and I think Aunt Luna planned that to be honest. 8.) He likes being admired by women. 9.) Mainly me though. 10.) He kisses me, and that's probably the dorkiest reason of all.
It was the only building they'd seen for several miles. Meaning it had to be occupied. There were obvious signs of recent life. But was it safe to go in?
Neither brother wanted to make the first move, but they couldn't just walk past a site that potentially still had humans inside. Safety in numbers, right?
"You want to go in first, or should I?"
"I almost wish it could be neither of us — but go on, I'm right behind you."
Zander crept up to the door to push it open, crouched in a defensive stance, ready to strike at a moment's notice. But the way his eyes popped open intrigued Lorc.
"What? What is it?"
"Dominique!"
drabble: enamor me, comfort me, love me, reunite me, tell me, zip me, tickle me [ pls just pick one or two and do whichever you want ]
meme — not accepting
tickle me
His brother had always been far too good at hide-and-seek. But Lorcan never really understood the game. Why did you have to hide? Why couldn’t they just play with Lucy out in the grass?
Crouched behind one of the old oak trees, he pondered this thought, completely unaware of the fact that he was still in plain view. Lysander had long disappeared, concealed in one of the Dirigible Plum bushes, but Lucy, unbeknownst to him, had spotted Lorcan straight away.
“Lorcan! I found you! You’re not very good at this game.”
Caught by surprise, Lorcan toppled over onto the grass, sliding down the hill a little.
“I don’t like this game. I wanna play something different.”
“But come on, you have to help me find Lysander!”
Lucy sat herself down beside him, tugging on his arm.
“Lysander can play by himself. We can play a new game.”
It was obvious Lucy didn’t approve much of this idea, but she seemed to listen to him anyway.
“You can’t just give up, that’s cheating.”
“I’m not giving up, we’re just playing a new game now.”
“What game?”
It took a few seconds for him to decide this new game, but once he had, the choice seemed obvious.
“The tickle game!”
Without missing a beat, Lorcan pounced, tickling Lucy wherever he could reach. She didn’t stand a chance. Squealing, she tried to pull his arms away, but he was much too fast for her.
“Stop! Stop!"
He nearly swallowed a mouthful of grass as they rolled around, both attempting to get the upper hand over the other.
Their shrieks and laughs could be heard from several hundred metres away, and had evidently caught Lysander’s attention. He marched up the hill over to where they lay, oblivious to their additional company, and frowned at them.
“I thought we were playing?”
Neither of them answered.
“Hey! Stop it!”
Breathless, Lorcan finally rolled away to look up at his brother.
“What? We’re playing a new game. Do you want to play?”
Lorcan didn’t even wait for an answer, yanking on Lysander’s arm. As he fell to the ground, Lucy shrieked, following Lorcan’s lead and tickling wherever she could.
“The tickle game!”
enamour me here
enamour me for oflxght
He'd never tried to woo anyone before.
To be frank, he hadn't needed to. Zander had never been in love. He was charming, funny, and good-looking. The only reason Lorcan didn't have girls — and guys — hanging off his arms too was because he didn't want that.
But Lucy was different.
Lucy was funny, Lucy was pretty. Lucy was a W e a s l e y.
Lucy was his best friend, and this should never have happened, but what could he do about it now? This moment had probably been fifteen years in the making.
Taking care to dress appropriately, Zander stuck out his tongue at his brother and hurried down to the foot of Ravenclaw Tower, mentally preparing himself for the day.
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The Hogwarts house-elves were committed to their work, but Zander found that they were also more than willing to help students with whatever small tasks they needed doing. He never took advantage of that fact, really, but they were fairly useful.
A handwritten note on her bedside table was the first thing Lucy noticed when she woke up, and she knew immediately who it was from. Zander wrote much like he spoke — it was carefree and arrogant, but also very tidy.
I hope I haven't woken you too early, my dear. Breakfast is downstairs waiting for you — I made sure the chef(s) provided your favourites.
—- L.R.S.
On top of the note lay a single orchid.
"Lysander Scamander, you are such a prat."
Sure enough, when Lucy had come up to the Great Hall, a spot at the Hufflepuff table had been laid out for her, as Lorc waited opposite.
"More flowers?" she asked him, sitting down. "I didn't think your brother was one for flowers."
"No, neither did I. Surprises us all, that boy."
"Where is he, anyway?"
In response, Lorc reached into his jacket to pull out— another note.
Enjoy your food. My brother has kindly offered his services to me this morning, but feel free to give him a kick if he extends his welcome. He'll accompany you for a little walk once you've finished.
—- L.R.S.
After quite a hearty breakfast, which had, indeed, included all of Lucy's favourites, Lorc stood up, offering his arm.
"I daresay I'm not as charming as Lysander, but come on, we have places to be."
They walked out through the oak front doors into the morning sun, poking fun at the other boy's excessive formality. Still, Lucy did find it rather endearing. And, more importantly, a little romantic.
It was another few minutes before they found themselves in the little village beside the train station. Even with other students milling around on their weekend off, it was refreshing to be able to get out of school sometimes.
They found Lysander sitting at the bar, sipping a mug of Butterbeer.
"Butterbeer's a bit tame for you, isn't it?"
"Sod off, Lorcan."
Both brothers grinned at each other, knowing that the remark really just meant thanks, and Lorc disappeared off into the crowd.
"My lady. I trust you've had a wonderful morning?"
"You, sir, are the most arrogant, pompous, romantic boy I've ever met."
【 actualproperclara & oflxght 】
the other is greeted with narrowed eyes & a disapproving stare ---- ; and she's almost tempted to say NOTHING, to let her room-mate feel her silence like a knife in their back, until --- ! !
❝ that's my shirt. ❞
Apparently education is not a priority for Lucy Weasley and Lysander Scamander. The pair were recently spotted skipping classes to partake in a midmorning boat ride. Is this an act of two friends trying to enjoy one of the last warm days of fall or that of teenage loves heading down a deviant path?
{ oflxght ravxnclaws lilylunes espritxx lucyxaurora }
"Why do they even call it the Black Lake if the water in it isn't even black? What sort of things live in there--other than the squid dad wrote me about in first year. I don't think it even exists, to be honest with you. Who's seen it?"
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7th Year — Day 98
Lysander is acting odd. More than usual. Because usually, I can figure out why immediately. But right now, I have no idea. I think it has something to do with Lucy, though. You recall the Yule Ball? It definitely has something to do with that.
It's a conundrum, alright.
She was very pretty, though, and luckily, the Nargles stayed out of her hair.
Oh, hang on, that's him now, I'll ask.
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He says it's none of my business, and that Lucy is just a friend. I didn't ask abouther though. If you ask me, he sounds too defensive.
And of course it's my business, he's my brother, and Lucy's my friend too.
