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Brothers United, Part IV
by Boca. (msqu)
at September 12th, 2006 (01:19 pm)
current song: Sense & Sensibility - All the Delights of the Season

Author: Mar (ElectronicQuillster)
Part I || Part II || Part III

It was a stormy morning, but that didn’t matter to the Mavick twins. They had a plan. As they walked into the Great Hall, Marie and Leanne shared a grin and then each turned different ways. Leanne went to the Gryffindor table, and Mar to the Slytherin table. Then they commandeered their boyfriends and met back up at the Hufflepuff table. The twins didn’t notice, but their boyfriends were nonplussed by the situation at hand. They may have been collaborating to bring down Nathan Raines, but they still weren’t ready to skip around singing songs together.

Marie inhaled deeply, a huge smile on her face. “Scones! I love scones!”

“Mar, we have scones for breakfast here at least once a week,” Sirius stated, not understanding why she was so excited.

“I know, and I love them! They’re just like eating a warm ray of sunshine!”

Regulus smirked and simply passed the plate of scones to his girlfriend. Breakfast, for the brothers, was awkward, Marie and Leanne simply chatted away, drawing the Blacks into conversation occasionally. For the most part they boys just tried to concentrate on their food, especially Regulus. He wasn’t particularly fond of socializing, and sitting at the Badger table was making it difficult to not socialize. Sirius just didn’t like socializing with his brother; it brought up too many memories he’d fought to throw away.

“Oh, Mar, look!” Leanne cried out and pointed discreetly up to the staff table.

Marie gasped when she saw Nathan Raines. The twins giggled. This was enough to get Sirius’ and Regulus’ attention, and they glared at Nathan Raines and then at each other. They didn’t notice the exchange going on between their girlfriends, an exchange in which Leanne and Mar had a silent reaffirmation of their plans regarding Nathan Raines and Ashley, and their plan for making their boyfriends take them out on a double date.

Marie let out an exasperated sigh. “I wanted to go to the masquerade for the New Year.”

“We are sixteen, after all. There’s not much difference between being sixteen and being seventeen,” Leanne pouted. “We should’ve been able to go. Did you know that Lois Greengrass went?”

“I hate Lois Greengrass,” Marie muttered, stabbing a bit of sausage rather violently. Regulus leaned over and planted a kiss on her cheek.

“Well, she did go, but I heard her dress robes weren’t all that interesting, and everyone knows that you’ve got to go as something interesting when it’s a masquerade.”

“Well, obviously,” Marie answered. “I need to get more quills.”

“You always need more quills whenever we come back to school, and you never get them before we leave home. Do you think Professor Flitwick’s test will be hard tomorrow?”

“I hope not, Rob’s already told me we’ve got Quidditch practice tonight.”

“Not surprising,” Leanne shrugged.

Sirius furrowed his brow and glanced at Regulus to see if he was equally stunned at the girls’ ability to change subjects on a dime. Regulus gave him a look that clearly said [i]you get used to it.[/i]

“Definitely! Don’t you think it’s a brilliant idea?”

The Blacks returned their attention to their girlfriends. Clearly, in the two seconds they’d shared an exchange, the girls had planned something. From the looks on their faces, Regulus was slightly concerned as to what their brilliant idea was.

“What are you talking about?” Sirius inquired.

“We were just saying that we think,” Leanne started.

“The two of you should most definitely,” Marie continued.

“Take us on a double date,” they concluded together in true twin style.

“Next Hogsmeade weekend,” Marie added in the moment of stunned silence. “We’d better get to class now, we’ve got double Potions with Ravenclaw.”

The boys watched Leanne and Marie go, and they were left with a table quickly being vacated by other Badgers leaving for class. “Are they trying to torture us?”

Regulus glared at his brother. “You hate me so much you think it would be torture?”

“I don’t hate you,” Sirius argued, slamming his fist on the table. “You’re the one who hates me.”

“Right,” Regulus nodded. “You left.”

“I couldn’t stay,” he murmured. He looked across the table at his brother and then sighed. “You know I only left because of her.” After another moment he added, “The date won’t be torture, unless Nathan Raines happens to waltz by. I’ll see you around.”