Twinsensibility Part Twenty Six

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ZOMG, it's still only Twinsday in some parts of the world and not even Twinsday yet in others. I AM SO EARLY!  Totally not betaed and probably jammed with errors, but STILL EARLY!

Lysander followed Lorcan down to the common room, yawning. It had seemed vital to keep Lorcan up half the night to avidly demonstrate the many reasons why Lorcan’s affection should remain firmly with him rather than transfer to some horrific girl. He was paying for it now, however.

“Package for you, Lorcan,” said Klaus Hermanson, a fifth year boy that Lysander thought resembled a St Bernard, complete with droopy eyes and lips that always seemed to be on the verge of spilling drool.

Lysander’s eyes snapped to a small table near the exit portal where a small wooden box rested. It was bound with a length of green silk ribbon. Lysander’s jaw clenched at the sight of it.

Lorcan took the white card from beneath the ribbon and glanced at it before Lysander snatched it from his fingers.

Not as sweet as you. An M had been scrawled beneath the words. Lysander flipped the card over to see Lorcan’s name written in green ink.

A red cloud of rage settled through Lysander and he barely refrained from crushing the offending card in his fist as Lorcan pulled the ribbon and tossed it haphazardly on the table before lifting the lid of the box.

The rage turned white-hot when the contents of the box were revealed—an assortment of lollipops, wrapped to resemble a glittering rainbow.

Lorcan snorted and then smirked at Lysander. “Are you certain she didn’t mean these for you? Perhaps she got us mixed up.”

Lysander wanted to snatch the box and toss it straight into the fire. He struggled to make his voice sound normal so as not to alarm Lorcan. “She wants you, Lor.”

Lorcan chuckled. “Well, I am dead sexy, so it’s understandable. I suppose I should go thank the poor, delusional thing.”

Panic nearly choked Lysander and he struggled to speak. “Send her a note,” he snapped.

Lorcan shut the box and lifted a hand to lightly touch Lysander’s jaw, tipping his head until their eyes met. Lysander stared into his brother’s eyes and tried to ignore his growing hysteria. The was Lorcan, for fuck’s sake. He stared into Lorcan’s pale blue eyes, seeking reassurance. “Silly boy,” Lorcan said. “She’s just a stupid girl.”

Lysander forced a smile, even though he knew that stupid girl was a bloody Slytherin, and therefore fucking ruthless and single-minded. “I don’t think you should eat them,” Lysander said rationally. “Knowing her, she infused them with a bloody love potion.”

Lorcan handed him the box. “Here, do with that what you will. Although you should probably not eat them, either.”

“I won’t,” Lysander assured him and clutched the offending box tightly. The very thought of casting an Incendio on the package was immensely satisfying.

“Shall we go to breakfast now?” Lorcan asked.

Lysander nodded and quickly shrank the box of lollipops for later destruction. He tucked it into a pocket and followed Lorcan out, hoping that an owl would be waiting for him at the breakfast table. After shooing Lorcan and Maribeth off to Madam Puddifoot’s, Lysander had quickly gone to send an owl to Albus Potter.

Albus was the most devious person Lysander knew. His antics while at Hogwarts were the stuff of legend. Lysander was intelligent, but not particularly evil; he had decided it would take a Slytherin to fight a Slytherin, and Albus was known for being completely unscrupulous when necessary.

To Lysander’s horror, Lorcan lifted a hand and waved to Maribeth as soon as they entered the Great Hall. He waved! Lysander fairly gnashed his teeth and gave Lorcan a sharp poke in the ribs.

Lorcan hissed and turned a glare on him. “What was that for?”

“Maybe you should go sit with your bloody new best friend, Maribeth,” Lysander snapped angrily.

Lorcan’s eyes narrowed. “Maybe I will,” he replied.

“Fine,” Lysander retorted.

“Fine.” Lorcan’s tone was flat, but to Lysander’s relief he didn’t move, although his eyes went to the Slytherin table where Maribeth calmly buttered a piece of toast while smiling in Lorcan’s direction. Lysander indulged in a very satisfying vision of yanking out his wand and casting Lily’s favourite Bat Bogey Hex on the wretched girl.

“Stop acting like a prat, Lys,” Lorcan said finally and moved toward their usual spot at the Ravenclaw table.

“I’m not the one making calf eyes and encouraging a fucking stupid bint to send me gifts and ogle me in a crowded room,” Lysander muttered, but he clamped his jaw shut rather than argue with Lorcan, since it was never a good idea and usually ended with Lorcan turning cold as a block of ice and ignoring him for hours at a time. With the current atmosphere surrounding the Maribeth situation, Lysander didn’t know if he could take that.

Thankfully, they had just seated themselves when a rush of owls winged into the room. One nondescript bird dropped a letter onto Lysander’s plate.

Thank Merlin. Albus had come through. Lysander quickly broke the seal and scanned the words.

You have closer resources. Check with the demon. If you still need help after, let me know.

Lysander glared, thinking it wasn’t bloody helpful at all. Lorcan looked at him curiously as he carefully refolded the note and thought about the words. Check with the demon. Of course.

He lifted a glass of pumpkin juice to his lips and glanced over the rim at the supernatural creature in question. Perhaps Albus had been beneficial, after all.

Lysander resolved to have a talk with Lily Potter as soon as possible.