Boo!

[Fidelia Lochrin]

Seventeen year olds didn’t hide in their brothers’ wardrobes, waiting for them to return home so they could scare them. That’s what her mother would probably tell her. What she often told her, because that was hardly the first time Lia was pulling such a stunt. But Lia didn’t care. Messing with Patronus was fun. She’d never admit it, but he was her favourite sibling, which made her more inclined to ‘torture’ him.

Finally, after a long wait -that was probably only a few minutes, really- the door opened. She recognized the footsteps as Patronus’ not that anyone else would really have a reason to walk in his room. Hertha or Vera would logically enter his room in the mornings, when he was away in the shop. Unless the had an affair, though Lia didn’t think that Patronus would go for the buckle-toothed Hertha or the always smiling Vera.

She waited for the door to close and for Patronus to take a breather and relax before attacking. When her brother had his back turned to the wardrobe, she opened it with a kick and jumped out. Latching onto Patronus’ shoulders. “Boo!”

@Patronus Lochrin VII

  

[Patronus Lochrin VII]

Ugh Christmas Cheer was really, really bad for business. Everyone had brought presents already, and were now too wrapped up in their eating and sparkles and hugs to notice the mortal doom hanging over them every second. The number of people who would die that year from candles and exploding turkeys and cursed trees just because they didn’t take security seriously wasn’t worth thinking about.

Work over, he trudged upstairs and was looking forward to going to get some food when someone shouted and decided to grab him. Patronus screamed very manly-ly? and whipped around, drawing his wand as he did so.

“Fidelia!” He shouted, stopping himself just in time before he cut his sister to pieces with a jinx or something. “Feckin’ hell, I nearly killed you!”

[Fidelia Lochrin]

Lia snorted and started laughing in a loud, seal-like sort of way. She slowly fell on the ground, still laughing. She grabbed onto her skirts and laughed a bit more, before she turned her tearful eyes at her brother.

“Look at your faaaace!” she exclaimed, her voice still having a hint of laughter. “You look as if someone stole your underthings!”

  

[Patronus Lochrin VII]

Patronus was not amused.

“Try tha’ again and I won’ be the one with missin’ underthin’s.” He threatened, definitely not happy with his sister. “Wha’ would you have done if I’d had me wand on me? I could’ve killed you- or worse!” Unlike Protego, Patronus probably would have been a bit sad if Fidelia died.

[Fidelia Lochrin]

“You could have turned me into a giant lizard and then I could have killed you,” Fidelia commented and let out an ugly cackle. The Daily Prophet headline would probably be hilarious: “Man Killed by Giant Lizard Sister”.

“Perhaps you should make some socks that protect you from fratricide.”

  

[Patronus Lochrin VII]

“You’ll be t’one needing stockin’s to prevent sororicide at this rate, lassy.” He scowled, giving her a light shove on the shoulder as he went over to his desk to check all the locks were still intact, as he did every day. He didn’t have much in there worth stealing- a couple of patented charms, designs for sneakoscopes, that sort of thing- but it was a ritual habit.

“What did ye’ want, anyway? Other than t’end up dead.” Patronus asked.

[Fidelia Lochrin]

“To scare you,” Fidelia replied before giving another ugly laugh. Once she was done laughing, her face softened a bit.

“Well, I returned home after months and I wanted to give you a special greeting, for I do not find you as annoying as Protego, Morticia or Fianto. I assume you missed me, but I see I was mistaken.” At that, she rather dramatically put the back of her hand on her shoulder and threw herself on his bed.

  

[Patronus Lochrin VII]

“Most people would call a special greeting making a cake to welcome someone.” He muttered with a roll of his eyes. His sister had always had the flair for the dramatic. Well, flair was putting it lightly. All she needed was some glitter and she’d probably be able to put half the theatres and shows in London out of business. “I wish I coul’ say I found you less annoying than t’others.” Patronus added with the slightest twitch of a smile.

The name scheme they had going regularly made him think how precarious the whole thing was. All it took was someone calling their sibling whilst holding their wand and they’d suddenly get knocked back by a shield charm or something. It was probably good they didn’t have a sibling called Crucio or Imperio or something.

He ignored his sister’s dramatics on his bed and placed his bag on his desk. “When you’re quite done.” Patronus commented. “I have som’ stuff for you to test.”

[Fidelia Lochrin]

“What kind of stuff!” Fidelia exclaimed, immediately jumping off of her brother’s bed. She walked up to his desk, resisting the urge to cackle.

  

[Patronus Lochrin VII]

Patronus opened up his briefcase, clicking back the various locks and trips first to reveal the enchanted interior that was far larger than reason said it ought to be.

“Na, don’t touch this,” He warned as he pulled on some gloves and pulled out a small pearl bracelet. “A gentleman said this had killed two of his prospective brides when they put it on on their wedding day, so he asked me to look at it and break the curse. Particularly nasty piece of work.” Patronus commented and he placed it back in the sealed box inside the case. He was sure he could break it, but he didn’t want to run any chances in the meantime.

The second item he pulled out was a small pocket watch, which he chucked to his sister. “Can ye guess what’s up with that one?” It was perfectly safe- if opened it’d stain her hands bright blue, but that was easily reversed- but Patronus was keen to hear what she thought. Cursebreaking and investigating how to make objects safer had always been one of his own passions.

[Fidelia Lochrin]

Fidelia snorted at her brother’s tale. That man sounded positively stupid. The bracelet had killed his first wife and he hadn’t thought that maybe, just maybe, there was something wrong with it? So he tried to get married a second time, only for it to kill another prospective bride. Why would anyone even keep such a thing in their possession?!

Oh well, because of such people that her family had the business they did.

She gave the pocket-watch a careful look and then said: “Does it age up people when they touch it?”

  

[Patronus Lochrin VII]

Patronus shook his head. “Keep tryin’.” He encouraged with a small nod, giving a smirk. Merlin knew how his sister would react when it coloured her hands, but he bet it’d be amusing and almost enough payback for her jumping out on him like that.

Almost.

[Fidelia Lochrin]

Fidelia rose her eyebrow. So it didn’t age up people? That sounded like the sort of thing you’d curse a pocket-watch to do.

She slowly picked up the pocket-watch, to look at it better.

And then her hands turned blue.

“Bloody Merlin!” she exclaimed and threw the offending object back on the bed. “That’s not permanent, is it?”

  

[Patronus Lochrin VII]

Patronus gave a cackle Fidelia herself would have been proud of. “Course not, I aint that mean. Give it an hour- maybe less, y’hands are small.” He assured her with a grin. It wasn’t quite enough to pay her back for almost killing him by heart-attack, but it went some way to making amends.

He carefully picked it up with his gloved hands, tucking it away in the case. “And that is why you always wear gloves.” He replied with a smirk.

[Fidelia Lochrin]

“Gloves are stupid,” Lia commented. “I like being able to feel then things that I touch. Wearing gloves makes me feel as if I have no hands.”

But her brother had probably gotten used to that feeling. After all, he acted as if he had been wearing gloves from infancy.

  

[Patronus Lochrin VII]

“You will have no hands if you handle suspicious objects with bare skin.” He smirked. “Or end up like our dear brother- good for nothing but scaring muggle children.” Patronus has rather gotten used to it- not that he’d work without them regardless. He was rather attached to his limbs, in more ways than one.