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Veronica Kennedy

My brother is cooler than yours

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Veronica Kennedy

The warmth of the mid-day sun blared down against her back, casting lengthened shadows along the otherwise brightly illuminated corridor. Among sparsely scattered students scurrying from one class to another, Ronnie was sat on the ledge of the castle’s window with her legs dangling several feet above ground. After weeks of school without even a glimpse of her siblings, Ronnie was slowly reaching her limit, threatening to snap at any moment if she did not tell someone about it.


To be specific, her eyes scanned the crowd for one Mikey Kennedy, darting her head higher than lower, from left to right until a familiar head of brown made appearance. The advantage of being in a huge family was the presence of choice with whom she could seek comfort from. Ronnie did not need emotional pep talk about how she could pull through this on her own, and she definitely did not need Kaleb’s antics to distract her. She needed Mikey, the one who could turn any situation amusing. She needed her older brother who would punch a kid for her if she asked.


Not that she would, but it was reassuring to know that she could.


“Mikey!” She leapt from her seat, making a beeline for the Fifth Year before he could vanish from her sight. “Mikey.” Ronnie beamed when she caught hold of his sleeve then hugged his waist tightly. “Are you free right now? Can we have some sibling time in the lawn?” Cue puppy eyes, hands clasped together in her plea.


“Socializing sucks.”

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Mikey Kennedy

To be fair about it, it may have looked like Mikey was actively avoiding his siblings in favor of ‘the booty’ and other such teen wizard awesomeness, but that just was not the case.


…Okay, so it was totally the case, and the reason for the current look on his face he assumed was a slick ‘I get all the witches’ half smile he’d been practicing in the mirror all summer when he wasn’t trying to chat up the pair of twin witches next door.


He’d thought it was some witch finally getting with the program and gearing up to not only throw herself at him, but her knickers too.  Sadly, it was just his littlest sister who looked way too happy to see him. How she’d spotted him in the sea of students still loitering about the lawn was a mystery to him, but not so much of one he’d bother asking her about it.


Instead he let her hang off him like some especially cuddly trash panda before yanking on her ponytail and making a face down at her.

“I’ve always got time, Einstein.” He told her, curling an arm over her thin shoulder and leading her away from the crowd until they were relatively alone. Settling in took nothing but a moment of him plopping down where he stood and fishing a bag of sour gummies out of his trouser pockets to share.


“Now.” He commanded. “Catch me up. How’s Ravenclaw and has Aunt Andie given you the rundown of it all, or nah?

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