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Disclaimer: I own nothing except the extended Dolan family and Hound's Hollow (including all of its subsidiary locations). The rest of this stuff is property of its proper owners. I'm a broke college student who writes to pass the time before classes. (I really do write between college classes.in the halls, in the café, in the labs, and in the library.)
Despite the three year gap between them, Patrick and Christopher were inseparable. It was a rare occasion to see one without the other. They were an unlikely set of friends though. Patrick was very quiet and loved to learn. Christopher, nicknamed Chris by his older siblings, was very loud. He also developed a propensity to play tricks on other people. The two brothers even aspired to careers down totally divergent paths. Patrick wanted to make wands. He had started to develop the necessary skills to do so. He could tell anyone, related to him or not, what kind of wand they needed to use. Christopher, on the other hand, wanted to be either a professional Quiddich player or a dragon keeper. Both professions seemed unlikely for the young wizard, though. Even before his entrance into Hogwarts, he showed a tremendous aptitude for the defense against the dark arts..
A few years later.
"How come I can't go with you?" Chris asked Patrick.
The Dolan's were headed for Platform 9 and ¾ where Maura, Colleen, Collin, Kelly, and Patrick would catch the Hogwarts Express.
"You're still too little, Chris. You can come to Hogwarts the year after next," answered Colleen.
That, of course, translated into forever for the youngest Dolan.
Colleen and Maura were headed into their seventh, and final, year at Hogwarts. Collin was in his fifth year and Kelly was in her fourth year. Patrick was headed into his second year at Hogwarts.
"But I wanna go," Chris whined.
He hated being the only one home. Eileen had run away years earlier and Kevin had started a popular rock band called the "Howling Hounds."
"Don't worry little guy," Collin said, with a cheeky smile, "we'll send you lots of owls."
"And things from Hogsmeade, especially candy!" added Kelly.
"Don't forget, we'll be home for Christmas," called Patrick, who felt bad about leaving his little brother.
"But still," Chris pouted, "it's not the same."
"I know," soothed Maura, as she crossed the barrier with her twin.
"Make sure all of you behave yourselves and be careful this year," the mother called, as all her children, save Chris, boarded the scarlet steam engine.
"We will, mom. Stop worrying," called Collin.
"You two will keep an eye on the rest of them, won't you?" she implored the twins.
"Of course we will, mom," replied Maura.
"You can count on us," added Colleen.
Due to their exceptional grades, the twins had both been made Head Girl.
As the train pulled away, Patrick caught sight of his mother waving and his teary eyed little brother.
"Get out of here, squirt," said Kelly, "I'm expecting company."
The twins were in the front car with the prefects and Collin was, already, with the Quiddich team. As Patrick stepped out of the cabin, a bunch of giggly girls entered. He sighed, feeling more alone that usual. He missed his brother.
Disclaimer: I own nothing except the extended Dolan family and Hound's Hollow (including all of its subsidiary locations). The rest of this stuff is property of its proper owners. I'm a broke college student who writes to pass the time before classes. (I really do write between college classes.in the halls, in the café, in the labs, and in the library.)
Despite the three year gap between them, Patrick and Christopher were inseparable. It was a rare occasion to see one without the other. They were an unlikely set of friends though. Patrick was very quiet and loved to learn. Christopher, nicknamed Chris by his older siblings, was very loud. He also developed a propensity to play tricks on other people. The two brothers even aspired to careers down totally divergent paths. Patrick wanted to make wands. He had started to develop the necessary skills to do so. He could tell anyone, related to him or not, what kind of wand they needed to use. Christopher, on the other hand, wanted to be either a professional Quiddich player or a dragon keeper. Both professions seemed unlikely for the young wizard, though. Even before his entrance into Hogwarts, he showed a tremendous aptitude for the defense against the dark arts..
A few years later.
"How come I can't go with you?" Chris asked Patrick.
The Dolan's were headed for Platform 9 and ¾ where Maura, Colleen, Collin, Kelly, and Patrick would catch the Hogwarts Express.
"You're still too little, Chris. You can come to Hogwarts the year after next," answered Colleen.
That, of course, translated into forever for the youngest Dolan.
Colleen and Maura were headed into their seventh, and final, year at Hogwarts. Collin was in his fifth year and Kelly was in her fourth year. Patrick was headed into his second year at Hogwarts.
"But I wanna go," Chris whined.
He hated being the only one home. Eileen had run away years earlier and Kevin had started a popular rock band called the "Howling Hounds."
"Don't worry little guy," Collin said, with a cheeky smile, "we'll send you lots of owls."
"And things from Hogsmeade, especially candy!" added Kelly.
"Don't forget, we'll be home for Christmas," called Patrick, who felt bad about leaving his little brother.
"But still," Chris pouted, "it's not the same."
"I know," soothed Maura, as she crossed the barrier with her twin.
"Make sure all of you behave yourselves and be careful this year," the mother called, as all her children, save Chris, boarded the scarlet steam engine.
"We will, mom. Stop worrying," called Collin.
"You two will keep an eye on the rest of them, won't you?" she implored the twins.
"Of course we will, mom," replied Maura.
"You can count on us," added Colleen.
Due to their exceptional grades, the twins had both been made Head Girl.
As the train pulled away, Patrick caught sight of his mother waving and his teary eyed little brother.
"Get out of here, squirt," said Kelly, "I'm expecting company."
The twins were in the front car with the prefects and Collin was, already, with the Quiddich team. As Patrick stepped out of the cabin, a bunch of giggly girls entered. He sighed, feeling more alone that usual. He missed his brother.