Hey all, sorry I haven't updated in a while but exams are in six months so I actually have a decent excuse.

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Dylan was bored. Very, very, very bored. He was really regretting sitting off all last year and doing basically fuck all instead of studying. He knew he would forget his regrets as soon as he returns to the dragon pens. Dragons are big and strong and absolutely magnificent, Dylan enjoys nothing more than flying free in the sky but school is the most abhorrent thing he can think of. All of his siblings have a speciality; Alana is a walking apothecary, Brandon is a master of the dark arts, Alistair enchants weapons, Arthur's a walking talking magic dictionary and Dylan is a dragon tamer.

He can't help but feel like he and Alistair drew the short straws. If only he was smart, then he could just do whatever he wanted. Ah, he was completely going off he had intended to think about was his brother.

His brother was the best friend he had ever had, nobody else that wasn't a fellow tamer would even entertain the notion of listening to him rant and rave about dragons. Arthur has always been Dylan's knight in shining armour. So, is it really any wonder that Dylan wants to protect Arthur, his precious baby brother? Anyone would do the same in his position.

Dylan was annoyed. He had been left out of the loop about Arthur's stance on getting a familiar. He hadn't even had a chance to speak to any candidates! Not cool sis so not cool.

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"Kyle, Keith tú snitches beag!You ratted to Dylan!"Snarled Alana, storming into their dorm room and causing them to scramble in an attempt to hide a bunch of witch prank gear. (You little snitches)

"No way! How did you know it was us!?" Asked Keith incredulously.

"It was quite obvious: you two where the only others we told about this familiar business."

"Look, we're sorry Auntie North-"

"No we are not. Don't lie Keith, we want what's best for Arthur so we had to act."

"That's understandable but did you really have to tell Dylan? He gave me a real earful you brats! You know how he gets when things are about Arthur!"

They both winced, Dylan may seem unconcerned but he always worries.

"Don't worry Auntie North, it's not like he's going to just turn up out of the blue or anything- ouch! Kyle what was that for!" Whined Keith.

"Shut up!" He snapped, elbowing his brother in the side.

"Kyle…." Alana gave him her patented disapproving stare and he caved.

"He said he would be here for the familiar welcome ceremony. It's coming up soon and Arthur will have to make his decision by then so there's nothing he can really do about who Arthur chooses!"

"It's Dylan. He'd probably roast them alive if he found them displeasing." She frowned and gave them a stern look.

"Don't pull shit like this again got it? I just won't tell you anything otherwise. I can really hold a grudge."

"Yes Auntie North, we're sorry for going behind your back and potentially causing the deaths of Arthur's familiars." They chained together at the same time.

Alana shuddered.

"That's totally creepy boys."

"You and uncle Brandon are worse."

"Waaaaaay worse."

"…..Shut up."

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Matthew and Alfred were bickering as usual when Arthur slipped into their little pocket dimension. It looked different this time, more like a library than a frat house. There was a bookcase on the back wall and a flatscreen on the opposite. A big red couch on wooden flooring and brown walls. Arthur liked it. He hadn't really paid attention to his surroundings last time so he looked around thoughtfull a smile during appreciatively. It wasn't calming. A mix of him and the twins.

"You like it?" Questioned a curious Matthew.

"Very much so," said Arthur with a faint smile, skimming his fingers along the spines of the books as he approached where They were standing.

"Awesome! Matt said you would but i voted for a totally tricked out gaming room! I guess this suits you better though." Grinned Alfred cheerful and optimistic as always.

"Right as always Matthew, now I have come to inform you of my decision."

"Your...Decision?" Asked Matthew nervously.

"Yes. I've been considering my position a great deal."

Dont screw this up Alfred, Matthew silently begged when his brother opened his mouth.

"You don't have to rush dude, it's your call." Advised the louder brother considerately.

Huh. Guess Matthew underestimated Alfred's attachment to Arthur.

"Thank you Alfred but I've already decided."

"And...?"

"I would very much like it if you two became my familiars. I happen to enjoy your company greatly-"

"Fuck yes!" Alfred pumped his fist in the air before yanking Arthur closer by the collar of his cloak and pressing their lips eagerly together. It was chaste and Alfred's excitement rather than his actual brain had driven him to do it.

Matthews eyes widened in alarm, his brother may have just ruined everything. To his surprise, Arthur started laughing. Matthew sighed dreamily, Arthur was so pretty and his laughter was gorgeous.