( despite the inarguable reality that they have been brought to a different era, the wizarding world has more or less stayed the same from the looks of it, so it doesn’t take much time or effort for the twins to make their way from ms. bertha miller’s flat to the leaky cauldron. lysander is unsurprisingly unfazed by the current predicament they’ve inexplicably found themselves in. if anything, he is feeling remarkably upbeat and fascinated by all the slight similarities and differences between this time period and the one they’ve originated from. )
Should we have asked for a photo, Lorcan?
[ lorcan, on the other hand, is noticing every small difference and filing it away. signs in windows, that kind of thing. of course they don’t know the half of it yet so he’ll be a lot more worried later once they do know the extent of it. the trip to the leaky cauldron being uneventful lets him relax a little more and he shrugs by the time they’re approaching the door, looking over at his brother and knitting his brows. ]
Can’t go around shouting for Bill, can we? I guess we can ask around or use the pen to tell him to stand up if we can’t find him. I don’t want to put our information out there and I’m sure he doesn’t either.
( pushing the door open, lysander waits for his brother to enter first before he steps inside of the pub. it’s the same old leaky cauldron if not a bit less… modern. with an ambiguous smile on his face, he listens for the familiar rickety slam of the door behind them. he nudges lorcan in the side. )
I don’t see why we can’t. ( and without further ado, he inhales a deep breath before he bellows out: ) BILL, IT’S BERTHA. WE’RE HERE. ( a beat and then he leans towards lorcan. ) Do you think he heard that?
[ lorcan figures out what lysander is doing just a split-second too late and by the time he does he can’t clamp a hand over the other wizard’s mouth so he just watches him with both eyebrows raised before rolling his eyes and hooking their arms to pull lysander further inside to look for anyone that so much as reacted.
oh, but a head of long red hair and he’s nudging lysander’s side, leaning in. ]
Looks like Uncle Bill, yeah? [ now it’s lorcan’s turn, sliding up to the table with his brother in tow and smiling sheepishly. they’re identical in every single way. ] Sorry for the racket Uncle Bill, Lysander got excitable and--I just realized you might not know us yet, I’m Lorcan, this is Lysander. We’re friends of Louis.
i'm so sorry.
Should we have asked for a photo, Lorcan?
[ lorcan, on the other hand, is noticing every small difference and filing it away. signs in windows, that kind of thing. of course they don’t know the half of it yet so he’ll be a lot more worried later once they do know the extent of it. the trip to the leaky cauldron being uneventful lets him relax a little more and he shrugs by the time they’re approaching the door, looking over at his brother and knitting his brows. ]
Can’t go around shouting for Bill, can we? I guess we can ask around or use the pen to tell him to stand up if we can’t find him. I don’t want to put our information out there and I’m sure he doesn’t either.
( pushing the door open, lysander waits for his brother to enter first before he steps inside of the pub. it’s the same old leaky cauldron if not a bit less… modern. with an ambiguous smile on his face, he listens for the familiar rickety slam of the door behind them. he nudges lorcan in the side. )
I don’t see why we can’t. ( and without further ado, he inhales a deep breath before he bellows out: ) BILL, IT’S BERTHA. WE’RE HERE. ( a beat and then he leans towards lorcan. ) Do you think he heard that?
[ lorcan figures out what lysander is doing just a split-second too late and by the time he does he can’t clamp a hand over the other wizard’s mouth so he just watches him with both eyebrows raised before rolling his eyes and hooking their arms to pull lysander further inside to look for anyone that so much as reacted.
oh, but a head of long red hair and he’s nudging lysander’s side, leaning in. ]
Looks like Uncle Bill, yeah? [ now it’s lorcan’s turn, sliding up to the table with his brother in tow and smiling sheepishly. they’re identical in every single way. ] Sorry for the racket Uncle Bill, Lysander got excitable and--I just realized you might not know us yet, I’m Lorcan, this is Lysander. We’re friends of Louis.