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WHO: Bro and Dave Strider
TONE: Striderific. Also happy.
RATING: PG-13 for Strider language
WHEN: Saturday, the buttcrack of morning
WHERE: Hogwarts and Diagon Alley
WHAT: Bro takes Dave out to spend time with him.
STATUS: Ongoing
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When Dave had mentioned wanting to spend time with him, he'd immediately hatched a plan- it hadn't taken long after all, because he pretty much had the memory of an elephant. When it came to important things, anyway. So he'd remembered a previous conversation where Dave had mentioned saving up for a broom and that was all he needed to know just what they were gonna do. Dave was right, too. It'd been too damn long since they'd spent time together lately. That needed to be fixed.

It wasn't without chugging a fuckton of soda that he was able to wake up this morning, but he did it. He did it and he was fucking ready for this. There was no reason they needed to leave so early except for the fact Bro wanted to maximize the time he had to spend with Dave, and leaving in the morning was the best way to do that. He just really hoped that Dave had gotten enough sleep the night before, because if he hadn't then that would suck. Dealing with a grouchy Dave would just not be fun.

Or maybe it would. Who really knew.

Either way, he made his way into Gryffindor tower and up to the boy's dorm where Dave slept. It was when he was in the dorm and staring at Dave's sleeping form that he started to debate on the best way in which to wake him up. After a little while, he decided that the best way to do it was clearly to dive on him shouting "Avalanche!"

Which is totally what he did.

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Fortunately for Bro, Dave had gotten plenty of sleep for once last night. For once, there were no bad dreams to wake him up in the middle of the night or someone snoring really loudly at one in the morning. No insomnia, either. Yes, for once, that was a good night.

He'd been blissfully unaware of Bro and his plans. The guy rarely came up to Gryffindor Tower, so Dave wasn't as light a sleeper as he would have been in their own home.

Apparently, he needed to change that.

It literally was an avalanche of Bro Strider that came at him with the speed and force of a real one. Dave was caught completely off-guard, so he yelped and flailed uselessly. It was only when sense caught up to him that he realized who and what it was.

"Bro! You nearly gave me a fuckin' heart attack!" Holy shit was his heart thumping after that.

"What's life without a little thrill?" He rolled off of Dave so that he could lay on his side next to him, resting his head on his hand as he stared down at him. "Just be glad smuppets weren't involved, because they could've been. I wanted to be nice today, though." He was kidding, he wouldn't have really woken up Dave with smuppets. Maybe. Nah, definitely not. Today was a day for bonding, not trolling Dave with shit.

He reached out and ruffled Dave's hair. "Now that you're awake, you need to get up and get goin', because we're going out."

"I think I prefer the Bro Strider Avalanche," he replied in a dry tone. Dave yawned, sat up, and put on his sunglasses. The hair ruffling was only met with a sigh. He was too tired to protest the habit that unfortunately both of his brothers liked to do to his hair.

At least he wasn't as anal about its state like Dirk was.

"Where?" Dave got out of bed and went to grab his clothes. At least he was wide awake now.

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"You're just one of many," he said with a sage not. Alright, so he couldn't resist trolling a little, and the opportunity was too good to pass up. As Dave got off the bed, Bro rolled into place where he'd been laying previously, folding his arms behind his head and laying back on Dave's pillow. "Out," was all he said in reply to Dave's question. "Most of it's a surprise, but the least I can do after avalanching you is tell you that I intend on taking you out to breakfast."

It said something that he was used to getting dressed while Bro was in the same room. Dave also refused to comment on the answer to his comment about the avalanche.

He finished getting dressed right when Bro said "breakfast," which happened to be a magic word in his vocabulary.

"There's a very important question I have to ask. Does it serve pancakes? 'Cause if it does, then fuck yes I'm ready to go."

Bro let out a snort at that, rolling his eyes. "That's pretty much the entire point of getting up at balls o'clock in the morning. Otherwise, I'd have just waited until noon." Well that, and the fact that he was excited for this. Being able to treat Dave to pancakes was just a pretty damn good addition. Now that Dave was dressed, he heaved himself up and off the bed.

"I checked and the place we're going even has apple pancakes."

He just made everything come true all at once that morning. Dave didn't even care where they were going or what they were doing. His day was pretty much made just by the promise of apple fucking pancakes.

"The hell are we waiting for, then?"

The effect that simple statement had on Dave amuses Bro more than anything, and he lets out a laugh. "What are we waiting for, you ask?" His lips curled into a small smirk. "You." And with that, he'd flash stepped out of the room. Dave would find him standing in front of the portrait hole waiting for him.

Dave huffed as he ran out to follow him, careful to not wake up his fellow fourth year Gryffindors. It didn't take him long to get there, at least.

"Fuck you, that was cold, Bro."

"You don't look blue, so it must not have been too cold," he said as he pushed the portrait hole open, nodding for Dave to follow him. "I'll be sure to let you keep up from now on though. You are supposed to be spending time with me after all, not my trail of dust."

"Still fucking cold and you know I hate the cold," Dave retorted as he followed alongside his eldest brother. Dad. Whatever, he was family. "I'll be the first to tell you that your trail of dust is piss poor compared to the real deal."

Bro let out a small laugh at that, fighting back a smile. "My trail of dust's feelings are hurt," he said, reaching over to give Dave a little shove. "But me? I'm flattered. And flattery will get you places." Except he was already buying Dave apple pancakes and a firebolt, so there was really only so far it could really go.

"Oh, I'm so sorry for hurting its feelings like that," he replied, retaliating with a light punch to Bro's arm.

"Speaking of places, you still haven't told me where this magical place that serves apple pancakes is."

"With a punch like that, it really has no choice but to forgive you." Have another hair ruffle, Dave. "The place is somewhere in London. Not sure what the exact address is. It's not too far from the Leaky Cauldron, though." Now at the staircase, he was taking them two at a time to get down them faster.

Dave accepted hair ruffles with far more grace than Dirk did, at least. He gave weak protest to it, but Bro's answer pretty much distracted him.

"There are a lotta places near the Leaky Cauldron." He could guess, but he didn't want to get any hopes raised. Dave liked going to Diagon Alley, regardless of whether or not they bought anything. It was just as fun to take a stroll around it and window shop.

Ruffling Dirk's hair was always a refuge in courageousness, and it was definitely a risk that was worth it for the reactions alone. "Yeah, and we're gonna be eating in one of them. Is there a specific place you wanted to go to, or what?" Off the stairs now, he made his way towards the front doors.

"Not at all. As long as apple pancakes are served, I'm pretty fucking set."

At least Bro's pace was easy enough for him to keep up with.

Man, Dave's response made him want to spill the beans and tell him what he had planned. Because if he thought apple pancakes were the highlight of the day, then he was totally wrong. But he would keep it a secret. "Soon. Soon the pancakes will be yours."

His least favorite part was always that bite of cold that hit when he opened the front doors, because even having lived in Britain most of his life by now, he still hated the cold with a passion. God he hated it. But he ignored it, as he made his way out onto the path leading to the front gates. Soon they'd be able to apparate away.

Apple pancakes were the highlight of his life. Dave followed along, holding his coat tighter to himself. Fuck the cold. Fuck Britain for being cold. Fuck fuck fuck.

"Is there a spell for pocket-sized magic fire that doesn't actually burn, but does radiate heat? 'Cause I need to fucking find that thing and learn it."

Bro has to think about that for a moment. He's pretty sure he's used something similar, but he can't remember the name of it. "I'll have to read up on it when we get back," he says after a few seconds. "The cold's a bitch, isn't it?" He reaches out, giving Dave's hair a ruffle. If there's one thing they can agree on, it's that this cold needs to go. "The restaurant should be warm though, and we can very nearly apparate out."

As he says that, he pushes the gates open and steps over the threshold. This should be good, he thinks. He holds out his arm. "Alright yeah, we can apparate now, I think. Let's go."

"It's a bitch that begs for attention every time you leave the building."

Dave trusted Bro's judgment. He grabbed his arm, knowing what to experience when it came to catching a ride by now.

He doesn't respond, instead he focuses hard on the destination and then turns on the spot, apparating away with a pop. They appear moments later in an alleyway. The alleyway between the restaurant and some other building.

"Here we are, the place is just around the corner." He steps forward out of the alleyway and then turns, walking to the door and holding it open for Dave. The restaurant is a tiny, family owned business. "Ladies first."

"Aw, aren't you a gentleman?"

He walked inside, taking a glance around. It was tiny, sure, but it looked nice enough. The food certainly smelled pretty damn delicious...and definitely waking his stomach up to the fact that it was running on empty.

"I try."

He in after Dave and lead the way over to a table. Part of him wanted to go the whole way and pull his chair out for the irony, but he decided against it, instead plopping down in the seat across from Dave. The food sure did smell good, and he was hungrier than he thought. "I think it's safe to say you don't even need a menu..."

But he, meanwhile, did, and he picked up to stare down at it.

"Nope, no menu required."

He was getting apple juice and apple pancakes and life was excellent. It was also full of apples. No, no Dave didn't have an addiction to a certain fruit. Not at all.

No addiction, huh? Bro was starting to really doubt that. He wondered if perhaps he might need to stage an intervention, rather than fuel the habit. Oh well, too late. "Didn't think so." Honestly it was pretty damn adorable, and he had to hide a smile. The waitress came not too long after that, and he ordered himself an omelet, while he let Dave order his apple juice and apple pancakes.

"They're going to think you have some weird apple fetish or something," he said after a few moments when the waitress walked away.

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