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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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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.