[Roofs] Misery Business [Bryn/Will/Dan]

[Brooke Kennedy]

March. It really was like the famous saying said; "mad as a march hare", the castle seemed to be living by that motto right now and Brooke was no exception. Her usual fiery spirit had been withdrawn and instead came the cool-headed, fairness seeking spirit. Anyone who knew Brooke new this wasn't the real her, but many people had been changing compared to their usual personalities, many people were too self consumed to notice, but Brooke had changed, many would say for the better. Instead of usually being the big-headed, vain and selfish girl she usually was she had done a turn and had somehow ended up to be more like her younger sister.

And what was worse was that her brother was more like her.

It was beyond weird to see Bryn acting like the real Brooke, cringeworthy even to view his escapades in her new state of mind. He wasn't exactly grotesque to the eye and she was sure that many girls in Hogwarts wouldn't mind being the prize catch on his arm, but usually that arm was taken by her own self. It was very hard to be with a Kennedy and not get stick from the other twin, a mission for only the strongest and healthiest of determined minds, and Bryn was usually much harder to get to than Brooke because he wouldn't go with just anyone whereas Brooke was a little more 'free-spirited'. They had all swapped. Brooke was Ali, Ali was Bryn and Bryn was Brooke. A frightening prospect.

"Up on the roof" she pointed out as the pair scanned up the side of Hogwarts examining the sheer height of how far they had to go.
"I swear I heard that Hogarth say that it was the best place to see fireflies at night" she continued as she opened up the door on the ground floor to the roofs. She smirked bundling her brother into the small dark archway.
The pair were collecting potion ingredients for their next lesson. Brooke had been pestering Bryn all week to come with her but he had been putting it off in favour of other things, things Brooke certainly didn't want to know about and it wasn't until a few hours earlier that her keen ears picked up the dulsit tone of Dean Hogarth whispering along with some Ravenclaws about where he got a great jar full of fireflies. Brooke couldn't let it pass and she wanted the potion to be as good as possible, meaning the brightest fireflies they could possibly catch.

"Come on slowpoke! Besides, if it's nice we can go and get Ali and show her...she'll like that" Brooke beckoned as she started up old wooden stairs to the roof, her shoulder bag rattling with the clank of two glass jars with bronzed lids as she jogged up the stairs.
"It's pitch black up here, get your wand out Bryn"

[Bryn Kennedy]

Bryn Kennedy. Sum him up in a few words people would usually say he was kind, caring and very protective of his siblings. Ask them now they would say he’s a bit of a ‘jack the lad’, quite harsh and didn’t really care what his siblings got up to. Bryn would say he loved this new him and wasn’t in any hurry to change back, however if he was in his right state of mind and able to see what he was doing he would hate himself for it. Somewhere inside him he knew that, but chose to ignore it none the less. Parts of him couldn’t wait to be able to go back to how he used to be, but right now he couldn’t seem to be able to and so instead he was stuck like this, having a different girl on his arm every night and parading around as though he was the younger version of Dan Hubbles.

Bryn knew Brooke didn’t like this new him. He often said it was just the way she used to be, and reminded her often of how she used to tell him he needed to lighten up. So here he was, lightening up and Brooke hated it. Bryn never really knew if girls even looked at him, he knew he was a good looking enough lad but asides from the odd flirtation nobody ever seemed to be interested. More likely because of the third degree Brooke would give them. He used to be rather picky, now he just didn’t care. If it had a pulse, two legs and a nice body. He wouldn’t give a damn.

”Well lets hurry up and get those damn fireflies. Im late enough as it is.” He complained. Of all the things he found himself doing on a Wednesday night, it was climbing to the roof for fireflies when he could be cuddling some cute chick by the fireplace. He gave a grunt when Brooke told him what Dean had said, like Bryn actually cared, ”I’m capable of walking through a door alone thanks.” He spoke as Brooke pushed him through the open door leading to the roof. Why Brooke couldn’t have gotten Ali for this he’d never know. Why did he want to take Potions anyway, it was a boring subject, despite the fact old Bryn used to enjoy it, new Bryn found it boring beyond compare.

”Am I pink and podgy?” He commented dryly, ”Or a Pokemon for that matter? No, then I’m not a slowpoke.” Bryn followed her up the stairs to the roof. It really was a pointless journey in his opinion. ”Ali will like anything as long as it comes from us.” Bryn was walking more slowly while Brooke took to a jog. She was right, it was a little dark up here so Bryn took out his wand, choosing not to comment about how dodgy Brooke had made that sentence sound. He pointed it above his head and said ”Lumos” the light from his wand touched the walls and bounced around, lighting their way for them. ”Lets hurry Brooke…” He had a date tonight.

[Brooke Kennedy]

Brooke simply sighed heavily as Bryn told her to hurry up. A nagging in the back of her head started that was dying to make her turn around and shout at him and tell him to fail his school life and throw it away for a couple of ugly flings with some random girls, but she wouldn't. Something inside her stopped her from turning around and snapping back a snide remark right back at him and she simply ignored what he said and continued to climb up the stairs, all the way thinking 'I should of asked Ali to do this, at least she wouldn't dump her own family to run off with some tartlet'. Of course, normal Brooke wouldn't think twice about going out with some handsome boy instead of spending the night catching fireflies in the dark.

The roof had a distinct smell of moss and the night air gently paraded it under her nose. To some herbology nuts the smell could probably be quite nice, but Brooke just associated moss with dirt and therefore it couldn't ever possibly have any nice aroma coming from it even if you doused it with an entire perfume bottle. Wiping her hands on her jeans from the cold and seemingly damp stone walls, they reached the roof and Brooke gave a deep inhale before giving an 'ahh' as she exhaled accompanied with a small smile. Twirling around to Bryn she grinned and felt like taking him by the hands and dancing, but with the look on his face she thought better of it.

Bryn then piped up about him being a slowpoke and Brooke just signed under her breath, finding it quite easy to keep calm, surprisingly enough, but all she could think throughout his rant was 'Bryn, you are way too obsessed with Pokemon'.
"Oh cheer up grumpy goblin, we won't be here for long... pinky promise! Besides, I happen to think slowpokes are kinda funny, so you should be thankful!" she said before rolling her eyes at his obviously unimpressed face and offering her little finger in a truce and a sort of childish promise. Heading towards the edge of the rooftops, the low barrier coming to her shins she peered over the edge to see a lower set of roofs and she was glad she wasn't scared of heights.

She stared down into the lawns once again, the height finally making her eyes focus properly and she gace a few blinks in surprise at actually how far up they were. Then it was then she saw the fireflies from the corner of her eye and she swooped around the stone corner and pulled out the glass jar ready to swoop them into it.
"They could easily do it by magic but according to the professor they only survive for more than two hours if caught by hand and not by magic, at least that's what I think he said... the magic messes up their glow or something, I dunno" she shrugged, feeling the need to explain every step she took because of Bryn. She could feel his eyes on the back of her head and she turned around raising an eyebrow.

"You know, you can go if you want but don't expect me to give you an excuse when you turn up to class with no fireflies"
She turned back around, hoping that he would stay even if it was just for his presence to be there. Brooke hated being alone, it was dull and too eerily quiet. Twins should stick together.