The Beginning of the End {BRANDON}

[kingarthur]

Avada Kedavra on her fucking childhood, right here. It was all ending, and she felt like her childhood was finally being closed. It was a mixed emotion, really. She wanted to see it, the last bit of that movie. The last bit of the books she read constantly, but at the same time. She didn’t want it to come at all, because that meant it was over. And luckily, Brandon was going to be her moral support. Sweet, strange…very strange Brandon.

Ainsley slid out of her car, locking it behind her, while stuffing the key into the pocket of her skirt. She double checked to make sure she had her ticket, before crunching across the asphalt to the absurdly long line that was spilling out of the theater. Mostly people were dressed as Gryffindors or Slytherins. And there were a few girls in Miss Potter costumes, from Halloween. You know the one, the super tight, super short, cleavage boosting costume that had no business in a Potterverse. Yeah. That one.

It was enough to make Ainsley roll her brown eyes. Then again…She double checked, just to make sure one of those girls wasn’t Mallory. But Mallory was probably allergic to geek. Most definitely. The thought reminded her. She hadn’t yet told Lena or Brandon that she had a twin sister. Twin sister. That was a new thought. It caused Ainsley to literally skip the rest of the way to the line. She paused just outside of it, and stood on her tippy-toes to look for her friend.

And she saw him. Wearing…was he wearing yellow? THAT TRAITOR! She crouched down to fit in more with the height of the shorter girls in the line. Ainsley wasn’t ridiculously tall, but she tended to stick up just above the crowds. She kept her eyes on her prey, before suddenly popping up behind him, clamping her hands over her eyes. “Brandon Johnson! What are you doing wearing that dreadful color?!” She tapped her blue converse on the sidewalk, ignoring a few looks from the nearby people. She was almost in full uniform. A grey sweater, with proper blue lines on the hem and sleeves. A neatly pleated matching…rather short skirt, and a blue tie around the neck of her white collared shirt. Dangling on top of her sweater was a Time-Turner replica. Sticking out of her thigh-high stockings was a black wand, and her hair was pulled out of her face in a half up, half down style. Her long, brown hair tumbling down between her shoulderblades.

“You will not believe what happened to me at the store the other day,” She was bouncing on her toes, her frustration at t he Hufflepuff garb temporarily forgotten. “I went to go look for new clothes, cause mom was griping, and I have a date with Ethan—so I figured, ‘Why not?’, right? WELL. They got my clothes mixed up, and so I went up to the counter, and was kinda weirded out, cause this chick at the counter has the exact same curls, hair color. But whatever, you know?” Ainsley sucked in a breath, and grabbed Brandon’s sleeves, her brown eyes wide. “Except she sounded like me, kinda. And she looked almost exactly like me. Cept a few small changes. Long story short…” Ainsley held her breath, her eyes darting across Brandon’s face, trying to stretch the anticipation. “Ihaveatwinsister.” She finally blurted out, grinning widely, before giving a little hop while still grasping onto Brandon.

“BUT,” Ainsley suddenly clamped her hand over Brandon’s mouth, and leaned in close, glancing around carefully, “You can’t tell Lena. Cause she would be hurt that I didn’t tell her first. So, shh.” Ainsley stared at him intensely, before moving her hand, peeking around again, “So yeah…why are you in that?” She asked, tugging at the yellow lined robes, her lips scrunching to the side. Admittedly, she was a bit hyper. From a few too many Bertie Botts, and excitement for what lay ahead.

Tags: Monica / Brandon / Olley / Ainsley
Notes: Someone's a touch spazzy.
Outfit: Ainsleyyy!

[BRANDON JOHNSON]

Twas dreadfully late at night, far beyond Brandon’s usual bedtime of quarter past eight. Still, he supposed that he wasn’t going to throw too much of a benny about it. After all, he was dearly in love with the magical universe of Sir Harry of Potter, the brave and noble knight who fought dragons with lovely and wondrous enchantments. Oh, but he was quite sure that he belonged in the noble house of Huffle Puff, the realm of the benevolent, just, and kind. Indeed, he was positive that without a doubt, the sorting hat would only need but three or four seconds to sort Brandon into such a lovely and dashing house.

Brandon had dressed for the occasion, taking a trip to The Target (which he’d assumed had been a practice range for the noble sport of Archery, but had been devastated to find out was naught but a silly old store that sold clothing, of all things) and bedecked himself in wondrous Huffle Puff clothing. There would be no confusion about which house Brandon Johnson belonged to, no sir!

Brandon had borrowed the automobile belonging to his dearest and best friend Lena and had arrived at the Theatre several hours early with his newly acquired License’s Driver, Driver’s License, rather, bringing a copy of the rather lovely All’s Well that Ends Well to pass the time. So far it had been passing quite nicely, and Brandon had even elected to treat a few of his fellow Theatre-Goers to a rendition of Celia’s lovely soliloquy in Act IV. Now the minutes were growing fewer by the…minute, and all that was left to do was-

“Brandon Johnson! What are you doing wearing that dreadful color?!”

Oh bugger. Now who on Earth could this be?

But Brandon was greeted with a pleasant surprise when he turned and glimpsed the lovely face of Ainsley Kartalli. ”Why hello, fairest maiden,” he greeted, bowing deeply. ”And might I ask what brings…” It was then that his face fell upon her unfortunate attire.

”Corrr!” he exclaimed in surprise, as his eyes swiveled from her blue sweater to her mid-length blue converse. And what in name’s God was this? His eyes narrowed. Why…had he just bowed his head…to a…it pained him to think the word…a Ravenclaw?

”Ex…ex…expelliarmus!” Brandon pointed his wand (Unicorn Hair Holly, twelve inches) instinctively at the traitor before him. He must disarm this torturous fiend, lest she commit more sins of the Raven Claw Realm upon this unsuspecting Theatre! Brandon was not altogether sure what the Raven Claw house actually did, since he always skipped any references to the traitorous land that he came across in the books, but he was sure that it was absolutely terrible. For Raven Claws were the sworn enemies of the Huffle Puffs, and must be vanquished!

“You will not believe what happened to me at the store the other day.” Brandon’s eyes widened in confusion as he’d realized his spell had had no effect. Well, twas to be expected, of course. Not every spell could work every time it was attempted. He was about to try again, when she launched into a story.

“I went to go look for new clothes, cause mom was griping, and I have a date with Ethan—so I figured, ‘Why not?’, right? WELL. They got my clothes mixed up, and so I went up to the counter, and was kinda weirded out, cause this chick at the counter has the exact same curls, hair color. But whatever, you know?” Ainsley sucked in a breath, and grabbed Brandon’s sleeves, her brown eyes wide. “Except shesounded like me, kinda. And she looked almost exactly like me. Cept a few small changes. Long story short…”

”Someone was impersonating you with the Polyjuice Potion?” Brandon finished breathlessly. Of all things, the Polyjuice Potion! Here! In the York of New City! Brandon had never come across an instance of such advanced magical concoction here, in the State Uniteds. Indeed, how perfectly wonderful! Brandon would have to meet this master of brewery at all speed. He’d almost quite forgotten the fact that Ainsley was a Raven Claw. ”Why, but whoever was it? And more importantly, how did she come across your hair? Are there other impersonators out there? Oh my, but however shall we find them? It shall be a perfect adventure, that much is certain.” Brandon nodded, grinning.

“You can’t tell Lena. Cause she would be hurt that I didn’t tell her first. So, shh.”

Brandon’s eyes were as wide as the oceans. ”Is Lena one of the impersonators?” he asked. ”My goodness, what a conspiracy!” Then he remembered the request. ”But of course,” he added, ”I shall not say a word. A proper Brit does not reveal his secrets, after all.” He gave a salute. Anything for Ainsley Kartalli, the fairest lady in all the realm of Barrie University.

“So yeah…why are you in that?”

Bloody hell, but he’d quite forgotten that she was a Raven Claw! ”Oh. Er, right. I was quite in the middle of disarming you when you so rudely interrupted me.” He laughed. ”Expelliarmus, foul Raven Claw!” he cried, hoping that his spell had somewhat more of an effect the second time around.

Brandon Is Le Huff Le Puff

[kingarthur]

Ainsley jumped at Brandon's shock at her own outfit. Well that was a mutual surprise. Normally, she would have pretented that her want had flown out of her hand, and she would scramble along the sidewalk to dodge the imaginary enchantments, but there was something bigger, and so much better. She had a twin, frightening, scary. "Not an impersonation! Think Fred and George! Twins! Except, not the exact same face, but close!" Ainsley grasped the younger boy's shoulders, and rattled him excitedly.

But Brandon didn't seem to get it, now assuming that Lena was one of the impersonators. She sighed, and just shook her head at him, letting her hands drop to the side--before he attacked her again! Ainsley pretended her wand flew out of her hand, actually going so far as to fling it down the side walk. A few of the movie goers paused to look at her while she ran after the object she had thrown.

It wasn't too much trouble for her to flind herself onto the ground, and grab the wand, and point it back at Brandon. "PETRIFIGUS TOTALUS!" She screamed, more people turning to stare, and even a few shouting cheers. Ainsley scrambled back, ignoring the scuffs on her knees and hands from the cement. When she played, she played hard. She may look delicate and pretty, but she was good at rough and tumble, and she sure as hell didn't feel pain quite so easily.

She grinned mischeviously at her friend, her wand raised. "Ra-Ven-Claw! Ra-Ven-Claw! Ra-Ven-Claw!" Her other hand made a fist, pounding the air with her chant. A few others in the blue uniforms starting to cheer with her. Their voices echoed with hers; no one could ever say Ainsley wasn't charasmatic. She was a student by day, protestor by night--so she had the energy and the experience to get a crowd going.

"Come on, Snufflepuffle." She jeered, a bright grin on her face. All in good fun!

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[BRANDON JOHNSON]

As horrified as Brandon was concerning the secret identity of his previously supposed “friend” ( a Raven Claw! A Raven Claw, of all the bloody identities in the world!) there was something that quite allured him about the current interaction transpiring between himself and Ainsley, the maiden fair. Fair maiden, rather. She did adore the legends and lore of Sir Harry of Potter as he did, after all, and any opportunity to discuss the lovely stories was certainly an opportunity that Brandon cherished.

"Not an impersonation! Think Fred and George! Twins! Except, not the exact same face, but close!"

Brandon’s face brightened at the mention of the two wonderful twins. Oh, but he was rather akin to the two of them. ”Sirs Fred and George of Weasley? Mischief maker extraordinaires?” How terribly dashing! To think that there was a real-life Fred or George standing right before him this very instant! A classmate of his dearest and best friend, nonetheless! ”So you’ve found the Fred to your George, then? Or the George to your Fred?”

How dearly he wished to have a twin! To think that there could be another Brandon Johnson somewhere in this world, his identical to the very last freckle! To think that there could be another Ainsley Kartalli in this world! Would she be Raven Claw as well? Brandon hoped not. The world could never have too few Raven Claws. ”I must meet this twin of yours,” he informed her, nodding politely. ”May I perhaps be the Lee Jordan? Your brave and humble companion? I’m sure the three of us would have a jolly good time together!”

"PETRIFIGUS TOTALUS!"

Oh dear! Brandon’s limbs stiffened into boards, his body tensing into a rigid standstill. ”Finite incantatum,” he muttered, wrenching his lips open the tiniest of fractions to utter the counterspell. He would win this bitter duel: he was a proper and noble Brit, and would defend the honor and integrity of the house of Huffle Puff until the very day of his death!

"Ra-Ven-Claw! Ra-Ven-Claw! Ra-Ven-Claw!"

”What are you like?” he demanded incredulously. Had this girl gone completely mental? Was she barking mad? ”You’re off your trolley! Huffle Puff is the best and fairest of all the houses, a fact with which I’m sure all of these fine and noble citizens would agree!” He raised a fist and began to chant with her. ”Huf-fle-puff! Huf-fle-puff!”

"Come on, Snufflepuffle."

”Snufflepuffe?” Brandon took an indignant step back, clapping a hand to his chest as if she’d just plunged a blade into it. ”Why, the bloody cheek!” Nobody insulted Huffle Puff in front of Brandon Johnson, not even the most beautiful of maidens! This called for some true dueling techniques. ”Locomoter Mortis!” he hollered, lunging towards her and jabbing his wand menacingly at the air between them.