We're Going On An Adventure! [Lysander]

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Lorcan had always loved winter. He loved all of the seasons for different reasons. Summer bought sunlight, and salt water. Trips to the beach and ice  cream. Spring was warm days, cool nights, blooming flowers and singing birds. Autumn was colourful leaves turning the trees, the sky and even the ground into an inferno of orange, yellow brown and red. Winter though, winter was hot chocolate, and snow. winter was footprints laying the ground. Everywhere anyone walked became in adventure for the inquisitive young man.  This cold world was his oyster right now. No matter where he went he would find something wonderful to do with himself.  Lor considered. Was he going to make his way from his grandfather's house into the village? Was he going to go down to the same stream that his grandfather had once lied about to Harry Potter, saying that Lorcan's mother had been there, catching plimpies down in the stream. Lorcan thought that he could probably catch a few plimpies. 

As he considered going into the village, he remembered Lysander's near kidnapping experience, and decided that perhaps going somewhere with a lot of people was a bad idea. That left the stream, or following random tracks in the snow. Maybe Lorcan could make his way to The Burrow and see if any of the younger weasley children were there, as they were from time to time... But if they weren't there it would waste the whole morning walking down to The Burrow. That's when Lorcan decided the stream was the best bit, and he took off. He was sure Lysander would find him. The twins had a knack for finding one-another any time, and with a bit trail in the snow? Soon his brother would be with him, Lorcan was sure.  The young man energetically trotted down toward the stream. As he came to the point where the hill began to decline,  Lorcan longed for a sled, sliding down this hill would have been fun. Instead he trudged down hill, nearly slipping once or twice. As he passed a tree Lorcan reached up and snapped two twigs from it. Wands for the duel he and his brother would soon fight!
 
Lorcan sat in the snow by the nearly frozen stream, building himself a series of snowballs. 

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Lysander didn't really care about seasons. Not like his brother did. He didn't really have an opinion on them. He didn't care if it was spring or winter, or either season in between. Exploring was what he loved most, and for that it didn't matter what season it was, there was always something to find. From plants to creatures to different events that happened in the village and all over the world. He loved it all. As long as he could be there with Lorcan. So off course once he'd finished feeding his kneazle going out to find his brother was the first thing on Lysander's mind. For he knew even without looking around the house that his brother wasn't there.

The blonde boy put on his boots at the door and after a smile and a wave to their grandfather he was outside, buttoning up his coat. He looked around with a small shiver, stuffing his hands into his pockets as he started walking. As he walked he went through similar reasoning to Lorcan to work out where his brother could be before happily making his way down to the stream. They'd played often by the stream, it was perhaps Lysander's favourite place. Though it was winter now so there wouldn't be much for them to capture, but there was plenty of fun to be had with the snow. Fun he was sure Lorcan was already prepared for.

It didn't take long before he spotted the other by the stream and happily ran over to join him. He knelt down bin front of his twin, eyeing the mountain of snowballs the other had already made. He wondered if he'd be able to steal some during the fight that was clearly planned. "Y-you're prepared!" he uttered with a soft little giggle.

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It wasn't long before Lorcan heard the sound of a familiar-gaited set of footsteps. His brother was fast approaching and he was making the last of his preparations. He was glad he had chosen to come to Lysander's favourite place. He remembered that detail about his brother warmly. Lorcan packed the last few snowballs he could and stood behind the pile. beaming to his brother. The two may have been fairly different but they were inseparable as twins often were. Lorcan loved Lysander dearly, as his best friend and brother, and having him here to share every adventure with meant the world to him.

Lorcan returned his brother's laugh, though his own was far more boisterous, He tossed the other the 'wand' he'd snapped off the tree for him earlier. Helping himself to one of his snowballs too. "Are we going to duel?" Lorcan asked playfully, clutching the snowball and waiting for his brother to approach so that the two could bow and enjoy the faux wizard duel that he had planned for them. He would never actually ambush his brother unless thee game called for it, and this one most certainly did not. Lorcan grinned brightly.

Lorcan, impatient as he was couldn't bare the wait to follow the rules perfectly, he smiled and bowed deeply to his twin, turning and pacing back away from him, grinning brightly as he pivoted on the spot, 'wand' pointed at him. "Bombarda!" he souted as he hurled the snowball with the other hand, sending the icy projectile sailing toward his twin.