One Voice Was Heard pv Elisa, Prat

Permission given by @Prat Pass for some godmodding

@Ernest Baird, @Prat Pass and @Octavius Baird

Sudden disappearance, a thing that Elisa loathed more than anything else, if daresay even more than spending time with her mother, Afterall the last time someone in her life disappeared, it ended up being terrible for her, leaving her with a life long hatred for them. Ernest had always been the social type, the last thing Elisa had expected was him to disappear out of blue during the winter holidays especially after how they'd spent last years Christmas eve together, she was expecting something like that to repeat again, not as friends but rather as couples. Leaving her selfish plans, the young blonde did try communicating with her newly discovered cousin, Prat who seemed close with Ernest but for her disdain, neither did he have an idea of where the goblin had disappeared.

Before they could realise much, there she was in Perth, Scotland along with the annoying company of Prat whom she had bribed some galleons to shut his mouth in front of his or her parents about this new antic of hers, but then again if Ernest was in some trouble, she cant just let him suffer through it, knowing well of how boring yet ruthless his adopted father, the one and only ex professor Baird could be. Elisa sighed for the eight time with her nose buried inside a map, she recalled Ernest telling her of where he lived once but the long train ride from London to Perth with the company of Prat and other muggles speaking of illogical things had left her memory vague but she was ready to bet with anyone, even a stranger that Ernest's house gotta be part of some neighborhood, she remembered hearing of it from him.

Elisa continued to walk in whichever direction seemed right according to the map while not even bothering to turn back for a second to see if Prat was even behind her, Afterall if he did get separated from her, it would be less of a curse and more of a blessing from the heavens, bestowing her a moment of peace. After what felt like hours, Elisa was finally able to locate the exact area in the map as an expression of relief plastered her face, the worse thing that was left for her was to get lost in a whole new country especially in the presence of someone who was visiting Scotland for the very first time, just like her..Elisa knew it was too late now to back off as she moved towards the area she had previously located as the neighborhood where Ernest's house was supposed to be in, while her mind was full of self esteem, a thought remained in the back of her mind, what if her parents find out of where she was? Would they be pissed off to know she sneaked out of house while they were away, once again?

Before Elisa could go into the depths of her overthinking mind, she stopped on her foots looking at a house, the same as the one described by Ernest, looking at the surroundings was quite helpful in realizing, this indeed was the goblin's home, "We are here" she finally spoke to Prat as she looked at the house, it was not as big as her family estate but it seemed much more comfy, Elisa slowly walked towards the door, and pressed the doorbell, whatever she was going to face was for the future her to deal with..

Perth, Scotland	22nd December 2024
'Thoughts' "Speech"	Notes: -

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@Ernest Baird|@Elisa Shakestra|@Octavius Baird

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He saw people in his doorway. What the fuck. Kids. His former students. Elisa, the snob who really didn’t seem to learn anything from his class, and Prat. Did anyone ever tell him what his name meant? It felt kind of funny to call him Prat, almost as if calling the dwarf human [aka kid] an idiot.

“Hey little ones. Oh, a gift from your dad?” He asked in an inquisitive tone. He looked out the doorway, looking above their heads. “Is that right?” He double checked, looking around again. “Where is he then?”

He felt a bit suspicious. Hopefully these kids lived closely around here. “Yes. Well. You may be here for Ernest, but the dear boy cannot leave the house. He is grounded for sneaking out with this little girl standing besides you.”

He murmured, looking into her eyes. “Prat.” He started, now adding in the girl. “Elisa. You two, I’ll send an owl to your parents, notify them that you’re at my house, if they’re truly expecting you to appear here, but if not, trust that I will hear about it.”

The man concluded, snatching the bottle of wine out of Prat’s hand. “You may come in. Elisa, go to our guest room, and Prat, you will share a room with Clark, that is not a question for you to challenge.” He pointed them towards the rooms.

The guest bedroom being the first bedroom on the right upon the girl’s turn past the living room. For the boy, he marched down the hallway, flinging Clark’s bedroom door open. “You’re sleeping on the floor, Clark. Prat is here. Let him have the bed.”

He could tell Clark didn’t want to do it, a look of ravenous slaughter intention struck across his expression. “Don’t. Hurt. Him. Or I will drag you out by your ears and do what I don’t want to do, punish you further. I hate doing this, so behave.”

He moved out of the doorway to allow Prat in.

“Did you all bring your clothes?” He looked in their hands. “Clark, share your cloth–” He caught himself as he did a mental scan on the size difference between the two. “Actually, let me get Simon.. or Ben, they’re both about the same height as you.”

Octavius walked out of the room and across the hallway to the top right bedroom in that hallway. “Simon. Can you loan one of our guests some of your clothes so they have something clean to wear?” Simon grabbed a pair of shorts and a t-shirt. “Something nice, Simon.” A groan.

“Simon, if you don’t grab something nice, I’ll have him come in here to grab something tomorrow or tonight, if he sleeps in pajamas.” Simon reached into the drawers, pulling out a boxer, a pair of jeans, a button-up longsleeved plaid green and yellow shirt and a pair of socks. Additionally, he pulled out a pajamas.

He walked back into Clark’s room to hand Prat clothes. “Here. Thank Simon when you see him.” Octavius walked back towards Elisa’s room, the Guest Room, and knocked to give her a notice of precaution. He opened the door slowly, now looking at her. “Did you bring clothes today? I don’t have any girls clothes. I don’t have a daughter. We can go to a store tomorrow and buy something for you. Uhh, if you’re okay with wearing boys clothes, I could probably ask one of the boys to give you something?” He granted her a half smile before excusing himself to leave.

Octavius called out loudly, trying to proclaim down the hallway as loudly as he possibly could so everyone could hear him. “House Rule number one, do not hurt anyone, especially the guests. If a guest hurts you, let me know and I will deal with them personally. House Rule number two, go to sleep at 10pm. House Rule number three, you will eat all meals offered without wasting food, there are no exceptions. Finally, House Rule number four, I do laundry every night, so if you have clothes you need to change into, please do so now and hand me your dirty laundry so it can be washed so you have something clean to wear.” He clammed up, walking into his bedroom and grabbing down a parchment and proceeding to put to use his writing skills again.

To whom it may concern,

For those of you who have kids by the name Prat Pass and Elisa Shakestra, please be aware that they have appeared at my house this morning just as I woke up. These kids, I will not allow them to leave my property or my watchful and monitoring eyes so that they are not put into any harm with anyone.

If you feel the need to check my background, my name is Octavius Baird and I presently work at the Ministry of Magic making Wanted Posters. I worked at Hogwarts in 2023 as the Astronomy Professor. My information can all be found in details if you wish to look for it at the Ministry.

The kid they came to see is of my once-a-fling of a woman’s son. The only reason this son is with me is because I have legal custody to watch over him until he graduates Hogwarts, and that he is related to my biological son. So, I suppose I have to say that this unrelated son of mine living in this house is who these kids came to see.

I live at [insert address]. Please knock at my door if you feel so compelled to show up. PS, thank you for the wine, father of Prat.

If you are okay with these kids staying for the remainder of the break, please shoot me an owl back so I know to buy enough food and to buy Elisa enough clothes. Prat is just borrowing clothes from my children.

- Octavius Baird

Octavius walked out of his bedroom rolling up the parchment and grabbing a red ribbon. He walked past the kitchen again, his eyes leading him to believe that it is an absolute necessity to obtain coffee.

He grabbed himself a mug from the cabinets, definitely much higher than Clark could reach, then poured into the mug the coffee he made. He tucked the rolled up parchment loosely in his armpit as he held the mug and walked down the hallway to see if Clark had his owl in his room or if the owl was somewhere else.

Octavius opened the door again, looking around, before pulling his body back out and leaving the door open. He lifted his arm to take a sip and without being aware, the parchment fell onto the ground.

He heard a knock at the door, refusing to leave his room. Now, he might be stupid and lazy but he sure as hell will not be the one responsible for getting himself killed if there happened to be a murderer that went to each door and killed someone. Stranger Danger is a saying after all.

Now, he heard his father talking and he heard his goblin brother's name being said. Right, this had to be one of his friends. As the door to his room was opened by Octavius, as he was showing Prat where he'd stay if he were permitted to, Clark stuck out his tongue at him, making a face that was way too immature for him, something toddlers would do.

He only did so when Octavius was not looking, thinking he'd get the upper hand. He walked over casually to Prat, thinking he's all big shot, when he was really like a foot or so shorter than the giant kid in his room. "Hello... who the hell are you? What the hell do you think you're doing showing up in my goddamn house? You don't belong here." He said sharply and he said flat-out, thinking he was bringing his point across. But he only said so in a hushed and ragged whisper, so that hopefully his own father would not hear him since he was getting the clothes from Simon.

"Hah, at least you don't get to wear my super cool clothes." Clark pulled out pajamas with Spiderman's head in the center of the torso, the majority of the shirt being light gray and the sleeves being long and sky blue. The pajama bottoms he didn't want to bring out were peeking out of the drawer, matching the sky blue color of the sleeves with thousands of Spiderman's own faces up and down the bottoms.

Sure, he was not cool, he only wore what his dad bought him and his dad bought him clothes that fit him, but he felt that at least he was cool... even if his own eyes were deceiving him. "I bet Simon has better clothes, we could match." Oh god, now it sounded like he was trying to make friends. GROSS.

No, he needed to make himself seem repulsive. "I fart a lot in my sleep." Was that enough? Hopefully it was.

@Prat Pass @Elisa Shakestra

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@Clark Baird|@Elisa Shakestra|@Octavius Baird

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Clark snorted. "The Baird Manor is my cousin's house, we're just the Baird Household here. And screw you too! I'm no one's pet! I need dad to move your sleeping spot to the basement where you can sleep uncomfortably as possible in the cauldron, this is not going to work out. You're just going to end up with a snake bite and die of venom." Clark let the last word linger before he spoke again, "whoops." A smile appeared on his face.

He felt a bit offended that Prat would say his clothes were from the toddler section of the shop and he couldn't figure out how to counter, so he tried what he thought he could do, deflect. "At least it's cheaper." Then a question about the spiderman pajamas.

Would he be an idiot if he said what he was going to say, when it seemed that Prat was asking an honest question, no sarcasm or jokes in his voice.. yes. He was. "The toddler section." He replied back, thinking what he said was a cool remark. Nay, it was dumber than candles without the string.

He walked closer to Prat, holding up the pajama shirt. Prat was much too big. Well, Clark wouldn't be able to make Prat look cool then. That's fine, he can look like an idiot. Clark resumed his talking, "Fine, we do not normally shop for clothes in the Wizarding World, finding it to be limited in selections. The muggles are pretty cool, they have a lot more choices so we go shopping there." He wanted to extend an invite for Prat to join the next time they go muggle-store-shopping.

@Prat Pass

Octavius could very much so hear the hushed whispering from Clark's room, the conversation, the walls were thin! They didn't live in a huge manor, they weren't filthy rich. Now, he heard the comment on the pajamas and ignored it, knowing Clark would just make a fool of himself. He heard the comment on sending Prat to the basement, no. Octavius wasn't going to do that.

He just ignored basically everything that came out of Clark's mouth, tired of having to correct such a belligerent and ignorantly behaved kid. He groaned, but perked up, his face brighter than it was a moment ago. "Elisa, can I ask you a question now that Prat isn't sharing the room with you?" He didn't care what her answer to him was going to be as he just proceeded to ask the question. "Do you guys have permission to be here? I have written a letter and I want to make sure you have permission, if not, I will take you guys back." He didn't say anything about the bottle that Prat gave him, knowing he was going to intentionally save it for New Years Eve, as it was coming up in a few days.

"No one is going to see Ernest, I said that already, but if you wish to talk to my other kids, you're free to do so. Clark is in his room right now, as is Simon and Ben. They all might be grouchy so.. if you wish to slap them, be my guest." He said jokingly.

@Elisa Shakestra

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@Clark Baird|@Elisa Shakestra|@Octavius Baird

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It mattered to Clark the difference, because he was well aware that his immediate family was not as rich as his dratted cousin's family.

What the hell was wrong with this giant kid? "Hey, you're a fucking prat." He said, wondering what else he could say to try and counter the degrading comments about him. He spent a second trying to think of a comeback when the final word after mentioning him biting his ankle.. resurfaced in his head. "What the hell do you mean.. me being worried about living down there?"

If Prat was intending on picking him up and locking him behind the basement door. He knew that if Prat did that, he'd get the upper hand. He sighed, there was no point in resuming that section, he didn't want to be locked up behind a wooden door.

"So you do admit it. Muggles are better!" He said, a tone of triumph in his voice, a wild grin plastered on his face.

But he wouldn't linger long on that either, as he would turn away from Prat, staring at his bed, thinking about getting into it before Prat does.

But alas, he didn't even act on his thoughts. Prat got dressed in the space pajamas, and stole his bed. But when he saw Prat in the pajamas, he bust out laughing, tears streaming down his face. "You look like a fucking dork!" He said, but while laughing, his next few words were a bit jagged. "Turn around, I'm changing into different pajamas."

He took his time though, mostly because he had to find it. He wasn't immediately handed one option. He had paw patrol prints, construction truck prints, dinosaur prints, superman prints, batman prints, rocket prints, star prints, and plain ones. He figured he'd wear the batman pajamas because why not? He couldn't look worse than that awful peasant lying in his bed.

Of course, he was trying to decide between three options, [option one: pajamas with black short sleeves and black pants. The shirt has a print of batman's drawn torso], [option two: a hooded onesie with the full comic batman and the black hood with bat ears on it], and [option three: a shirt with neon green short sleeves with a print of a scene from the lego batman movie with the joker. It was paired with neon green shorts or could be paired with blue pajama bottoms that have the batman logo up and down the legs.].

He chose option two, stripping down to his neon green briefs, but again warning Prat to keep his head turned away. "I will summon a snake on you, and no, it will not be me biting your ankle. It will be an asp viper." He put his left leg through the zipper section on the back, standing on one foot. The more he moved his left foot to try and get it through the left leg hole, he put more weight on his left side, and to try and balance it out, he tried to lean back onto the right side, forcing his foot to stand on the tippy toes.

Well, it was a bad idea. He fell backwards with a thud, a glass frame falling off of his shelf and onto his face, the fall knocking the wind out of his chest.

He muttered. "Damn it." He didn't even finish getting dressed. Maybe no one heard him fall hard onto the ground. He pulled his left foot out of his pajamas and threw it onto the ground, now picking up the glass shards.

@Prat Pass