—𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 —𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐤𝐢𝐞𝐬? ——date. [ 12/29/23 ]—— word count. [ 640] ——tag. [ @rebecca lark ]

Ulysses had been waiting for this day since he arrived back at home at the Drake residence with a mother who deemed Uly as a worthy son after just a little adjusting of his attitude. He was certain that there was going to be all kinds of pureblood parties, get-togethers, and genuine drag fests that his dad and three brothers were going to get dragged into but today was for Perseus and Uly! His Dad often had a big work trip once a year where he was gone for a month or two. And with the trip coming up in February where he'd be completely off the grid focused on his work with dragons, Percy tried to spend time individually with all of his kids. That's why when he found out that the Montrose Magpies were going to face the Appleby Arrows in London, he immediately bought tickets for his oldest son who lived and breathed the Magpie mantra since he could remember. Uly even had a Quidditch jersey of the beater for the team, the black and white uniform and black war paint had been on since before breakfast.

" Someone's eager this morning. " Perseus finally made his way downstairs still in his pajamas, the older man yawning and shaking the sleep from his bones as he kissed his wife good morning on the head and offered little greetings to each of his children with a playful messing of their hair or a light jab to the corner before he poured himself a mug of coffee and made himself a plate of breakfast as the Drake family began typical conversation of what Bea would be up to for the day, a whiny plead to join Uly and Percy on their boy's day alone and a mean stare from Uly to his dad. " Are you going to change into your jersey? " The newly anointed teenager had begun the sprouts of puberty and the change of his childish features beginning to shift.

" Ulysses Nathaniel Drake, when have I ever let you down? " Percy asked in jest, looking at his son as though he should've known better. " I have it all ready, i'll get ready after Breakfast and we can floo powder right to the stadium. We're in one of the boxes, Grandpa Rose has season passes so you can thank him properly when we see him in a few days, right? " A stern look, ensuring that despite them having more than enough that his children would know thanks and gratitude for all that was built for them to thrive.

" Yes, i'll thank Grandpa and Grandma when I see them. Can we get going already? They have these new Magpie beanies that I really want. " Bea had decided to keep quiet, her looks were more than enough to convey her thoughts to her husband as she would be with Atticus and their little brother. She still loved her Hufflepuff, even if she felt immense hurt that he hadn't been placed in Slytherin.

In a matter of an hour, Percy and Uly had been ready to go and when his father took out their bowl of floo powder, Uly had done this dozens of times and felt his body vibrating in excitement as he readied himself before saying " London Quidditch Stadium. "

Ulysses felt the magic engulf him wholly and in a matter of seconds he was at the stadium with the other attendees pouring in as well. Percy appeared behind him as they made their way to the box, something they were used to doing while enjoying Quidditch games.

After forcing Percy to stand in line for 30 minutes, they both entered their sky box and Uly's eyes widened at the views and the space before he noticed a familiar figure in the corner.

" Oh, hey. I wasn't expecting you to be here too. "

" Percy Speaking. " / " Uly Speaking. "

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