Athena had invented a new drinking game, one designed especially for her brother. He had been keeping to himself lately, a bit too much in both her and Jayden's opinion. But despite how many times they chided him for it or told him to stop acting like a recluse and spend time with the people who actually loved him he just rolled his eyes and began his moping process over again. She never would have thought that her brother was capable of being so sappy. He'd always seemed so much stronger than this. Her awesome big brother, capable of destroying all the bad things in the world with a glare. But now, he was nothing like that not where it counted.
Sure, he put on a false bravado on occasion, pretending to be happy around family but she could see through it. She was his little sister, the one person who had spent her whole life looking up to him. She'd memorized his every move by the time she was twelve, it had been the greatest accomplishment of her childhood. So of course she knew that he was still feeling off. It was a natural part of her. Just as natural as fixing a car or falling off a horse and getting back up again. As natural as a swim on a warm summer day. And just as easy as flying.
Athena wanted her brother back, warts and all. She missed his crassness, his vulgarity. She even missed his former manwhorey ways, well not exactly. She didn't miss almost walking in on him with other women on an almost daily basis. So she'd invented a new drinking game, one that her brother could play solo if he chose. She called it drunken solitaire, a game that was originally designed for solitary playing, only now whenever he lost he could take a couple shots, that way losing wouldn't be so bad.
She wondered if there was some possibility to entice him, not to play the game but to have a few drinks with her, just for old times sake. So with a shaky hand, she reached out for the door and screamed," GAVIN FUCKING CLARK YOU BETTER OPEN THIS FUCKING DOOR RIGHT NOW OR I'M GOING TO HUFF AND PUFF AND BLOW THIS DOOR DOWN!" Of course this led to several doors in the staff ward to open and a total of ten points being taken away from Gryffindor all by then time her brother actually opened said door.
"Merlin fucking hippogriffs Gavin, you couldn't have opened up before I lost the house points could you?"
Gavin knew he had been pathetically anti-social. He told himself it was just because the year was wrapping up, but frankly a lot of things just bothered him now. The worst part was the two people he was closest two were happy, and he was glad for them, but he felt like the downer. For the first time in his life he was painfully aware of the love other people had. And instead of just feeling fucking great for them he felt sorry for himself. He had no intention of inflicting that upon others, so he simply did not see them much at all.
That was, until a childhood friend had gotten ahold of him He was a muggle that had grown up down the street from the Clarks and Gavin and him had been pretty close. Not as close as he and Jayden had been, but when he heard his friend was back in town he actually made the effort to see him. It helped that the two were basically clones of one another, both single, and both very pro getting drunk. The night had ended with Gavin going home with some waitress. He had only made it back to the school a few hours before.
Before his sister came knocking that was. He decided to change out of clothes that reeked of beer and were covered in…glitter? Maybe the girl wasn’t a waitress so much as a stripper. Maybe Gavin had too much to drink. But he was never one two deny his little sister, no matter what. So he answered the door, half in a new t-shirt that he finished pulling over his head as she questioned him.
“You couldn’t have kept from screaming?” He flashed her a patronizing smile. “I’m older, but I’m not deaf.” But Athena certainly wouldn’t be Athena if she didn’t make some sort of grand entrance. “Get in here before you tarnish my good house’s name anymore.” It wouldn’t matter how old Gavin got, he would always be a proud Gryffindor.
He tried to inconspicuously brush glitter off of his jeans as he shut the door behind his sister. He had to admit he was glad to see Athena. Despite living within the same space he felt like he saw her the least. “To what do I owe the pleasure?” He asked, throwing himself back on his bed, leaning against the wall.