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(A.N: For loupylou. powell, who asked for a Lorcan-centric story. I hope you like it!)
Muggles and Ministers
By Silver Sailor Ganymede
"I want to be a muggle when I grow up."
Lysander decided to ignore his his twin and carry on concentrating on the book he was reading. Unfortunately Lorcan didn't get the hint.
"Don't you think it would be fun to be a muggle, Ly?"
Lorcan had perched himself on the edge of Lysander's chair and was staring dreamily at the ceiling. Whenever he got that sort of expression on his face, Lysander knew that he was soon to end up with a rather severe headaches from his brother's ramblings.
"Lor, you do realise that it's not possible for you to be a muggle, don't you?" Lysander sighed, resigning himself to the fact that he wouldn't be able to get any reading done. "And even if you weren't a wizard, you still wouldn't be a muggle. You'd technically be a squib."
"Oh. Ok. Well if I can't be a muggle then I think I'll be a Wrackspurt. Then I'd be able to make people's brains go fuzzy."
"You do that anyway," Lysander muttered. "You're really odd, Lor. I can't believe we're twins sometimes."
"So?" Lorcan shrugged and continued to kick the edge of the chair.
Lysander wondered whether it would be in his best interests to move... but no, he was comfortable there. He would just wait until his brother went away. He had been there first after all.
"Everyone thinks you're odd too."
"They only think I'm odd because they think I'm you," Lysander pointed out.
"Well we are identical."
"No we're not. Your eyes are a shade bluer than mine, my hair's an inch and a half longer than yours, and I have a freckle on my right hand and you have one on your left."
Lorcan giggled, then started to laugh so hard that Lysander could have sworn there were tears in his eyes.
"What is it now?" Lysander sighed.
"You mean I have a freckle on my right hand and you have one on your left," Lorcan replied with a grin. "Can you still not tell left from right?"
"Shut up," Lysander snapped.
"Anyway, we are identical because we're a Loly."
"Is that another magical creature you've made up?" Lysander asked.
"No. Loly. Lo as in Lorcan and Ly as in Lysander," Lorcan explained.
Lysander glared at him. Why couldn't Lorcan just stop talking.
"Why does your name always have to be first?" he asked sulkily.
"Because I'm the oldest."
"No, I'm the oldest. Ask mum."
Lorcan shrugged. "So what do you want to be when you grow up, Ly?"
"Minister for Magic," Lysander replied, somewhat surprised to have heard such a sensible question from his twin.
Lorcan groaned. "How can you possibly be so boring? You sound like Uncle Percy. Maybe you're his son instead of mum and dad's."
Lysander privately wished that was true. At least then he wouldn't have Lorcan talking his ear off and he'd be able to read his book in peace.