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Who: McLaggen Clan + Lt. Darcy
When: last friday?
Where: Commodore McLaggen's house
What: Can you say family drama?
Status: Finishing In comments!



"Oh, good, you boys are finally here. Hurry on up," Colonel McLaggen said, opening the door then promptly turning to lead his sons inside.

"Everything alright?" Tibs asked, giving Finn a worried side long glance as he followed him into the house.

"Of course it is. Why wouldn't it be? Now stop dawdling already, its rude to keep guests waiting," he replied, moving into the next room.

"Oh, I don't know, maybe cause you invited us over out of the blue," Tibs muttered to Finn. "And I thought we were the guests. Who is he talking to?"

Finn watched his father turn away from them without any sort of greeting. Had he...not just won three world cup matches, in their home town? Had the issues of the Daily Prophet (which Finn saw lying on a nearby counter) been different from the one's he'd seen, because he was definitely on the cover of them? Finn bit his tongue and shrugged, determined not to speak until his father mentioned the cup.

He followed Tibs into the dining room, always reverting to the lurking younger brother when he came home. Their mother greeted them with hugs and kisses, which was the norm, and Finn eyed the bloke standing at attention on the other side of the table. Oh, goody, one of his father's favorite fly-boys was joining them. That meant absolutely no talk of magic, whatsoever.

What was his story, again? That he played footy in Scotland? Finn couldn't remember, and decided his game of being mute was just going to have to continue.

"Tiberius! Phineas!" Finn winced at his full name and flushed, "This is Lieutenant Darcy! He's joined a small group of United States Airmen that will be flying under my command, for the Royal Air Force."

"Okay--"

"Lieutenant Darcy, these are my sons, Tiberius and Phineas----Tiberius is a member of the Wizengamot and has passed many laws benefiting the magical world of England, and Phineas plays ball on a broomstick---"

"Quidditch, dad!" Finn let out before he could stop himself and realize what was going on. He blanched, realizing he'd spoken about magic in front of a muggle, but then his father's eyebrows went high, and Finn finally caught up to what was going on. He turned toward Lieutenant Darcy, dumbstruck, "You're a wizard?"

"Whoa! Hey what are you doing?" Tibs said the second the word Wizengamont left his father's mouth, just staring at him because what the hell.

Berk stood up out of habit when the Commodore came back into the room, followed by two other men. He nodded along as the Commodore introduced his two boys. 'Ball on a broomstick?'

"Quidditch?" he asked the same time as his son. He looked over at Phineas when he spoke and just gaped before rounding on the Colonel completely ignoring the question. "You didn't tell me that your son was Finn McLaggen when you invited me over here. He's--I--The World Cup is going on. I'm sure he's busy."

Tibs brows rose as he watched the exchange, because this was beyond weird. "I'm sorry, I'm still confused to why you know all this."

"Well, just because I'm a Wizard doesn't mean I can't be in the Air Force too."

"That's what I've always told them!" the Colonel exclaimed, a huge smile on his face. Finn felt his face contort in shock at the expression, but managed to force anything he may have wanted to say back down his throat. His father had actually managed to find a wizard, acting as a muggle, who had joined the air force? "They were born and raised in the real world, why not do some work there too?"

Finn's shoulders tensed as his mother began to pull out the food for dinner. He wondered how she had always been able to completely ignore anything they were talking or fighting about. Talent, maybe?

"Colonel," he said, finding it weird to hear someone refer to his father at his real rank. Tibs and himself had never been able to call their father anything else, "I've got the National Irish quidditch team waiting for me back at our dorms to talk about game plan, back in my 'imaginary' world of magic--"

"Oy, you said you'd come for dinner, and you're going to sit for dinner!"

Finn felt like stomping his foot like a five year old, "So then stop calling this the real world!"

"But it is!" the Colonel exclaimed, "Your mother and I can't go to all these events and things you two disappear into, so where's the excitement in that! I'm trying to show you that you could live in both if you really wanted to, but obviously you don't!"

His mouth gaped like a fish out of water, and Finn turned to his brother, hoping that Tibs would be able to articulate a better response, because he was ready to slam the door and never come back.

"Hey, hey I'm not going to be some poster boy for muggleborn wizard goes off to school then returns back to work in the muggle world. And if that's why you brought me here then maybe I should leave." Berk bristled seeing exactly where this argument was going. "Both my parents are wizards and I'm pretty sure they think I'm just wasting my life in the Force. The wizarding world is just as real as this one."

"Sit down Phineas. You too, Berkeley. You are not missing out on my dinner because the all knowing Commodore here is jealous you all can fly without planes and he can't."

"Alda I--"

"Hush, Keefer. Let the boys talk. That's why you brought Lt. Darcy over, right, so he could make some friends because he's new to the area and not to throw his occupation in their faces, right." She said putting dinner down on the table giving her husband a meaningful glare.

Berk hesitated before sitting, "It's best to do as she says. She's scarier than the Colonel when she gets like this," Tibs said taking a bite of dinner. "Dinner per usual here at the McLaggen house. But I am curious how it is that a pureblood wizard became a pilot in the Air Force."

"I didn't know what I was getting into. Its a long story." Berk shrugged not wanting to talk about that. After the watching that arguement he really wasn't going to say 'Oh I did it to piss off my dad.' He looked over to Finn planning to change the subject really fast. "Fantastic game against Wales you had."


Even though Finn dropped into his seat the second his mother told him to, he had a great smirk on his face. He did enjoy it when his mother called his father out on being ridiculous, but the times it happened were few and far between. Finn was sure it was because they had a guest that his mother was stopping the impending fight, but he was grateful for it. He really did not need any sort of stress with the second round coming up so soon.

Finn looked up and grinned as Berk started on about the match. He tried to look humble, because as much of an ego he had on the pitch, he was at the dinner table with his family, "Oy, well--we wanted to get it done as quick as possible, to save energy for round two."

He nodded, jabbing his fork into the food, "I didn't think they followed quidditch too closely in the States," he said, "But I've never understood quodpot, so..."

"Well I was never one to follow the norm. Besides Quidditch is far more exciting. It's just harder to follow in the States because no one broadcasts it unless its the Cup or a major match or something." Berk said taking a bite of his dinner, which was amazing. It had been far too long since he's had a home cooked meal.

"So what brings you across the pond? Isn't it unusual for just single person to transfer rather than a whole unit?" Tibs asked curious. This Darcy dropped the subject of him joining rather fast for his liking. And it was all very odd that it just so happened that their Dad ran across a wizard, pureblood at that, who was playing Air Force. If it weren't for his accent he'd even question the fact that he was actually american. For all he knew it could be a Death Eater who cunfunded someone at the base to make them think he was really an officer. "What is it you do again?"

"I pilot an F-16" Berk said sitting up a bit straighter. "And my sister moved over her four years ago after she graduated and I haven't seen her since. So I thought I should try to transfer over so I could be closer to her. Family's important you know."

"Family is definitely important," Finn said with a nod, as he was reminded of a good thing he'd brought into the evening, "Ma! I've got new pictures of Lulu for you!"

Alda McLaggen cooed loudly as Finn pulled out the envelope of pictures of his kids, and grinned as his mother squealed with delight at the sight of her grandchildren. It wasn't something Finn ever imagined himself doing; sitting at the dining room table with his family, sharing baby pictures? No way! Maybe they needed his mother to shut his father up more often.

Finn listened carefully as Tibs interrogated the new guy, and watched the volley of conversation bounce across the table, "F-16?" Finn said, letting out a whistle of appreciation, "If I hadn't been any good on a broomstick, I sure as hell wouldn't have minded flying one of those."

He chanced a glance toward his father, who looked startled by the information, "How long you been flying?"

"Oh for about two years now. Training is a bit more intense. For some reason they seem to want to make sure you know what you're doing before they let you take up one of their toys. They were going to stick me in a Tom Cat but I said no way. I wasn't going to get up at zero-dark-thirty for the rest of my life just to fly a 14. Just amazed them with my natural skill in flight school and suddenly they didn't want me in the cockpit of anything other than the Falcon. I'm surprised, with you dad as commodore and all, that you haven't gone up for a flight yet. Every year they get a little more lenient with who they let go up backseat, and you have more pull than most." Berkeley always did get more excited once talking about his planes. "And I wasn't worth a dime on a broomstick. Broke my arm when I was ten trying to figure quidditch out with my sister. Never did get any better."

Tibs just scowled as Berk talked, oh he thought he was clever using Air Force slang, still didn't prove nothing. And then Finn went and started pulling out pictures of his kids, with this stranger just sitting right there. If this guy turned out to be anything other than who he said he was they were just handing over all sorts of information for him to use against them. He listened to them talk for a little while longer before interrupting. "Finn." he said putting down his napkin and standing up. "I just remembered something I need to tell you. Can I talk to you for moment in the other room."

"Now Tiberius we just started eating, don't be rude." Alda said taking a moment to look up from the pictures of Lulu.

"Sorry ma, It'll just be a minute, it's important." Tibs said walking out of the dining room. 'Is he always so up on the governor?' he over heard Berk ask before Finn joined him.

"I don't think it's such a good idea to be sharing so much information with this guy. We have no idea who he is."