Narrative!
Who: Broadmoor Brothers!
What: Brotherly bonding...haha...not really
When: Sunday Morning
Where: Kendall's place
Kendall rubbed his eyes as he made his way to door, wishing with every step that the incessant knocking would go away. Who on earth would be at his door at seven in the morning on a Sunday? They had won their game the day before and went out and celebrated in true Kestrel style. He was pretty sure he only managed to crawl into his bed four hours before.
“Merlin’s beard, I’m coming.” he hollered making his way through his living room. “Can I help---” he started swinging the door open, but stopping mid sentence when he saw who was standing there.
“Hey there, Kenny Boy.” Karl said to his dumbstruck little brother as he pushed passed him walking into Kendall’s flat. “Long time no see.
“I didn’t say you could come in
Junior” Kendall said gesturing to the still open door, hoping that he would take the suggestion to just turn around and
leave. There was a perfectly good reason Kendall hadn’t talked to him since he was traded to the Kestrels. Mostly because Karl was a douche and Kendall couldn’t stand being around him.
Kendall never measured up to the golden standard Karl had set (sorted into Slytherin, played for the Falcons before trading to be Captain for the equally brutal Heidelberg Harriers) and he certainly did his best to never let Kendall forget it. “That doesn’t bother me nearly as much as you think it does.” he said sitting on the couch and kicking his feet up on the coffee table.
“What are you even doing here?” Kendall asked shutting the door with a bit more force than necessary. “Last time I checked you didn’t even know where I lived.”
Karl rolled his eyes. “It wasn’t like you were difficult to find. Besides, you should learn to keep in touch better. Mother worries.”
“She does not, I write plenty.”
“Father is concerned.”
At that Kendall out right laughed. “Don’t patronize me. He is not, hasn’t even bothered to speak to me since I traded to Kestrels.”
“There we go, the reason I’m here. Those rumors they are posting aren’t rumors. Falcons want you back, and you can keep your
seeker position. How about you stop with this nonsense and take them up on their offer.”
Kendall fumed. How dare he come into his house and tell him his career, his
life was nonsense. Just because he wasn’t beater, or didn’t play for the Falcons or some equally violent team, didn’t mean it was nonsense. “You can leave now.”
Karl got up from his seat on the couch. “When are you going to stop being a selfish petulant brat? You proved your point. Ickle Hufflepuff Kendall can stand on his own. But this is getting ridiculous. Do you see what they are saying about the Kestrals? Team full of immature kids. And you are supposedly dating that beater...”
“I
am dating Felicia.”
“Seriously? You could do---”
“I suggest you stop.” Kendall said his hands curling into a fist.
“No. I won’t stop. You are making a mockery of our family name with all--” Karl didn’t get to finish his sentence as this time as Kendall cut him off by punching him in the face. Which was a terribly stupid idea, as Kendall was terrible at punching and breaking his hand was probably the worst thing he could do. As he was shaking out his hand, his brother returned the favor, causing Kendall to almost lose his balance. Ah, another reason he tried avoiding to punch his brother, he always lost those fights.
“You can go.” Kendell said tersely rubbing his face after a few moments of silence. “You came, and made your point. You and dad don’t approve. And I don’t care.”
“Fine. I’m leaving. At least I got you to punch me in the face this time.” Karl said with a small laugh and Kendall just stared at him.
“Was that a goal of yours?”
“It was the most Broadmoor thing you’ve done in the last five years.”
“Then why the hell did you punch me back?”
“Like hell I was just going to let you punch me in the face and let it go. Are you stupid?” Karl said looking at him like he clearly thought he was. “Remember, Falcons deal, on the table. Think it over.” He said slipping out the door leaving Kendall to sink on the couch. This was his life.
