Who: Sarah and Berkeley Darcy
Where: Three Broomsticks
What: SURPRISE BROTHER IS HERE
When: Nowish?




It had taken him a month to track down his sister once he put all his effort into it, and once he found out where she was working he was there within the hour. He didn't use magic as much as most wizards did, in fact after school Berkeley went to a muggle college years before joining up in the Air Force as an officer. And he loved it. Flying on a broomstick was nothing like flying an F-16. But what he couldn't stand was the fact that he hadn't seen his sister in over four years. And she stopped returning his owls and letters (because he couldn't very well send an owl from boot camp) two years ago, not that she said much when she did. He always knew that she was somewhere about in England, but he wasn't overly worried because Sarah could take care of herself. It also didn't help that the Air Force had pretty much consumed his life for the past three years. But now there was rumors of a war in England and like hell he was going to let his sister be caught in the middle of that.

He didn't even bother changing out of his flight suit before going to sweet talk his way on the next port key to London, so of course he got stares as he walked down the street of an all wizarding town but he could care less. He was on a mission.

Just because he hadn't seen her in years didn't mean he didn't recognize her the second he walked through the door. "Pardon me, I need to borrow Miss Darcy for just a second." he said to the customers at the table as he grabbed Sarah by the elbow and pulled her along with him. He was fully aware he might get smacked somewhere in the next few minutes but he'd rather take that chance than having her recognize him then bolt before he had a chance to say anything. "Do you have any idea how ridiculously hard it was to track you down? Care to tell me why you've been ignoring me for four years?"

Sarah Darcy liked to think that she was a dreamer, and she was not the only one (everything could be turned into a Beatles lyric, if you tried hard enough). Her time in England had been interesting and fun, even when she ended up going home and crying all night because of blown auditions or not making the last call when it came to a play. She had tried to assimilate as much as possible, hoping not to be stick out like a sore thumb when it came to the crowd. It really hadn't been that hard---the students that came into the Three Broomsticks didn't care about her accent or what school she'd gone to, just if she could get their order right. Her boss was just glad she could hold a tray without tipping it over, and all in all, it got her through the days.

She'd always wanted to travel. Ever since kindergarten she'd wanted to go to far off lands and distant places, and meet princes and princesses, kings and queens. In all the stories she'd read it had always been a place like Hogwarts that had been the center of it all, and when she had first learned of the place in school, it had been her goal in life to go there and see it for herself. Sarah had never been inside the school, in all these years, but she loved living in its shadow, making up the stories of what went on within its walls as she went throughout her days.

Life hadn't been easy, but it definitely hadn't been terrible, so when she was wrenched out of the Three Broomsticks by the brother she had forced herself to avoid, Sarah felt like the entire world she'd managed to create had been shattered into a million pieces.

"Uh---hi?" was all she was able to muster, unable to focus on this very new and unbelievable development in her life. Four years?

"Uh--hi? Seriously Sarah? That's what you have to say after four years." Berkeley looked almost physically pained at the thought. "I know we left off on a bad note but really? You run off to England and never look back? I expected the cold shoulder and I gave you your space. And when half my letters I sent to you from basic were marked returned to sender I shrugged it off as you traveling, but then it was blatantly obvious that you were just ignoring me. So I let you be but now, now I here there's a war going on over here and it's not safe. Come home, Sarah. Let's talk this out like the adults we are now," he pleaded, trying hard to ignore the looked of utter shock on her face. But then again what else should he expect after just showing up like he did.

She blinked quickly, feeling like her eyes had been pried wide open for a decade. Sarah could not believe that her brother was here, in Hogsmeade, in England---This did not make any sense. How was this happening? She'd shot away from home because she didn't want to deal with the mess of her family, or...anything! She just wanted to go, and now that she was here it was hard to think about any regrets she might have had in the first place.

"Berkeley, I---" she still couldn't manage her thoughts. Sarah pushed her hands through her hair as her eyes widened again, completely overwhelmed. Her brother wanted her to come home! Home was---here! This was her home now! She felt a huge pang of guilt as he flung the fact that she'd begun ignoring his letters but it had only been because...she didn't want to feel the need to come home, to make everyone else happy---she didn't want to admit that life here wasn't as perfect as she had wanted it to be, because then her family would have jumped on the chance to use that fact against her. Sarah wasn't tough and strong like her brother, she would have cracked under the pressure to return back to Wisconsin and she didn't want that.

She did not want to go back, and her face grew red at the thought, "You want to talk like adults?" she let out lowly, her eyes searching to see if any of her coworkers had come outside to snoop, "You humiliate me at my job and drag me around like a rag doll and you want to talk like adults?"

Berkeley pursed his lips because she had a point there, but that's just how he was used to doing things now. He really hadn't interacted with anyone outside the military in a while and he was just used to pulling people aside like that. "I was afraid you'd run off if you knew it was me. I didn't know what to expect from you." he said shifting uncomfortably tugging at the sleeves of his uniform. He hated this so much. That one thing that their mother deemed unimportant to tell them til later in life would blow up in such a way that it would ruin their relationship.

"Look we don't have to talk now, since you probably have to go back to work, but I'm not leaving til we do." he said, and idea striking him as he spoke. "In fact I'm not leaving until you come home. I'm not leaving you over her alone while there's a war going on." He'd figure something out with his job. There were US Airmen stationed at bases over here working with the Royal Air Force, he was sure that he could convince the higher ups to approve a transfer for him. He was one of the best after all, and one hell of a smooth talker when need be.

Not--leaving? Until she...Sarah was a smart girl, she was; she missed social cues a lot of the time, but for the most part she was rather intelligent (her boss had repeatedly called her a Ravenclaw, which Sarah thought to be some sort of bird until she learned about the Sorting at Hogwarts!). So hearing her brother state these facts to her as just that, facts, was causing her mind to short circuit, to---to go on the fritz, or completely haywire. This did not make any sense at all! Her life was normal and fine just five minutes ago, and now it was to be completely turned on its head because Berkeley had decided that it was time to come home.

"I am home, Berk," she said. Sarah didn't shout it, or whisper, it was just a statement as if she was commenting on the weather. She looked up at her brother; while her voice was eerily calm, her expression was one of anger and resentment. "There's no going home, I'm---here, I'm home and...you can do what you want, but I'm not going anywhere."

Sarah ducked her head for a moment and realized that she had no desire to tell her brother of her living locations or even to see him again. "I've got to go back to work."

This was home? Thousands of miles from any of her family and she called it home. Well that was just great. But Berk could tell that she wasn't going to budge on this matter. Well fine. That was just fine. He could be just as equally stubborn. He noticed her dismissive tone and if she thought that she was going to get rid of him that easily she had another thing coming. "Alright, alright, I wouldn't want you to get in trouble" he conceded gesturing for her to go back in to the restaurant.
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He then followed her inside and took up residence in a back corner table, folding his arms across his chest and kicking up his feet on the chair across from him. He would just wait for her to get off, she couldn't be on shift for that much longer, and he had all day. So he would just sit here and try not to stew to much of the fact that it seemed like she could care less about him.