WHO: Andre Jordan and Ethan Jordan
WHAT: The Return of the Prodigal Brother
WHERE: St. Mungo's
WHEN: Whenever the Jordan trio returned!
STATUS: Finishing in comments!



Andre most certainly was not counting the days since he had last heard from his brother. (It definitely was not 68) He was far far too busy for that. After being sick for three weeks, he had a massive amount of work to catch up on. Charts a mess from interns who apparently couldn’t even write properly let alone keep anything organized. He didn’t have time to field the daily floo calls from his mother, asking if he had heard anything new, but he took them anyway. And with each day that passed it was harder and harder to convince their mother that Ethan was just fine, chances were he just lost his journal. Or was overly excited about a find. He forgot about the world when something caught his attention, that was all this was.

The healer didn’t allow himself time to slow down outside the presence of his wife and son, because if he did he would find himself in the first empty room he could find with his head on a desk. Like he currently was. He just had this feeling something was wrong. Andre was sure he would have heard something by now, anything, but there hadn’t been a single hint of where he could be. Just vanished from Istanbul and there wasn’t a single thing he could do about it.

The door creaked open behind him and Andre heaved a large sigh, obviously whoever it was did not know what was good for them. A moment passed, and he could feel the hovering presence behind him. “Can’t you see I am busy,” he bit out not bothering to look up. “Go bug Patil, he is never doing anything.”

Even though he had been cared for, looked after, and basically lived in the lap of luxury for the past two months, Ethan was exhausted. He was tired, he was sore, and he was mentally incapable of being back in London and back to being normal. His time in Jordan had been spent as Larkin’s supposed bodyguard, and with that title he had been sentenced into spending his time with the rest of the soldiers and castle patrol. At first it had been easy, interesting even, being absorbed in the different culture. Ethan had taken his limited liberties into exploring the castle, finding interesting pieces of history and mysterious corridors. He felt a bit like a treasure hunter, and for a while that was enough to keep his attention and mind off of being, in actuality, a prisoner.

Because that’s what it was. Larkin had ‘given permission’ for him to leave, but how could Ethan waltz out of Jordan without knowing the true intentions of the viser? He was magical, hiding under the power of a muggle prince---was that only fishy to him? Was he crazy for being as concerned about the situation as he was? They had been ‘released’ without problem, but who could really have foretold a good outcome?

Though ‘good’ may not be able to describe the stoic manner in which Larkin was behaving. Ethan felt badly for her, and he felt bad for putting pressure on her, but she’d made her choice and hopefully would one day be able to deal with it. Ethan needed a break from the cursebreaker duo of Larkin and Nico, but he was still wary about finally seeing the family that he’d been out of contact with since heading to Istanbul. As he leaned heavily on the frame of of the door, staring at Andre’s back, Ethan wondered if he needed just one more day of rest to prepare himself for the onslaught of anger and worry that was going to erupt from his older brother.

“I suppose I could head back out of the country, if you want,” Ethan said with a shrug, smiling lightly at his brother’s tone. He could always count on Andre to not have changed one bit.

Andre’s breath hitched at the voice behind him. His brother’s voice. He sat up turning slowly in his chair, because if he had heard wrong, if it was really just some stupid intern that had the severe unfortune of sounding like Ethan to his desperate ears, well, He wasn’t sure he was ready for that. He blinked once, then twice as he sat staring across the room at his brother who was seemingly fine. Well enough to smile, like he hadn’t been gone for ages.

But then again he’d seen this before. Just a few weeks ago he was hallucinating his brother all over the place, or his friends. There was the chance that he had worked himself into another fever, no one would really be surprised. Walking across the room, Andre put his hands on either side of Ethan’s face, because he had to be sure, completely positive that he was actually standing there.

Andre had never been so glad in his life to be wrong. Completely wrong. Ethan was standing right here seemingly fine. And he was eighty nine percent certain he wasn’t hallucinating. “Don’t you dare.” He said sharply pulling his little brother into a hug. He let a few moments pass before pulling back, keeping his hands on Ethan’s shoulders, just looking at him. Taking in everything, making sure he hadn’t missed a hidden injury. “Still in one piece?”