new sander bc i rage deleted the other one

Nina Ollivander died. Someone stabbed her, I think? Anyway she left a will to everyone she liked, so that pretty much settles that. 

Love you.

Yeah, he’s pretty sexy in that unwashed-hobo kind of way. 

That's what I like to hear.

He only loves me for my money. 

Promise I won't tell her and that's not going to cut it because Michael Rosier-Henlin is blonde and he's been a thorn in my side since the toddler years.

Your boyfriend is Casanova incarnate. Also, Ashforth hinted that his next detention was going to involve me scrubbing the floors in a thong, so I think that means he’s starting to like me? 

I think that means he's always liked you.

Definitely my hero. Molly Weasley is definitely worth that much. You know what they say. Poignant and savory be her weaknesses…whatever that means. 

Is that your ultra smooth way of saying 'it was horrible and I don't want to talk about it' or is my boyfriend just Casanova reincarnate?

Hey you. 

Yeah, but since I didn't snag a piece in time I had to get this one from Molly Weasley who could've gone all fatal attraction on me at any given second. So basically I'm your hero. I accept payment in blush rash cream.

Wow.

Hey, handsome.

Okay, umm...here goes.

Well if I can j-just get the tears to stop flowing for a minute, I might be able to recite mine. Though it's kind of even more nerve-wracking to try and follow up that. It was probably the more beautiful than anything I've ever heard, read, or seen in my entire life. 

People keep asking me about being nervous. I almost feel bad telling them there’s not even a single butterfly. Except the ones I get when I look at you, but I mean, about actually getting joined. 

I really couldn't have said it better myself and I'm supposed to be the Ravenclaw. Geez, Ti, stop stealing my thunder.

I wanted you to be the first to know that I told Aurelia that I loved her. We kissed. Unless you and Ti were lurking in the bushes, checking up on us. 

Yeah, I already know. We really were lurking in the bushes. But congrats, man. The Glorymander square is complete. Funny how it was almost a Weaslemander square, huh?

I was hoping you’d say that, cause it would’ve been really embarrassing to send all these people home. 

You look hotter.

She’s with someone else, Lys’. And I want to spend this moment with you, just for a bit. I love you. Thanks for always taking care of me. Even when I had Spattergroit, you were there for me all of the way. You’ve always been closeby. And I wouldn’t have it any other way, honestly. Not only are you my twin, but you’re my best friend. I’m not trying to bring you down, I’m trying to uplift you when I say this next.

Y-You're... The best brother anyone could ever ask for. Pure and kind and intelligent and wonderful. I wouldn't have made it all these years without you, it's so hard to put into words just how much you mean to me, Lorcan, I... I love you too. And I've enjoyed every moment I've spent with you. Even when you had spattergroit.

Hey Sander

Do you even have to ask?

Tibalt’s breath caught in his throat as he took in the sight Lysander had unveiled. “Wow,” he breathed, stepping slowly to the tenuously hanging wood door. TI ran his palm along it, felt the rough, splintery wood and the weight of a thousand memories. “I forgot all about this place,” he admitted quietly. His words came out in the hushed voice of someone in a cathedral, in a sacred place. He pulled it open and ducked down to his knees so he could crawl in. 

"I had too, until earlier today. Saw a photograph in your bedroom. Made me lust after old times, even though... Everything I've got now is pretty damn great." Large, thick roots shot out of the tip of Lysander's wand, curling around the figure to keep it from collapsing when they stepped inside. It was funny, how easily magic came to him now. His wand was an extension of his hand, every spell he used one of his own invention. So many had been tabooed during the war that they'd had to improvise a little. He crouched to his hand and knees, crawling inside behind Ti.

LY’S’ AND TIBALT SITTING IN A FORT, K - I - S - S - I N - G. FIRST COMES LOVE, THEN COMES MARRIAGE, THEN COMES A TISANDER BABY IN A BABY CARRIAGE.

...I'm gonna let that pass once, little brother.

“Believe what you want,” Ti said playfully. “Before this, you were the second most gorgeous guy in the world. After me of course. But now…no contest. You’re definitely number one.” Ti waved noncommittally at Gloriana Griffinsnest, smiling wryly at how jealous he had been of her at the Sunrise Ball right after he and Sander had started their relationship. But now, he knew, Lysander was his, all his, and Ti knew that he was spoiled and selfish enough to take unending joy in that knowledge.

If it had been an earlier time in the year, Lysander might have made a crack about Michael Rosier-Henlin making the list. It might've been seemingly playful with an undertone of very serious bitterness. But after the war, after everything he'd been through with the boy whose hand he held in his, he could not imagine a Ti that did not belong to him. Irrevocably, eternally, beautifully his. "That is an argument that you will never, ever win. Not against me, at least." he retorted. Wave after wave of giddiness washed over Sander as he passed all their friends, greeting each with a joyous smile. They'd all come out of it. They were all here to see Lysander's wedding, and all was well.

Ti turned to see Lysander’s face - it had always been like seeing the dawn - and a smile broke out. “Hey sweet-” he began, but too soon, Lysander’s lips were pressed against his, and the gentle thrill sent a shiver running down Tibalt’s back. He thought about where they were standing, and all the times growing up they had stood in this exact same spot. Ti had never dreamed back then that he would be here joining with Lysander, but here they were, two men with one heart, and when he thought about it like that it was too overwhelming. Ti knew he would cry when they exchanged their vows. He didn’t want to start now.

Sander didn't bother suppressing the perceptible shiver that coursed through him upon feeling Ti's soft tumb against the sensitive spot just above his eyebrow. The touch sent tingles racing up and down his everywhere. "That tickles. You know that tickles." the playful admonishment didn't even sound playfully admonishing, he couldn't put anything but joy in the words he spoke that day. "And you have told me. I don't believe it though. I think you're just saying it to make me feel better about it. Honestly, Lord Scamander," he began, hand curving around Ti's waist, "What have I told you about that lip biting?" At the mention of his brother and Aurelia, Sander's grin only widened, and he let out a jovial laugh, nodding in agreement.