Isaac Johansen

Isaac had been putting this moment off for far too long, but the Diagon Alley Festival was coming towards an end and the heavens had opened up on Levi, Isaac and Deven as they had sat on the side of the River Thames with a couple of boxes of Pizza stacked between them. They had fled and headed towards the nearest shelter which had happened to be Isaac's father's apartment. He knew that his dad was out of town for a while and didn't think he'd be back anytime soon, flipping open the door he paused for a second and checked no one was home before kicking into the apartment grinning. "This is home I guess," he said with a smile.

Levi carried the pizza's while staying right behind Isaac and following him into the house. He looked around his immediate surroundings and gave a nod. "It's nice." Truth be told, Levi had a box of delicious Italiano food just for himself. The jock had to keep up his intake. Levi set the food down on a table and looked around. "You got a bathroom I can use, Isaac? Been holding it in for a while," he said, a bit embarrassed.

Deven stared at Levi, before rolling her eyes. "No actually, he doesn't have a bathroom. Everyone just pisses out the windows." She looked around, curious,"Yeah. It's pretty cool here." Deven began to wander around a bit, looking over all the things in the apartment. She sat down at the table finally,"So this is your dad's place?"

Isaac nodded and smiled gently, "You're right Deven, this is an unsanitary place where we all piss out of windows," he laughed and shook his head, "It is the third door on the left and try not to make a mess, well more of a mess than there already will be," he shook his head and smiled gently, "This is my dad's place, not as good as my mother's place but that is because it is my dad's place and he doesn't really, well clean up I guess."

Levi narrowed his eyes at Deven and flipped her off before taking the directions and using them. First door . . . second door . . . third door! Levi did his business and came out looking much happier than before. He caught the last bit of what Isaac had said. "Cleaner than my dad keeps his office space. Cleaner than our Hippogriff's pen. Looks like it just needs some dusting in here . . . and some other things. It's nice though." He opened up the box and took out a slice of pizza.

Deven laughed at Levi flipping her off, she enjoyed his presence now more than she had ever before, she'd like to think they were friends at least a little bit. "Do men ever actually clan up after themselves?" She said a little amused,"Even my father lets our cleaning staff take care of his messes, and he typically does everything for himself." She shrugged,"Still a nice place anyway. Even if it is a tad messy."

Isaac had decided to keep them out of the kitchen and the father's room, that would stop them from seeing the sides stacked with empty beer and liquor bottles. "My dad used to clean up for himself, then mum and him..." he trailed off and stopped talking shaking his head, "whatever lets just eat pizza," he said flipping open the door to his father's tiny balcony and ushering his friends onto the small table and chairs that were out there, the rain pattered down upon the street below and he took a seat staring out into the rain. "Thanks, it isn't great but I guess it is home."

Levi looked a sympathetically at Isaac. He knew that it wasn't easy for him to talk about his parents, and usually never brought it up. "You know Isaac my boy misses you," he told him, the boy being his hippogriff. "Deven do you like Hippogriffs? We should go to my families summer home," He stopped and cleared his throat. "I mean just my home. You can meet mine." Levi cursed himself. Since the divorce Levi didn't stress his families bit of wealth.

Deven saw his discomfort with the conversation and decided not to bring it up any farther. She didn't feel bad for him, but knew how hard it was to talk about family when they weren't as great as other people's were. She looked away Isaac and stared at Levi,"You have a hippogriff?" She asked him dumb founded,"Dude, shit I want to meet your fucking hippogriff." While Deven's family did have wealth, it was mostly her grandfather's money. He had bought her family their house and anything he mother made on her own went to her collection of Dark objects.

Isaac had never found the wealth of others to be something that was awkward, he was happy with his life and he was independent on his own, he could look after himself after all and he didn't need money to be happy. "Levi is ​rich​." He smirked and shook his head gently before reaching into his pocket and pulling out a cigarette, lighting the straight he smiled lightly and slipped it in his mouth before lighting it and dragging heavily on it. "Levi's parents are like ridiculously rich," he said with a chuckle.

Levi shrugged and leaned back in his chair, smirking and scratching his cheek. He responded to Isaac's statement. "Not ​rich rich​ but we have money." Levi looked to Deven. "The Karistan family made their name and money with breeding and selling Hippogriffs. But it's almost a right of passage to raise your own. My father, sister and I all have our own. Isaac, remember what you did to the fountain last summer?" He grinned and chuckled at the memory. "Should you, Deven, become just as cool as us, which you probably will, then you'll definitely be joining us for a trip to our family house."

Deven grinned,"That's really cool. I didn't know that you could breed and sell hippogriffs, I mean I guess I should have known, my grandfather used to own one. That's really awesome, though, that's a cool tradition to have. Proving yourself by raising a hippogriff, shit I wish I could do that." There weren't many traditions in her own family, but the ones they did have weren't very savory. "Dude, really? That's amazing, I'd love that." She was grinning ear to ear, the idea of actually having friends who wanted to bring them on a trip, even just to a family home, was amazing to her.

Isaac slipped backwards in his chair, stretching his long gangly legs outwards and crossing them over each other, sucking down another drag from his cigarette he let a puff of smoke escape from between his lips and hover in front of him for a second before it disappeared into the rain. "I don't know about you guys but hippogriffs aren't nearly as cool as dragons, Leviathan why don't you raise dragons instead of hippogriffs?" he asked with a gentle smile, "if you get a chance to go and see Leviathan's summer home make sure that you don't break his fountain, that was really embarrassing."

Levi clicked his tongue and shook his had. "I'm gonna fuck you up so badly when I turn seventeen. Just a few more weeks, Isaac." He took another bit of pizza and wiped his mouth messily. "We don't raise fucking dragons because my ancestors decided it would be cooler to raise winged horses with eagle heads, you fucker. 'Sides, why don't your family raise unicorns?"

Deven laughed at the two of them,"If his family tried to raise dragons, they would have died out by now. Hippogriffs aren't as cool, but they do certainly have a higher success rate." She shook her head at the two of them, grinning,"I doubt we'd know you if your ancestors decided to breed dragons."

Isaac was about to make a comment about the ridiculousness of the idea of his parents rasing dragons when he heard the front door creek open, flicking his cigarette away he walked to the balcony door to see his father enter the house, turning to Deven and Levi he gave them an incedibly ​fake​ smile and spoke quickly, "stay here ok, I'll be back in a second," before stepping inside his house, "Dad what are you doing here? You're meant to be Copenhagen for a week?" he said demanding an explanation from his father.

Levi nodded to Deven. "My family is great but I don't know if we could bring up dragons." The wizard turned his head at the sound of the door. He gave a short nod to Isaac and munched some more on the food. "So am I the only one going to be eating here," he asked to her. "Come on I'm gonna feel like a loser if I eat anymore."

Deven didn't look over her shoulder at him, nodding along with Levi. "I don't think my family could bring up dragons and that is saying something." She nodded her head,"I can only eat a little without making myself sick. Don't know why, but I can really only eat two slices of pizza at most. Sorry, but you already are a loser, so it won't be any worse." She told him, jokingly

Isaac looked at his dad who slumped through the door, he had clearly been drinking. "Isaac," he said slurring his words, "I think it is time that we really talked about this world," his words were long and drawn out and the tempo uneven, it was barely past midafternoon and his father already stunk of vodka. "Dad how much have you had?" Isaac demanded maybe a bit too loudly, "You need to go to bed, Levi and Deven are here and you don't want them seeing you like this," his father's eyes were lit up with a flash of anger before he threw open the doors to the balcony and leered forward at them, "So you must be Isaac's friends who he hides from me."

Levi turned back to the closed off inside and frowned. "Did you hear Isaac?" Only a moment later the doors were forced open and a man staggered out. Levi gulped and straightened his back. "Mr. Johansen? Yeah, I'm Levi Karistan." He stood up and walked up to Isaac's father, putting his hand out. Levi could smell the alcohol on his breath and coughed, looking down. "It's nice to meet you."

Deven looked up at the commotion and stared at the man in front of her. She had not expected that man to be Isaac's father, she didn't know what she pictured, but it was not a stumbling drunk man. She stood as well, watching him with narrowed eyes. "I'm Deven Balli." She turned to Levi,"Perhaps it's time for us to go?" She asked him, wanting to allow Isaac the privacy to handle his father.

Isaac pulled his father back and sighed and shook his head, "Dad get a grip," he muttered to himself. Pausing for a second he looked at his friends, his eyes full of unspoken apologies and guilt. "You've had too much to drink and you just need to calm down, these are my friends but we're all very busy and that is why you haven't met them before, though you've met Levi before, he was round a couple of years back in the old house..." he trailed off, his father looked at them and staggered backwards, crowing and cackling drunkenly. "He never brings people round, you two must be incredibly special to warrant coming over," his father cackled, "you don't need to go anywhere, we can all stay and have fun together, can't we Isaac?"

Levi had no motivation to leave. He wasn't gonna leave Isaac alone with his father. The man couldn't even remembering having met Levi, which was more than awkward. He wouldn't be disrespectful though. "If Isaac wants us to go . . . we will." He looked to his friend Isaac, hoping he would be smart enough now to tell them to get out, because that would require Levi hiding out in the house and waiting to talk to Isaac, or help him . . . "I'm still kind of hungry."

Deven felt her lip curl, feeling annoyed and disgusted with the man, but she calmed herself once again. She had to remind herself not to say anything dumb, it wouldn't help the situation. "I actually only recently became friends with your son. He is helping me with schoolwork. You have quite the smart son, sir." She hoped her words would calm the drunk man some. She smiled tightly at him,"If Isaac is alright with it, then I will stay, but that's up to him, isn't it?"

Isaac balled his fists up angrily, his dark hair falling down in front of his eyes and his knuckles turning paler by the second that they were closed on themselves. He took a deep breath and tried to steady himself and his nerves, "Dad they're going and you're going to bed," he shook his head, this was getting out of hand, this was the man that he had once looked up to, the man who had once been everything to him and now he couldn't go a day without being blind drunk before three in the afternoon, it was shameful. "We're going, come on guys." He left the remainder of the pizza on the table and headed for the front door.

Levi felt incredibly awkward and was hoping Isaac's father would just leave. Apparently Isaac didn't want that though. Before darting past Mr. Johansen, Levi grabbed a pizza box and put the slice he was eating in his mouth. He stayed in step with his friends and frowned -as much as he could have with a hanging slice of food in his mouth- while they left the house. Levi was glad however to get away from that smell. "I'm sorry about that, Isaac. Are you alright, man?"

Deven glared daggers at the man as she walked past him. "You should listen to your son more often," She whispered as she made it into the apartments inside. She made it to the guys quickly and walked outside of the apartment with them, she watched Isaac carefully, trying to make out that he was alright without asking out front. "Well, that could have been far worse." She said with a shrug of her shoulders.

Isaac was fuming, his fists were still balled up and he had already lit another cigarette, sticking it into the corner of his mouth he sucked in the smoke and pushed his floppy dark hair out of his eyes for the umpteenth time. "Far worse? That couldn't have gone any worse," he said pacing back and forwards, it was the middle of the afternoon but somehow this part of town was pretty deserted, he paused for a moment and looked at Levi shaking his head furiously. "No, I'm not alright, not in the slightest am I alright, that piece of shit ..." he went silent a moment later. Pausing he twitched nervously and sighed gently once more. "I'm sorry you had to see that."

Levi looked from Isaac to Deven and back. "Just, calm down, alright man? We're not judging, we don't care. Everyone has parts of their families that are shitty. He shouldn't have done that, it was wrong and he's a jackass." Levi gripped Isaac's shoulder. "But you don't need to be getting pissed off. It's not worth it. Right Deven?"

Deven nodded,"Yes it could have been way worse. Look I don't think either of use really give a shit. You know far too much about me and my family to think that I would actually care about that little thing back there. Yes, it fucking sucks and I don't get how much it sucks, but it was his fault not yours." She took a deep breath,"Like Levi said, just calm down. I know it's hard, especially when something like this happens because of a parent, but nothing is going to fix what just happened." She lifted her arms and kind of made a large circle,"Just breathe, big breaths." She felt like she was ten again, trying to calm down her brother after one of his and her mother's arguments

Isaac shook his head and swore once more. "He is a drunken piece of shit and I have had more than enough of his shit," he shuddered, thinking back to the encounter, "That was not something that i wanted you guys to find out about or even ever experience and for that I'm really truly sorry." He paused and ran a hand through his hair all over again. "Fuck I've got to go back and make sure that he doesn't drown in a puddle of his own sick," he said with groan, "I'm sorry I'll hang out with you guys later or something," he said with a groan as he started walking away.

Levi stood there, more than shocked. He understood that Isaac had to go. But now what would he and Deven do? "See ya man," he said quietly. "So . . ."

Deven watched him go. "Uh.. Just text me or something if you need me. And if you want help next time or something." She called after him. "Yeah... I don't know." She whispered to Levi.

Isaac stumbled through Diagon Alley festival, grinning at the performers and talking to anyone who he could manage to, they had made it to three pubs including the Leakey Cauldron and they were at the point where everything was fuzzy and pleasant. Grinning Isaac leaned forward and wrapped an arm around Quentin and a second arm around Levi, they continued down the street with the rest of the partiers who were enjoying the festivities and they were about to enter their next pub when Isaac bumped into Deven.

Deven was about to swing at the person who just bumped into her. Her cousins had dragged her to the festival and ditched her to meet with their significant others. "What the fuck, dude?" She turned around quickly, snarling at Isaac. "Oh shit, what are you doing here?" She asked somewhat relieved to see people she knew and somewhat tolerated.

Levi had been snickering a lot. Everything seemed to be extremely hilarious. While the weed had made him calm and very curious over the details of things, alcohol made him rowdier, more clumsy, and definitely more adventurous. He'd made comments to a few men and even a women, which earned him a well deserved slap on the head. Now with his friends walking down the street, Levi was staying close so that he didn't get hit once again. Seeing Deven only made him chuckle. "Hey," hiccup, "Devon."

Quentin wasn't exactly sure how he was staying upright. They'd already been to several pubs and he knew for a fact that most of this night was going to be a blur. It didn't surprise him in the slightest when they bumped into someone, but the person whom they'd bumped into was a surprise. "Deven!" Quentin exclaimed, grinning ear to ear. "How's my faaaaavorite little Gryffindor, eh?"

Isaac was probably the most sober and least intoxicated of the three of them, which was a surprise as usually he went extremely hard and then much later on in the evening he went home. But tonight he was running the show and he wanted to give his best friend a really good time. That meant that he had to stay relatively conscious throughout and so he avoided as much as he possibly could. "Deven!" he exclaimed grinning jovially, "We are currently on a birthday celebration pub crawl!" He grinned happily and laughed. "And it is Diagon Alley Festival!"

Deven gave them a small smile,"Hello, Levi." She decided it was best not to pick a fight with him while he was as intoxicated as he seemed to be. She couldn't hold in a laugh at Quentin,"I'm good, but you seem to be having a better time than me." She was glad to see that Isaac was at least a little sober,"I'm assuming that it's Quentin's birthday? He seems to be the drunkest of the lot."

Levi looked between the three of them all and smacked his lips together. The boy was incredibly parched. "Quentin is an amazing lad. Look at him. Look at his face. He's as brilliant as he is . . . tall!" Levi stared with his eyes wide at Deven. "You should join us! A fellow Gryffindor to help us out. You can help us have even more fun. Come on."

Quentin smacked Levi upside the head. "You dolt, she's fucking fifteen! You can't...you can't give a fifteen year old booze! Chrissake, mate." He scolded, looking between the three of them. "She can tag along, absofuckinglutely, but no booze. No booze for the wee one." He pointed a shaky finger at Deven. "I don't want to get in trouble. Not on my birthday."

Isaac sighed and laughed at Levi. They had been drinking together since they were sixteen and Quentin wasn't wrong to say that they shouldn't risk it. "Come on!" Isaac moaned gently, "Lets go to the next pub!" With that they were off, pushing through the crowd towards their last pub before they headed off to hear the live music performed. Isaac paused before the door of the Princess and the Frog and gestured. "Our next venue!" he crowed.

Deven sighed, she wasn't gonna ruin the dude's birthday by getting drunk in such a public place, but she wasn't exactly thrilled with being the only sober one out of the bunch. She felt a little weird walking into a pub, but didn't argue. "Some how you all seem to find me while you're getting fucked up."

Levi frowned a little before another smile broke out. "Buuut once you're sixteen you can drink with us, because that's how old I am and look at me. You can be like me in a year, possibly!" His stupid grin went to all three students while they entered into the new bar. New heavy smells hit and light music was drowned out by the festivities.

Declan had been inhabiting the bar more often than usual as of late. With more shifts at St. Mungo's came more frustration which led him to partake in stress release at more frequent intervals. As the group of youths entered the establishment, he lifted his head and was relieved to see that he knew these ones. Trailing their path as they made to their table he debated whether or not her should join them.

Deven grinned at the guys, enjoying their antics, but agreeing with Isaac. "You shouldn't yell that, but yes in November, I will be joining you I think." She laughed a little, taking the pumpkin juice and thanking him quietly. She looked around the bar, catching Declan's eye and waved at him.

Quentin lifted his shot glass and let out a hearty bellow before downing the contents it held, wincing at the burning sensation creeping down his throat. It seemed that regardless of how drunk he was it wasn't enough to numb the pain of drinking alcohol. It wasn't like that would stop him though. "Seventeen years and seventeen more!" He said, grinning at his friends and barely taking notice of Declan.

Isaac nodded and downed his shot alongside his friends, grinning he shook his head and laughed before looking at all the people in the pub with them. He was about to reach for his next shot when someone stumbled, tripped and shattered a glass that went all over the table.

Levi blushed and lowered his head, whispering a messy, low ​sorry​ to them before snickering again. He patted Quentin's back and looked behind him at the sound of a girl whistling. In his turn around, Levi saw the broken glass and frowned.

Deven sighed loudly,"Move, I'll clean it up." She began to pick up the pieces carefully, but missed a piece and sliced her hand by accident. "Fuck fuck fuck. Oh shit." She didn't know what to do with the broken pieces, so she placed them on a napkin by her drink. She held her other hand over the cut, watching the blood seep out. "Shit. Ow, holy fuck."

Isaac shook his head, twirling his wand through his fingers and grinning gently. "Don't worry Dev," he said slightly tipsily, "I can heal that all right up without any problem." He reached into his coat and whipped out his wand before whispering a long incantation underneath his breath and pointing his wand at the wound, but he fucked up and rather than the wound knitting together nicely like it should the edges of the flesh simply turned a deep fungus green and began to let of a putrid stench, wincing he swore, "Shit..." he muttered embarrassed and ashamed by his drunken failure.

Deven stared at her hand and then began to freak out,"What the fuck did you do? My hand is like fucking rotting!"

Isaac blinked a few times and shook his head, "Shit, I'm so sorry..." he trailed off and shook his head over and over again, "I can fix it, I promise I can fix it, just let me try and fix it again please. But I promise I can definitely can fix it."

Levi stared wide-eyed at Deven's hand and gagged. "Deven . . . you look ill."

Declan wasn't entirely surprised that the teens had managed to find their way into some mischief. A sigh later, he was striding over the inebriated crowd. "Isaac, don't try anything again unless you want her to lose her whole hand." Her inspected Deven's hand closely before taking out the pouch, charmed with an Undetecable Extension Charm, he kept his medical supplies in. "Alright don't move, Deven."

Isaac slipped his wand back into his pocket and returned to his seat besides Deven, he couldn't speak from the guilt the wracked through him, his decision of what came in the future was not certain yet and though he had considered mediwizardry he was quickly wondering if he were cut out for that job.

Levi looked to Isaac and slapped his arm. "Nice one mate. That's one way to get a girl."

Declan handed one of the shots to Deven. "Yeah you're gonna actually wanna take this because this'll most likely hurt like hell."

Isaac punched Levi hard on the arm, "She is two years younger than me you piece of shit," he muttered with a shake of his head. "Deven I'm so sorry, I really fucked up and I owe you big time," he paused, his voice cracking under the emotion, "mate I am so fucking sorry, so fucking sorry, I'm.... I'm.... I'm fucking sorry."

Deven stared at the shot and picked up,"Cheers, boys." She said, for once trying to keep the air a little more light hearted. She took it quickly, a slight grimace on her face, but gave Declan her hand. She looked at Isaac,"It's fine. Declan's here, I'm not dying and you were trying to help. Just, just chill right now. This'll be a story to tell later," She told them with a weak laugh. She felt a little weird being the calm one in the situation, but she felt there was time to yell at some other point.

Declan poured some of the leftover hard alcohol onto the open wound. "That'll clean it up a bit. Also, the green isn't anything too bad. It's just rotted the skin a bit at the edges. Once I cut around it a bit I can sew you back closed." Declan motioned for Deven to place her hand on the nearby table and brandished a minuscule scalpel he'd removed from his bag.

Levi frowned and shook his head, looking away from the scene. Leave it to Isaac to nearly take a girls hand off and break a glass. Had anyone working seen it happen? Hopefully not. Someone would have to clean that up. He looked back at Deven and pursed his lips. What a nice girl.

Deven grit her teeth, trying not to let out a hiss from the pain. "Oh, just a bit of rotten flesh on my hand." She said, sarcasm coming out in place of the pain she was feeling in her hand. She placed her hand on the table with a gulp, but didn't look away. She knew this likely was not the last time Decaln would have to patch her, so she didn't want to pussy out and look away. "Just wait one second," She said, snatching another shot and swallowing it down quickly. She placed her hand back on the table,"Okay. Okay, now this can happen."

Declan nodded and placed the tip of the knife at one of the corners of the wound. With steady hands, he deftly cut the rotted flesh away. "Right so now try not to cry at this next bit." Perhaps Deven would be less focused on pain if he poked some fun at her. "Don't go blubbering like the silly little girl you are." Taking a couple more things from his pouch, he stitched up the wound easily.

Isaac frowned, winced and flinched for every second that Deven was being worked on, Declan knew what he was doing and Deven was in good hands. But that didn't stop Isaac from being unhappy at the damage that he had caused, it was ridiculous.

Deven frowned, that comment definitely had it's intended perhaps. "I don't cry! And I'm not silly nor am I little!" She told with an annoyed tone,"I didn't cry when you were cutting away my flesh, so why would I cry now." The two shots did help quite a bit, but the process was still very painful, not that she wanted them to know that. She set her jaw again when he was stitching her up, understanding why he told not to cry.

Declan was soon finished with his impromptu medical treatment and he welcomed himself to a seat at the table where the group had been relaxing before the drama had occurred. "Right, well that was exciting wasn't it? And I've got to admit you surprised me. You didn't even hit me when I made fun of you for crying, but I'm pretty sure I saw a single tear fall."

Isaac rolled his eyes, "I'm going to get her home if that is ok with you guys, I don't think that that cut should be left to fester out in this place..." he trailed off, "Don't worry we're not apparating, we'll floo over there from my apartment, it is just a couple of blocks away from the Leakey Cauldron," he wasn't feeling very drunk anymore, in fact he was feeling much more sober, but that didn't change the fact that he knew he wasn't in any state to be apartating.

Levi nodded and at the group. "We can all hang out another time. There's actually gonna be plenty of chances once we get to school."