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“Wait wait wait, I was kidding wait!” Lucius fought to pull the duvet over his head before Oz bounded into the bed after him. He didn’t make it in time, though, despite his newer reflexes. He slumped immediately, defeated, as Oz curled up around him. He was so warm whereas Lucius was always dead cold. He lie stiff as a board as he stared up at his ceiling in disbelief.  He’d mentioned in passing that he missed the times he used to crawl into Oz’s bed when he first moved in with the Harpers. How he used to have nightmares that he would be forced to move again so soon. That somehow, a scrappy little kid managed to make him feel more protected as opposed to an older brother. He must have been getting too sentimental because now he had to deal with a full grown Oswald in his bed and a very angry Beelzebub because Oz stole his spot. “You’re the weirdest brother, ever,” he said fondly.