WHO: Graham Montague & Imogen Montague WHAT: siblings being siblings, graham and Imogen take a wizfeed quiz WHEN: dec 10 I think WHERE: Imogen’s flat WARNINGS: none
The tree was up, decorated with silver & gold spray-painted dinosaurs after Graham had "failed" to locate the box of clearly labeled Christmas ornaments, but had managed to find the lights and a collection of toy dinosaurs he'd been pranking his sister with over the last few months. Imogen had even managed to convince Graham to make his bed! It really did feel like peace had come to the Montagues (and Gilbert) flat. For an afternoon at least.
“Apparently, I would be the most popular person on WizTube,” Imogen said between stealing some of the crisps from Graham’s bowl.
“No way!” Graham protested, moving the bowl out of Imogen’s reach in a quick move. “I think this quiz is broken. It says I’d be happily unpopular, which is obviously untrue.”
“Maybe I should start a WizTube channel too…” she teased, trying to sneak another chip.
"What, about dinosaurs?" Graham held the chip bowl up high, trying to keep it away from Imogen.
“More educational than duels and pranks,” she pointed out. “It would be a lifestyle channel, according to the quiz. What is a lifestyle channel anyway? Do you just vlog about your life? ‘Here is my brother on the couch, yes he’s single, here are my patients, yes, some of them almost died.’ I’m nailing it.”
“I dunno. Cooking and clothes and shit like that.” He shrugged, leaning back and tossing some chips in his mouth. “Me appearing would definitely up your views. Especially if I was shirtless.”
".... Ew." Imogen screwed her eyes shut, trying to stop imagining the flood of WizTube comments that would follow an appearance of her brother shirtless on screen. "I guess it is one way to solidify the 12-year-old fangirl base." She pulled the bowl back towards her while he was otherwise occupied.
“Fans are fans, Imogen,” he replied loftily, ‘allowing’ her to grab the bowl and grabbing his beer instead. “Would you really say no to viewers?”
"Do I get to do those Makeover My Brother Challenges?"
“I don’t need a makeover!” Graham glared at her indignantly. “I’m already perfect.”
"I was thinking more like, your clothes…"
“What’s wrong with my clothes?!”
"You wore leather pants. Out. In public."
“What’s wrong with that? They make my ass looking great!”
Imogen screwed up her nose, both at the idea of Graham’s ass looking great, and his leather pants. “They’re too tight. They’re worse than standard denim skinnys,” she informed him.
"Being tight is the point," Graham replied with a roll of his eyes. "And besides, like you can talk. All you wear are Healer robes or pjs."
“I don’t need to impress anyone!”
"Are you sure? There are some pretty hot people working at the DMLE. Gilbert might get distracted." He didn't really think Gilbert would, but he was still annoyed about the complaining his sister's boyfriend had been doing. Screw him!
“Doubt it,” Imogen replied, but not without biting her lip briefly. While things with Gilbert had generally been tenser thanks to her brother sleeping on the couch, and the stress of his work g under a possible Death Eater, and whatnot… well. She assumed they were mostly solid. Probably? “Anyway, why would he want someone else?”
"I don't know. You're kinda annoying." Graham smirked playfully at his sister, nudging her jokingly.
“Compared to you, I’m a saint,” she replied, emphasising this with snatching a fistful of chips. “The real reason we keep you around.”
“And here I thought it was because you’re too short to change the lightbulbs.”