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April 01, 1888 — The Himalayas

For the first time in a long while, the first day of April brought three major holidays: Easter, April Fools, and his birthday, obviously. While he'd far more expected the extended members of his family to remember the most important day of the year, he certainly hadn't, and he certainly hadn't let his brother forget!

The portkey had been arranged weeks in advance, and, with an immense amount of planning (mostly which consisted of managing to get away from the Connolly family home on Easter), had figured out how to get Lorcan to the predetermined location somewhere on the family property. Then, he'd promptly forced the younger of his two brothers to come with him with no more than a mischievous glance and promises of wild adventure.

Then, they were there!

"I bet you have no idea why we're here!" he exclaimed proudly over the sounds of the Himalaya mountain winds. After a moment, though, his proud smile faded away at the realization that fuck, it was cold. He had no jacket, and Lorcan had no jacket. Why the fuck had no one informed him that mountains had snow? When he'd asked what the weather would be like, they'd said "no", not — oh. They'd meant "snow". Well fuck.

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Usually, you let everyone else arrange a surprise for your birthday - or so Lorcan had always presumed. This, all of Finnian's accord, must be more April Fools than birthday celebration, he decided, peering around at the intense whiteness of the scenery around them. (Lorcan's birthday presents for his brother usually tended to combine the two occasions, because what sort of younger brother would he even be if he didn't go for the prank gifts?)

This year Finnian seemed to have one-upped him, and managed to prank himself.

I bet you have no idea why we're here either, Lorcan nearly remarked in answer, only he was far too intrigued by how his brother was possibly going to explain this to shoot him down quite so fast.

"Where is here, again?" He inquired instead, bringing his arms in closer to his sides to fight against the windchill, and stamping around a bit, bewildered, in the snow. Wherever this was, it was a far cry from the old Emerald Isle. "See, if you wanted to throw me off a cliff, you could probably have picked one closer to home," Lorcan joked nonchalantly, mostly because he was still dumbfounded by the view.

So hopefully it wasn't that. Otherwise - he was, you know, open to the possibilities. Or would be, if he suspected Finnian had the foggiest idea what he was doing on this earth.
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While he might not have thought the weather factor through, he'd definitely thought everything else about this trip through. There was a special reason for being here on this special occasions, and he couldn't wait to share.

"These are the Himalayas. Asia, right?" he asked, more to himself than his brother. "Well anyways, I was reading a book at the library that was talking about muggle history, and it said this was the birthplace of Jesus — you know, the guy some say was the first wizard. The muggles think very highly of him."

He hadn't taken Muggle Studies while at school, but library books were always the most credible source of information. "And since it's Easter, and also my birth-day, I thought we'd go to where Jesus was born." Ta-da!
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Very little of what was coming out of Finnian's mouth was making sense right now. Not that Lorcan usually expected otherwise.

He continued looking at his brother, squinting at him as though trying to determine whether he was a human being. Whilst he was doing this, Lorcan considered that explanation in general bemusement. For his part, he had very little knowledge about the Himalayas, or whereabouts in Asia they might be, or anything else about them other than the evidence that surrounded the Byrnes, that they were clearly a range of mountains. He had a little more knowledge about muggle religion, remembering a time or two he'd snuck out to one of the village pubs near the family estate and talked to a bunch of muggles, all Catholics as they were. He was no expert, but - he scratched his head briefly, goosebumps already prickling up his forearm from the cold - as far as he remembered, Jesus had been born at Christmas, not Easter.

"Hm, funny," Lorcan replied, his tone light and cheery but his hmms long and exaggerated. He had absolutely no desire to get into a discussion of the finer points of whatever some muggles or some strange library books (why was Finnian reading muggle history books, anyway?) said, but one small fact was niggling at him. "'Cause I don't remember anything about there being so much snow."

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Regardless of any misinformation Finnian had managed to read (or, more likely, that he'd misinterpreted), the two younger of the Byrne brothers were now in the middle of the Himalayas, in the middle of the freezing cold, and he was fairly sure the portkey had gotten trapped under the snow that had already fallen.


"I wouldn't surprised if they didn't mention the snow," he suggested, peering out into the distance with squinted eyes. "You know, it would make it seem less desirable. They were also from a long time ago — maybe the hadn't learned the word for snow yet." That was logical, right? ... Right?

He couldn't see anything but more mountains and more snow as he scanned where the horizon should have been. No settlements, no buildings, nothing. It seemed like they were stranded here.

"Did they teach you how to melt a mass of snow in mediwizard training?" he asked hopefully, his own feet beginning to freeze. "Just in case a wizard got trapped in an avalanche or something."

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