Offer
Donnie
When the woman and old wizard first knock on their door, Donnie immediately thinks they’re here for Draxum. It’s not exactly a secret that Draxum was a Death Eater of the highest order. One doesn’t get a nickname like ‘The Baron’ without doing some downright sinister stuff for the other side. Leo still thinks Draxum is working for Voldemort, but that’s just out of spite at this point. Draxum has proved to them that he can be trusted, but his Dark Mark still sets dad’s teeth on edge. Anyway, they’ve been harboring a major fugitive for the last two years, so it’s not exactly a surprise that the authorities are finally here for the man. It’s just….Donnie was expecting something different. More red robes and stinging spells. Not an obvious teacher and ancient wizard.
Donnie leans against the door and takes them in with a critical eye. They don’t look like police, but you can never tell with the crazy outfits coming out of Great Britain nowadays. It’s a miracle they haven’t broken their own statute of secrecy yet. The man’s standing in a full-length gown for pete's sake. Donnie lets his fingers skim the wood of the door and feels the magic of the house breath around him. “How’d you get past the wards?”
The woman raises an eyebrow but the man chuckles. “Are you responsible for this clever bit of magic?”
Donnie snorts. “That doesn’t answer my question.”
“Right,” the man smiles, “I am here to speak with your father. Is he around by chance?”
Donnie narrows his eyes. If dad was expecting them then that might explain it. Donnie lets out a huff, “Dad!” he shouts, “If you’re going to add people to the list you gotta let me know!” Donnie doesn’t wait for an answer, he snaps his fingers and a clipboard materializes in his hands.
“Wandless?”
Donnie does look up at the women's incredulous tone or the man’s delighted laugh. He scans the list and feels his shoulders draw up. There aren’t any new names. Donnie lets his magic spread through the frame of the open door and he readies the spell on his tongue. “How did you get past-.”
“Albus!”
Donnie turns, magic still in his throat, at dad’s voice. The man stands there with wide eyes but his posture is relaxed. “What are you doing here? You aren’t supposed to be here for another week?”
Donnie holds the magic in place and flips through the papers on the clipboard and stops when the name jumps out to him. He looks up with a raised eyebrow, “Albus Dumbledore?”
“Yes,” the man answers, “and this lovely woman beside me is Minerva McGonagall. I assure you, both our names are on your list.”
“Let them in Purple.”
Donnie sighs, “Please step into our humble abode.” The last ward around the door opens for the unexpected guests. He shoots dad a glare as the wizards walk past the threshold. What’s the point of creating a system if no one follows it? This is the Casey situation all over again.
“What interesting use of wards! The house looks completely different on the inside.”
“Thank Doctor Who for that.”
Minerva frowns, “Who?”
Donnie throws his hands up with a groan. “C’mon! How do you not know Doctor Who? He’s Great Britain's greatest contribution to the world!”
She turns to Albus who takes a seat with a laugh. “I believe it’s a muggle film.”
Donnie rolls his eyes at the term and heads for the stairs. He doesn’t need to be here for the rest of this. Plus, he needs to warn Draxum to stay in the basement. God forbid he comes up for tea and finds two British Wizards sitting in the living room. A hand on his shoulder stops him, “Not so fast Purple. Go get your brothers, this concerns all of you.”
Donnie pauses at that. He looks up at dad, but the man just shakes his head. Something serious then. Donnie nods and plants his feet at the base of the stairs, “GUYS!” he shouts, “GET DOWN HERE, DAD HAS SOMETHING TO SAY! IT’S IMPORTANT.”
Splinter snatches him by the hood of his sweatshirt and picks him up with a scowl, “I said go get them! Not burst my eardrums!”
There’s a loud crack and a clatter of plates from the living room and Donnie smirks. “They’re coming aren’t they?”
Splinter drops his head and shifts to carry the child under one arm. Donnie settles into the hold and listens to the pounding of footsteps against the ceiling. Mikey and Raph should be flinging themselves down the stairs any minute now. Dad walks back into the living room and Leo’s already sitting on the opposite couch, devouring all the snacks.
“-must say,” Minerva says, “it’s quite dangerous for a child your age to be apparating. Does MACUSA not regulate such things here?”
Donnie snorts. He wiggles out of Splinter's hold and drops into a lone chair. Like any of them are following the law around here.
“Don’t worry about it,” Leo says, “I’m a master at apparating. So, pops, what’s going on?”
“Well,” Splinter stammers, “W-why don’t we wait for your brothers!”
Albus sets his cup of tea down with a click. “Yoshi,” the man says, “have you not told them?”
Leo sits up. “Told us what?”
“Well,” splinter stalls. He’s fidgeting, smoothing down his hair and adjusting his clothes and Donnie narrows his eyes at the action. “I thought I would leave it to you guys! Don’t you do this kind of thing all the time?”
“Not in quite a while, no.” The woman sniffs.
Donnie shares a look with Leo, but Mikey and Raph are already rounding the corner. Raph sits on the couch and pulls Mikey up with a grunt. All eyes turn to Splinter and the man starts to sweat, which isn’t a good sign. “Alright,” Splinter coughs, “now that everyone is here…Albus has something to say.”
Dumbledore gets to his feet, robe moving fluidly, before opening his arms wide. His eyes are twinkling, “How would you boys like to go Hogwarts?”