"You don’t get to run away, Laurie!" Will called out. "That’s what you always do, just run away! Grandfather Lucius dies? Oh, you get to run off to America to escape it! Grandmother Narcissa had a freak accident with her magic that killed her too? Oh, Laurie got a scholarship to France for a camp! Our own grandmother died, and you left to go play quidditch before her damn body was in the ground!" Laurie spun on his heels, his wand out. Will pulled his own out. "You always run when life gets too much for you to handle, instead of looking at the fucking problem and trying to fix it!" Laurie sent the first spell, which was easily deflected by the older brother. When Will sent one back, he saw the fire in his brother’s eyes. "Stop fucking running, Laurie!"