"Do we really have to go?"

"Yes."

"But can't we-"

"No."

"But why?"

"I told you darling, your father and I have very important business to attend to there."

"But why do we have to move with you guys. We could've just stayed-"

"Enough. This is not up for discussion."

I watched as Willow, my twin sister, sunk down on her bed, very clearly sulking after her small argument with our mother dearest. I watched her cautiously, as she had always been a ticking time bomb whenever she was upset.

Well I guess this is the point of my story where I tell you a little bit about myself. My name is Lyra Marie Fletcher. I have long, black hair and bright green eyes. I am a tad on the short side, standing at about 5'3. Above you have met my twin sister Willow, who is absolutely nothing like me. Don't get me wrong, I love her to death, but we are polar opposites, both looks- and personality wise. Willow is tall, blonde and blue-eyed. She's the girl who everyone loves and is friends with, she's the one who's always in a good mood unless something really pisses her off, she's the friend you can always depend on. I, on the other hand am the one who has a very select group of friends, tends to be slightly moody and/or bitchy and I will admit I am quite vain.

Now, let me explain why Willow over there is sulking. Our parents have recently informed us that we will be moving to England, somewhere near London and that we will be attending a different school of witchcraft and wizardry once we are there. Yes, you have guessed correctly, we are both witches, descendants of an old Irish bloodline of witches and wizards actually.

You might think moving doesn't sound all that bad. Hell, I don't even think so. I mean sure, I have to leave a couple people behind here, but how bad could it get? Little did I know what was in store for me...

Later that day when we were all packed, we apparated to our new house. Well, old house actually, it had been in our family for who knows how long. I loved this house. As much as Willow hated the idea of moving, I knew she did too. There was just something about this house that made it feel so homely, even though we had barely just arrived.

I found my room and started unpacking, guessing that Willow would be doing the same thing, while our parents were out, taking care of 'business' doing who knows what. Honestly, I didn't even want to know.

Once I was halfway settled, I plopped down on my bed and started to doze off, just to be awoken by a rather high-pitched shriek which I guessed came from my mother, seeing as neither Willow nor my father would be capable of such a shriek. I groaned and got up, to see what the matter was. I soon discovered that she had found Willow, who had been lying in the grass outside and had managed to ruin her white sundress with grass stains. I simply rolled my eyes and trudged back to my room. Another one of my mother's lectures was the last thing I wanted to hear at this point.

Not too long after that, one of our house elves came into my room to inform me that I was expected downstairs in half an hour, and to dress formally. At first I thought nothing of this, seeing as my mother always insisted on formal clothing at the dinner table.

I put on a purple cocktail dress, which was tucked in at the waist and had a V-neck along with some Black patent leather stilettos. I left my hair open, and applied nothing but heavy mascara and a bit of eyeliner.

Once I arrived downstairs, I was greeted by a very frantic looking woman who would be called my mother.

"Lyra, where on earth is your sister. We are going to be late. I do not want to be late. It would be a complete disgrace if-"She started ranting.

"Late to what, mother?" I asked her slightly confused.

"The Malfoys."

I groaned in response. I remembered them. The last time we had been at their place must have been when I was about 8 or so, but I can truthfully say I didn't miss them. One bit. Well the parents weren't all that bad, Narcissa was actually quite nice, but their son was absolutely horrid. He was a slimy, stuck-up, posh git who thought he was better than everyone else. I would have protested against going, but I knew it was useless. Once my mother's min was set on something it was not to be altered.

"Now, now darling, they are lovely people; I'm sure you and – WILLOW! There you are. Finally."

And there she was, rescuing me from whatever mother was about to say. She was wearing an aqua coloured dress that reached just above her knees, along with some silver stilettos adorned with rhinestones. Her hair was tied up in a way that a couple of loose strands still framed her face.

We used the Floo network to get to Malfoy Manor. Upon arrival, I stumbled against Willow and we both landed on the floor rather ungracefully with a thump. Willow got up again very quickly, dusting herself off, while I sat on the floor, dazed for a second. I soon noticed a rather pale, slender hand had been extended to me, offering to help me up. When I looked up to see who the hand belonged to, I was met with icy blue eyes and a head of platinum blonde hair.