"Yo, G! What the hell's taking you so long?"
"Weez, just get off my case, okay? I'll be ready in a few more minutes."
"You said that an hour ago! Look, we're going to miss the train, and Mom can't drive us to this place like she always did for you at our old school..."
"We're not going to miss the train, Weez."
"Look, how many trains do you know depart from platforms with a number like 9 ? This isn't exactly your average NJ Transit train, hon...we're going to need some time to find the damn thing!"
"I'm almost done, Louise, I just need to find my lipliner..."
"Forget the lipliner..."
"Okay, fine! But it won't be my fault when people are looking at me all funny, being like `Eew, who is that nasty girl?'"
"Gina, we're identical twins--you know what that means? That means we look exactly alike...and I don't feel like people are always looking at me that way, because they're not! If they're looking at you at all, they're probably thinking how pretty you are or how little self-confidence you seem to exude."
Gina, the quieter and more appearance-obsessed of the two just grumbled at this comment. She knew her sister was right, but her perfectionism and tendency towards obsessive-compulsive behavior told her otherwise, as she found herself checking herself over once more in the mirror.
"COME ON!" Louise yelled, grabbing her sister at the arm. "What the hell is this?"
"Um...what does it look like?"
"It looks like you're going to need one mother of a luggage cart, girl...what the hell are you brining?" she shouted, pointing at her sister's numerous suitcases, all matching of course, lined up against the bathroom wall.
"Relax, G, I've learned a levitation charm I can use."
"So I suppose we're going to have to apparate in wizard territory then...You can't be using magic around the civilians, hon, and there's no way in hell we're going to be able to lug these things around ourselves."
"Sounds fine to me," Gina responded sarcastically, wiping off her lipliner, unhappy with the results of her now tenth attempt at application.
"Forget the lipliner, Gina, and just let's go!"
"Did Dad ever open the fireplace grate for us? The door's been bolted shut for years."
"Yeah, oh man, I hate to think of what could be in there now...he opened it last night, I hope there are no bats in there..."
"What is this? Tough, brave Louise afraid of a little old flying mouse?"
"Shut up, Gina!"
*pfft* *pfft*
"Stop it..."
*pfft* *pfft*
"Gina, I swear to God if you don't stop making bat noises, I'm going to turn you into one!"
"And what's that going to accomplish? I'll just have more of an opportunity to torture you," she smiled. "Besides, you don't know any transfiguration spells! Hell, we only just found out we were witches back in August!"
"Just...forget about it, okay?" Louise requested through clenched teeth as she lit the fireplace with her cigarette lighter and threw in a handful of floo powder. "Which reminds me...how in the hell am I going to get cigs while I'm there? Do you remember if I packed both of my cartons of Parliaments?"
Gina just shook her head...
"I swear, hon, you're just as ridiculous with your cigarettes as I am with my hair."
"So you admit that you're ridiculous then? Wow, that's a first!"
"That's not the issue, o sister of mine...now help me get my shit into the fireplace."
"Do it yourself, Jyna."
"Don't call me Jyna!"
"Shut up."
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"Shiiiiiiitttt!!! Don't leave! Oh God, please don't leave!"
"Can I help you two ladies?" a cold drawling voice met them from behind.
Looking the source of the voice up and down, obviously displeased with what she saw, Louise hastily answered, "Who the fuck are you?"
"Charming! Quite...charming," he replied sarcastically, his forced smile oozing with contempt for this impertinent, obviously poorly-bred American.
"Yeah, well, this is about as charming as I get when some little misogynistic punk like you sees two girls with a lot of suitcases in the middle of a train station, thinks we're too weak to handle it ourselves, and offers ever so patronizingly to extend aid in the form of a strong, masculine arm...No thank you! Anyway, Shrimp, I could probably bench-press you in my sleep," Louise nearly growled at the boy.
"I could use some help!" Gina quickly chimed in. "Please excuse my sister, she just doesn't know how to act around guys! I'm Gina by the way."
Putting down two of her suitcases, she extended a hand.
"Draco, Draco Malfoy, and the pleasure is all mine," he responded, raising her hand to his lips rather than shaking it.
"Oh god," Louise groaned, rolling her eyes.
"What?" Gina batted her eyes innocently.
"You're just too smooth Malfoy."
"I'll take that as a compliment, O ungrateful sister of the lovely Gina."
"Louise...my name is Louise."
"Louise, I must remember that all roses do indeed have their thorns, and thus overlook this behavior from you."
"Whatever, Malfoy," she sputtered, disappearing as she carried her own luggage onto the train.
"Is she always like that?"
"Pretty much, yeah."
"A pity," he sighed as he offered her his arm. "Would you like to sit with me on the train, I'd like for us to get better...acquainted...if you catch my drift."
Giggling uncontrollably, she accepted his arm--completely unknowing what she was getting herself into.
"Weez, just get off my case, okay? I'll be ready in a few more minutes."
"You said that an hour ago! Look, we're going to miss the train, and Mom can't drive us to this place like she always did for you at our old school..."
"We're not going to miss the train, Weez."
"Look, how many trains do you know depart from platforms with a number like 9 ? This isn't exactly your average NJ Transit train, hon...we're going to need some time to find the damn thing!"
"I'm almost done, Louise, I just need to find my lipliner..."
"Forget the lipliner..."
"Okay, fine! But it won't be my fault when people are looking at me all funny, being like `Eew, who is that nasty girl?'"
"Gina, we're identical twins--you know what that means? That means we look exactly alike...and I don't feel like people are always looking at me that way, because they're not! If they're looking at you at all, they're probably thinking how pretty you are or how little self-confidence you seem to exude."
Gina, the quieter and more appearance-obsessed of the two just grumbled at this comment. She knew her sister was right, but her perfectionism and tendency towards obsessive-compulsive behavior told her otherwise, as she found herself checking herself over once more in the mirror.
"COME ON!" Louise yelled, grabbing her sister at the arm. "What the hell is this?"
"Um...what does it look like?"
"It looks like you're going to need one mother of a luggage cart, girl...what the hell are you brining?" she shouted, pointing at her sister's numerous suitcases, all matching of course, lined up against the bathroom wall.
"Relax, G, I've learned a levitation charm I can use."
"So I suppose we're going to have to apparate in wizard territory then...You can't be using magic around the civilians, hon, and there's no way in hell we're going to be able to lug these things around ourselves."
"Sounds fine to me," Gina responded sarcastically, wiping off her lipliner, unhappy with the results of her now tenth attempt at application.
"Forget the lipliner, Gina, and just let's go!"
"Did Dad ever open the fireplace grate for us? The door's been bolted shut for years."
"Yeah, oh man, I hate to think of what could be in there now...he opened it last night, I hope there are no bats in there..."
"What is this? Tough, brave Louise afraid of a little old flying mouse?"
"Shut up, Gina!"
*pfft* *pfft*
"Stop it..."
*pfft* *pfft*
"Gina, I swear to God if you don't stop making bat noises, I'm going to turn you into one!"
"And what's that going to accomplish? I'll just have more of an opportunity to torture you," she smiled. "Besides, you don't know any transfiguration spells! Hell, we only just found out we were witches back in August!"
"Just...forget about it, okay?" Louise requested through clenched teeth as she lit the fireplace with her cigarette lighter and threw in a handful of floo powder. "Which reminds me...how in the hell am I going to get cigs while I'm there? Do you remember if I packed both of my cartons of Parliaments?"
Gina just shook her head...
"I swear, hon, you're just as ridiculous with your cigarettes as I am with my hair."
"So you admit that you're ridiculous then? Wow, that's a first!"
"That's not the issue, o sister of mine...now help me get my shit into the fireplace."
"Do it yourself, Jyna."
"Don't call me Jyna!"
"Shut up."
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"Shiiiiiiitttt!!! Don't leave! Oh God, please don't leave!"
"Can I help you two ladies?" a cold drawling voice met them from behind.
Looking the source of the voice up and down, obviously displeased with what she saw, Louise hastily answered, "Who the fuck are you?"
"Charming! Quite...charming," he replied sarcastically, his forced smile oozing with contempt for this impertinent, obviously poorly-bred American.
"Yeah, well, this is about as charming as I get when some little misogynistic punk like you sees two girls with a lot of suitcases in the middle of a train station, thinks we're too weak to handle it ourselves, and offers ever so patronizingly to extend aid in the form of a strong, masculine arm...No thank you! Anyway, Shrimp, I could probably bench-press you in my sleep," Louise nearly growled at the boy.
"I could use some help!" Gina quickly chimed in. "Please excuse my sister, she just doesn't know how to act around guys! I'm Gina by the way."
Putting down two of her suitcases, she extended a hand.
"Draco, Draco Malfoy, and the pleasure is all mine," he responded, raising her hand to his lips rather than shaking it.
"Oh god," Louise groaned, rolling her eyes.
"What?" Gina batted her eyes innocently.
"You're just too smooth Malfoy."
"I'll take that as a compliment, O ungrateful sister of the lovely Gina."
"Louise...my name is Louise."
"Louise, I must remember that all roses do indeed have their thorns, and thus overlook this behavior from you."
"Whatever, Malfoy," she sputtered, disappearing as she carried her own luggage onto the train.
"Is she always like that?"
"Pretty much, yeah."
"A pity," he sighed as he offered her his arm. "Would you like to sit with me on the train, I'd like for us to get better...acquainted...if you catch my drift."
Giggling uncontrollably, she accepted his arm--completely unknowing what she was getting herself into.
