Alright, this is my first proper fanfiction. Please leave reviews tell me what I need to improve on. I originally wrote this with them living in Victoire's house that she bought, but I changed it to Shell Cottage. Which would you prefer? I like the way I originally wrote it better then this, but some people might not. Just let me know, I can always fix it if you want it the original way :D And if it doesn't make sense, wait for the next chapter(:

- Androcissatrix

The sun cast several rays of light through the large bay window near Louis' bed. That was the one thing he hated about the room, the sun shone right in his eyes when he woke up. He sat up groggily, eyes still half shut. He stumbled a bit on his way to the door. He walked out into the hallway and walked down the stairs. He stumbled into the kitchen to find Victoire cooking something.

"Hey Lou!" she exclaimed as she saw Louis in the doorway. Louis blinked.

"Why are you…cooking?" he asked, confused. He didn't know Vic knew how to use a toaster, let alone a stove.

"Since Mum is gone, I figured I could cook, instead of cereal everyday." She tossed her platinum blonde hair over her shoulder, her dark blue eyes twinkling in the sun that was coming in through the window. Louis just shook his head. Victoire always had some crazy idea, like being able open a candy shop or invent some crazy device.

Victoire waved her wand and a container of blueberries came zooming into her hands. Louis sat down at the breakfast table and picking up the Daily Prophet. He began reading an article about Honeyduke's being remodeled when he smelled something strange. He looked up and gasped.

"VIC!" he shouted. A towel had caught on fire. "WHERE'S MY WAND? WHERE'S MY-" Victoire's shouting was cut off by the sound of sizzling. Louis used his wand to put out the fire.

"Oh…thanks Louis. But I still can't find my w-". "she was cut off again she Louis handed her her wand,which had been sitting on the counter. Victoire grinned sheepishly at Louis. Victoire could be scatter-brained sometimes.

"What's burning?" a voice asked from behind them. Dominique stood in the doorway, wearing a pair of shorts, a ripped t-shirt and a pair of large sunglasses.

"Nothing, don't worry about it." Victoire said, rather fast. "I was-" Dominique held up a hand and put the other on her head,

"Shut up, my head hurts." she snapped. Louis and Victoire exchanged glances. Dom was always either drunk, or hungover. They had tried to get her to stop multiple times, but it was no use.

Dom sat down, her hair, which she had dyed dark brown, fell all over her face. She lit a cigarette and blew a perfect smoke ring.

Victoire rolled her eyes. "Must you? It's only 9:30." Dom rolled her eyes.

"It helps with the pain, okay? I don't trust your healing spells, so this is my only resort." Dom said, glaring at Victoire.

She gave up and put the plate of pancakes on the table. The siblings sat down to a breakfast that, to Louis' surprise, wasn't half bad.