A/N: I moved out about two months ago so I wrote this story for my two little sisters because I really miss them. I realise that Filou is a guy's name but we actually call her that sometimes.
Also, to everybody who's reading The Quarter Quell I'm still working on that and I'll update asap.
Disclaimer: I don't own Glee or Harry Potter.
It was a bright afternoon in the beginning of December. The sun was shining on the freshly fallen snow making the scenery truly look like a Winter Wonderland. Everything seemed quiet and peaceful until you set foot into Thawley Manor (the house barely qualified as one but the three sisters living there liked to call it that). Inside the house chaos reigned. None of the sisters were particularly tidy - except maybe the youngest one who felt the need to tidy up once in a while but the mess her older sisters created was far too much for one person alone to deal with – so their stuff lay around basically everywhere.
Currently all three sisters were home which could be heard miles away. Jane, the oldest sister, was blasting music in her room, singing along at the top of her lungs, not hitting a single note. Flynn, the middle sister, was talking loudly on the phone to one of her many friends, shouting to overpower the music. And Filou, the youngest sister, was sitting at her keyboard, composing a new song at top volume. The neighbours had long ago given up on complaining about the noise, it was hopeless.
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