A/N: Haven't been able to write on my other story because this idea has been playing with all my idea room in this little cluttered thing I call a head, and my exams start Wenseday. Bleh! Reviews help me pick which way to go, so do feel free to. Also, big props to one of my best friends, Ashley, who's character, whom we made together, years ago, has come back from the past. (:
Love, HecticNightmareQueen
It was one of the rainiest days this set of twins had ever seen before. They had just been sent to England from the United States by portkey, which just happened to be the ugliest boot they had ever had to smell or touch. Yuck. Karina Rhiamon was on the left, she had long dark reddish brown hair and this light almost glass blue eyes. She was taller, and a bit thicker and curvier than her twin. Lilliana Radella herself on was on the right. she had light brown hair, that seemed to shine a tint of blonde, yet had a strange slight red flicker to it, she had dark brown eyes, which made her soul look darker than it was. She was a few inches shorter than Karina, a bit thinner as well, she still had her mother's family's curves, but on a lighter scale than her sister's.
Karina and Lilliana where alike in many ways, but different in just as many. Both were smart and wise, both had the strange sixth sense sent from generations before them, both hated their names and perferd shortinings. Karina, went by Rina. Lilliana, Lilly or Ana. Rina was well known for following her brain, her head, and was hard to trust. Ana, on the otherhand, followed her heart and judged people only by the way they used their trust she had given. Both would do anything for their friends, they both had the same birthdate, of course, but Rina was an late day baby, and Ana a night baby.
Their parents had died in an attack, sure witch huntings were rare, but they still happened once in awhile.
They found themselves in London, England, moving into their grandmother's house, awaiting for the end of summer. They would attend Hogwarts in the start of their fifth year, both girls were now sixteen. With the uprising war, which the girls had to learn about quickly and swiftly, their grandmother, even as a pureblood seer, set forth to teach them what she saw as neccessary spells. She even did her best to press more diviation down their throats. She made sure the girls were placed in the same diviation class.
Summer passed by quickly, almost too quickly for her, as she watched the last two Boling girls head onto the Hogwarts Express, from Platform 9 3/4.
