I don't own the Secrets of the Immortal Nicholas Flamel series, sadly. Then…well…if I did… I don't know …nobody would probably read it.

My sister and I were bouncing on the balls of our feet on paper towels, trying to get the lavender polka-dots off our white rug. They were there courtesy of my sister's epically failed experiment-not one of her better ideas! I heard a noise outside so I looked out the window.

"Hey, Jules, look out the window. Do you know who those people are? There is a man, a blonde boy, a blonde girl, and a girl with red hair." I asked Juliette, my younger sister by 82 seconds. We're both 13, and we have shoulder length straight black hair, tanned skin, and grey eyes. If you haven't guessed, we're identical twins.

"I don't know, but keep bouncing, Dawn!" she replied. My name is actually Aurore, but it is sooo hard to pronounce. It means dawn, so that's what everyone calls me. (Jules' name means soft haired, but I don't call her that – that would be weird!)

"You know we're going to be killed." I stated sadly

"Oh, no. More than killed." A deep voice said. We both jumped. There was a man with thick black hair down to his shoulders, deeply tanned skin, and piercing blue eyes.

Dad.

Crap.

Jules and I looked at each other. I pointed my finger accusingly at her. "Juliettedidit!" I said so fast, my words where a blur. Jules' jaw dropped. I sprinted to the door.

"Not so fast, Aurore." He said. Double crap. He only calls me that when I'm in trouble. "I also saw the Glee CD, lying out in plain sight." Triple crap. Mom and Dad don't let us watch the American show Glee. They say it's "inappropriate". True, but I still like it. A whole bunch of singing and stuff!

"Um, oops?" I muttered

"You're both grounded." He stated

"WHAT?" We both cried together

"Forever."

"No! Will we ever get to date?" I asked. He paused for a moment.

"When you're 35."

"35?"

"Would you like me to make it 40?"

"No."

"Good. Now you're going to stay up here until you're told." He started for the door, "Oh, and you're paying for a new carpet. I hope you have €347.65*." And he strolled out of the room. Just like that. Sigh.

-OK, I know, that sucked. This is my first NF fanfic. Geez, that was bad. I'm stuck on chapter 2, so it might take a while. Comment and rate, please!

And if you didn't figure it out already, this takes place in The Magician.

*Equivalent to $500.00. Travelex currency converter