Hey! This is coauthor Kitty Smith! Check out my stories! lol
Obviously this is Lynn Smith.
I wish Harry Potter belonged to me... but unfortunatly it doesn't. So don't get mad at me :)
Lydia Gray rolled out of bed and onto the floor with a thump. Her twin sister in the bed next to her, as usual, slept through it. Annoyed, Lydia rolled once more with some force behind it, crashing into Katherine's bed and sending shock-waves through the frame.
"Just go back to sleep, Lydia!" Katherine groaned through the pillow she'd just pulled over her face.
"I can't," Lydia whined, "So you can't go to sleep and leave me alone awake!"
Katherine considered tackling her twin, but decided that the martial arts lessons only she had abandoned would come back to haunt her. "Go downstairs and talk with Mum or something."
Lydia pulled down Katherine's pillow and rolled her eyes, "She'll just make me help with breakfast." Katherine stuck her tongue out in response, and Lydia replied similarly.
Their mother's sing-song voice found its way up the stairs, "Girls! I can hear you're awake! Come downstairs and help!"
Lydia collapsed in defeat on the bed, and Katherine crinkled her nose at the thought of going down before their father or little sister had.
"I'm going to get dressed first!" She shouted back.
"Yeah, me too!" Lydia added hastily.
After a moment of silence, their mother called irritably, "Hurry!"
They each went to opposite sides of the room, where there were two medium, dark wood dressers. The room itself was a light blue with darkened molding separating the walls from ceiling and floor. The ceiling was a boring, white popcorn texture that always seemed to be losing pieces to the wood floor. The floor matched the molding in a bit of a miracle since all the other rooms in the house were either carpeted or had been put in some time after or before the crown moldings in every room. The ceiling fan did not continue this theme and was a honey brown color with gold paint and three ugly globe lights. The one window in the room was right between the two twin beds facing the door opposite, and let in light only when the sun was setting and they were trying to sleep.
Lydia and Katherine both turned around, wearing the same sun dress, and inspected each other carefully.
Lydia frowned, "I don't really want to wear a dress."
"I do," Katherine pouted, "Besides, look how pretty it looks on us!"
Lydia obediently looked.
Katherine's, and therefore her own, pale skin-tone looked radiant in the pastel blue dress, although their wavy, auburn hair clashed a bit with the cooler hue. Somehow the blue forced the green in their eyes to retreat, bringing out the brown instead. Lydia decided she absolutely would not wear this dress.
"Girls!"
"Great, now there's no time to change out of this thing," Lydia grumbled, plucking at the hem of the frock.
"Ha-ha," Katherine laughed mockingly, "You know you can't go against the word of your lord and master." She gestured at herself. Lydia "patted" her forcefully on the back.
"Sure I do."