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One & One Makes Two
Chapter 1
Spell & Bubby
"SPELL! GET YOUR FURRY ASS BACK HERE NOW!...I MEAN IT CAT!" Brelynn yelled as she ran after the half tiger-half kneazle, feline. She was a good bit behind the feline; let me tell you she's fast, when said feline slipped through the compartments where most of the Slytherin sat, while on the Hogwarts Express.
Uncaring, since Brelynn wanted the familiar she slipped past some kids standing in front of the sliding door thingy, since the train hadn't finished loading yet, to enter the compartment. As Brelynn entered she looked around for the black troublesome feline only come to see that she had decided to make herself comfortable on the lap of Blaise Zabini, 'The Italian Prince', or that's what all the girls at Hogwarts seemed to call him.
"Are you looking for this little thing, sorellina?" Blaise more stated than asked, Brelynn gave him a smile at the fact that he called her little sister in Italian.
"Yeah, Thanks Bubby, why she insists on running away from me when I go to draw or sketch her, I just don't know," Bre said with a frown on her face, trying to think why she'd do that, until a loud female voice interrupted her thinking process.
"What in the bloody hell is that thing?" Pansy Parkinson questioned rather loudly, how her brother and anyone else can sit with her while she gossips so loud, Brelynn would never know.
"That thing, that you oh so kindly put it as, is my familiar. You loud prick," The dirty blonde said with angry and sarcasm heavily laced within her voice.
"Easy Bre, easy. She was only asking a question, it's not easy to identify what Spell really is. Even you know that," Bubby-Blaise said reassuringly. Brelynn gave a big sigh as she tried to explain what spell was exactly.
"Her name's Spell. She's half tiger-half kneazle, her mother was purebred tiger and her dad a purebred kneazle. If you look at her she has the all the features of a tiger except the size that the kneazle and if you look closely enough you can see speckles of silver and gray in her black fur. But she got all the magical tricks and stuff that she needs, and she loves to use then all the time to cause me trouble," At the end of her explanation Brelynn looked over at said black feline with a small frown and furrowed eye brows.
"I thought only cats from the muggle world could only breed with kneazles. How did you get her?" Parkinson asked genuinely curious with retorts or insults, which was a big plus for Brelynn because her temper was not doing so well these days, since the war ended.
"Um...Well to tell the truth I really don't know. Me and my dad went to go looking for a tiger and we came across this guy who sold tigers. Well when we got there we were looking at them all when we came across an er, an er, tiger that had just had a litter. But when we saw the cubs they looked to small to be actual cubs, they looked more like kittens than cubs because of their size and everything. And then the guy said that they were only half tiger. So I had to like pry the damn info out of him of what the other half was, thankful he finally told us. He said the whole breeding process was extremely hard and tiresome with trying to get the two to breed. But they were worth it. I was looking-I was look- looking at all of 'em when that little bugger started crawling towards me. She's been with me ever since." Brelynn took a deep breath after she finished her stuttering explanation.
"Oh, well she's really pretty just odd looking," Parkinson said with a smile that Brelynn wasn't used to seeing directed at her.
"Why did you call Zabini, 'Bubby'?" A deep, gruff voice asked all of a sudden, startling the daylights out of Brelynn.
"Um...Dr-Dra-Draco... um," Brelynn stuttered as she looked at the blonde boy-scratch that man she thought. She looked at him and as she did she noted that over the summer he had filled out considerably, since the last battle. His hair was as blonde as ever, but it hung just over his eyes to where if he looked down it would cover them. His eyes were still those steely emotionless gray she had seen and heard of these past years. His shoulders were little bit wider more muscle it looked to be, it seemed he had built up some, he looked more built up, like he had something, instead of just skin and bones.
Pansy Parkinson the hazel eyed, black haired girl, had seemed to grow up a little over the summer too. Her hazel eyes look to be trying to seem nicer like she was trying to be nice and not so rude to the Gryffindor or something. Her hair was cut to her shoulders and cut to where it framed her face quite nicely. Making her look actually really pretty. But what really surprised Brelynn was the fact that Parkinson was being civil with her and not throwing threats around or gossiping about her right in front of Brelynn.
Before Brelynn could even try to formulate an excuse of some sort, Blaise answer rather confidently and oh-so-matter-a-factly. "Brelynn here is my younger sister."
"You have a younger sister? Since when? How come we didn't know? Blaise I thought we were your best friends?" Parkinson asked a mile-a-minute with a trembling lip like she was going to cry because someone kept such valuable information from her.
Brelynn looked at her like she'd lost her mind, "So you can go and tell the whole school that we're related and have the whole girls population chasing after me to try and convince Bubby to go out with them…I think not," Brelynn informed the Slytherin rather panicked about the whole thing.
"Who said I'd go and spread it around the school?" Parkinson asked with defense ringing clear in her voice.
"Your background, Parkinson," Brelynn stated flatly.
"Oh," Was all Brelynn got back from the female Slytherin.
"Well now that we do know how old are you and what year are you in? And why haven't I seen you around the grounds at all over the years?" Parkinson sounded very much like an interrogator at the moment questioning Brelynn so much.
"Um…I-I'm-I'm a fifth year student, and I'll be 15 in September. You haven't seen me around-around, because um, because, I spend most my time alone and out of site drawing, in the gardens, or with Professor Sprout." Brelynn stuttered again with a very light and very small blush covering her checks.
"Why do you keep stuttering and repeating yourself? Are you nervous? Embarrassed?" Parkinson had a gleam in her eyes that left Brelynn a little unsettled.
"Leave her alone Pansy. Brelynn has a slight speech problem….she stutters over her words sometimes and repeats what she's trying to say more often than not. It mostly just affects her when she's talking fast or is very emotional about what she trying to say or explain. So it doesn't happen all the time…just most of it," Blaise said with a small smirk and a shrug of his shoulders. Brelynn gave him a slight glare at the way he put her speech impediment.
"Oh well, thank you oh so much Blaise, now I just sound like an idiot 'cause I stutter and repeat myself sometimes," Brelynn huffed and stuck her tongue out at her half-brother.
Blaise Zabini was tall, he had high cheekbones that complemented his skin tone nicely. His skin was always tan, with him being Italian, no one could blame the darkly tanned skinned boy. His dark brown eyes were just starting to show emotion again around Brelynn when it was just the two of them. He had built up over the summer too, Brelynn knew that since half the summer she was with him at the Zabini Manor. He wasn't just all skin and bones, he had muscle mostly for the Quidditch, he and Draco played during the school years and summer sometimes.
"Ti amo troppo cara sorellina," Blaise spoke with a smile on his face as he chuckled at his sisters words and actions.
"BRELYNN….BRELYNN….Where in the bloody hell are you? Oh, there you are. Come on the train is about to start leaving and if you aren't sitting down you will most likely fall and brake something like last time," Said a very short like 5'5' short slightly plump girl with shoulder length light brown hair and sparkling moss green eyes to match. Her cheeks were a little pink from search for her best friend or the fact that Blaise was looking at her, Brelynn didn't know which.
"I'm right here, Jessica . I had to chase after Spell….She decided all of a sudden that it would be a good idea to go for a exersicual run and for me to go with her," Brelynn said with a small frown looking to Spell then to Jessica.
"You do know exersicual is not even a word, right Brelynn?" Jessica asked with a quirk of her eye brow.
"Yes it is, it's a Brelynn word." Brelynn told her proudly then stuck her tongue out at her, which cause Jessica to laugh at her silly antics.
Translations:
Sorellina = little sister
Ti amo troppo cara, sorellina = I love you too, dear sister.
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