-----Chapter 1-----
Early Morning Skirmishes
A/N: I decided to change this author's note as well (see my CoN fic) so…This fic is about two sisters and two of your favourite Quidditch captains. If you guessed Cedric Diggory and Oliver Wood, then you're right! Here, have a cookie. Grin So yeah, these two girls go through the trials and tribulations of sisterhood - basically all sisters go through it I'd think. Trust me I'd know, I have a monkey for a sister back home. Give her a million dollars for telling you one of my secrets and she'll happily sell me out to the slave market. But then, on a rare occasion when she's not trying to get in my head or just trying to butter me up, she can be really cute and adorable. Gasp! She has a split personality! Faint Hehe … ok lame attempt at laughter. Sweatdrop You people have no sense of humour… Well whatever, just read and review.
Disclaimer: J.K. Rowling created the world of Harry Potter. Shame, I could've done that, but she was quicker. Oh well, I'm borrowing it for my own use.
The silhouette of a male figure was slightly distinguishable in the darkness. It drew closer…and closer…and closer, until the face was distinctly recognizable. The handsome features: dark hair, brown eyes and rosy lips were absolutely irresistible. "Allie," he crooned, reaching out a hand. "Allison."
"Mmmph."
"Allie." The beautiful vision was becoming blurred.
"No. Don't leave…"
"Allison Jennings!" screeched a now oddly high-pitched voice. "Get your lazy arse out of bed this very minute!"
"Ummm, five more minutes."
The girl on the bed drew the covers up to her chin and turned over. "Put the sun away for me will you," she croaked.
Her sister who was standing by the bed gave an angry huff and whipped out her wand, pointing it towards the bed. She muttered something under her breath and a furious torrent of water shot out from the tip of her wand. An ear-shattering shriek reverberated around the pink-and-white bedroom.
"Merlin's beard!" exclaimed Annabelle Jennings clapping her hands over her ears and squeezing her eyes shut. A few moments later, she opened her eyes and saw a flushed, wet face glaring daggers at her.
"What the bloody hell was that for?!" yelled Allison, flinging off the covers.
"For being a good-for-nothing lazy-bum," said Annabelle, arching an indifferent eyebrow. "Geez, it had to be obvious."
"Oh, is that all you have to say?" exclaimed Allison. She grasped a handful of her sopping wet golden locks. "Look at my hair! It's ruined!"
"As if it wouldn't be when you wake up," muttered Annabelle rolling her eyes. A picture of her sister in the mornings flashed before her eyes. She grinned at the recollection.
"Why are you smiling?" asked Allison with growing panic. Thoughts of her sister's pranks popped into her head. "You'd better find a spell to dry my hair!" she added quickly.
"No, I don't think so," said Annabelle walking towards the door still grinning. "You deserved what you got!"
"Why, you rascal!" fumed Allison almost turning crimson. "I'll – I'll –"
"Ah ah ah," said Annabelle wagging a finger at her younger sibling. "None of that now. Maybe I should take a picture," she pretended to think, "and show it to that Diggory boy. Yes, he'd love it!" At those last words she flew out the door as her sister grabbed the vase of pink roses perched on the bedside pillow and flung it at the elder girl. Allison watched, wide-eyed, as the vase travelled at astounding speed and momentum out of the bedroom and over the balcony banister in the hallway.
A few seconds. Then – CRASH!
She winced.
"Allison Emily Jennings!" shouted her mother angrily.
Uh-oh, thought the fifteen-year-old, nice way to start the morning.
Before the two sisters knew it, they were walking through the barrier and onto platform nine and three quarters. Allison was still livid with Annabelle for the earlier morning's events and didn't even attempt to strike up a conversation during the trip to the King's Cross Station. Just before they got onto the train steps, they both turned around to say goodbye to their parents.
"Have a good term," said their father, Mr. Jennings.
"That's right," said their mother, Mrs. Jennings, putting on a very serious face. "Behave yourselves; I don't want any letters reporting some misdeeds you did. Annabelle, you really should stop pulling pranks on your sister, or anyone else for that matter! I thought I told you to stop hanging around with those - those Weasley twins and that Lee Jordan. They've been nothing but a perfectly bad influence to you. Really. Fortunately, your schoolwork hasn't turned out to be a joke, yet. Keep it up and you should study regularly, and listen to your teachers, and -"
"Mum!" cried Annabelle in frustration.
"Yes yes, all right, rebellious teenager. Now as for you, Allie, I really want you to buck up with your work. You have O.W.L.s this year so you should really make an effort to try and improve your weak points. I suggest you take lessons from your sister, after all she is the one with the brains." Allison rolled her eyes at her mother's comment. "Don't roll your eyes like that, Allison Jennings! Just take a look at your cousin Greta –"
"Mother!" cried Annabelle, getting annoyed. She clicked her tongue impatiently, standing with her arms folded, a disgruntled expression on her pretty face. This is getting ridiculous, she thought to herself in exasperation.
"Come on, dear," said Mr. Jennings to his wife while smiling at his daughters. "It's time we left. I don't want to be late for work and the girls certainly don't want to miss the train."
"Oh, all right then," said Mrs. Jennings. Suddenly she sniffed, and, to the amazement of her daughters, kissed them both and nearly suffocated them while grabbing them both into a bear hug.
When she finally let go of them, Annabelle and Allison got up the train steps and waved furiously at their parents from a window in a corridor, yelling words of, "Goodbye, mum!" and "Bye, dad!" as the train bellowed and chugged laboriously out of the King's Cross, leaving a trail of smoke as it gained speed.
"Well," said Annabelle when Mr. and Mrs. Jennings were out of sight.
"Don't even think about it," said Allison, spying her sister's hand in one of the pockets of her coat. "I'll be nowhere to be found."
"Goody, because while we're at school, I don't want to look as if I'm related to you."
"Fine, you're not much of a big sister anyway," Allison huffed and strode away with her cute, pink-laced trunk complete with pink wheels down the corridor.
Annabelle sighed and dragged her trunk in the opposite direction, craning her neck as she did so, trying to spot her friends in the compartments. Just then there was an excited cry of, "ANNA!!" and suddenly she felt the wind being knocked out of her as two people almost pummelled her to the floor in another great bear hug. "Can't – breathe – you – stupid – gits," she gasped, desperately needing air.
"Oops, sorry," said George Weasley, letting go of her. He watched her take a deep breath of air and regain her composure.
"You OK, Anna?" asked Marilyn Edwards from behind the twins. Ryan Sutherland stood next to her wearing his trademark grin.
She coughed and Fred Weasley clapped her on the back. "Oh yeah. Fine. Never been better. Only that lung-crushing, breath-taking hug was a bit unexpected. And that, was, unnecessary Fred."
Everyone laughed. Then Annabelle asked, "Where's Lee?"
"Ah, you know," answered Marilyn, smiling a twisted smile. "He's off scaring a bunch of first-year girls with Lucy the tarantula."
"Figures," grinned Annabelle.
"C'mon Anna," said Fred taking hold of her momentarily abandoned trunk. "Let's get to our compartment. It's the usual."
"Like anybody wouldn't recognise F.G.W as Fred and George Weasley," said Ryan with a snicker. George clapped him on the back. "Ah, my compatriot!"
They all made their way through the narrow corridor filled with students still looking for empty compartments.
"So how have you all been?" asked Annabelle as she followed Fred who was leading the way.
"Eh? Oh, the usual," he said, shrugging nonchalantly.
"Tell me all about it," said Annabelle smiling.