I jumped as I heard a crack ring out through the room.
"Misses Caydee and Caylee, your father wishes yous to be downstairs, if yous please," our house elf, Treatie told us, and disappeared with another crack. I looked at my twin and sighed. We knew this hand been coming for some time now.
"Lets go, before they send Treatie back up here," Caylee said, quietly. I nodded, they probably would. We started to walk downstairs, quietly. I looked at my twin as we walked along, and sighed. I held my hand out for her to take, and she took it. I squeezed it, trying to help her. She had been so much quieter since our mother died.
"It's gonna be okay, Caylee. Whatever happens, it'll be okay," I told her, and gave her a small smile, and to my surprise she returned it.
"I suppose," she whispered as we walked down the stairs, and into the living room where our father was waiting for us.
"I have talked to the headmaster, Professor Dumbledore, and Hogwarts would be happy to have you attend classes there for the rest of your schooling," he said. He'd been looking for a way to get rid of us since she died. We look too much like her. We have the same facial features as our mother, the same nose that looked like a muggle ski jump at the end, our high cheekbones, and our smiles. But the worst is our eyes, they're almost exactly the same shade of light coffee brown that our mother's were. But ours have dark brown flecks in them, from our father. I jumped, shaken out of my thoughts when Caylee started yelling.
"Why? WHY do we have to leave? Because you can't handle looking at us? So you're sending us to ENGLAND? Bullshit. Fucking BULLSHIT," she yelled, letting go of my hand and storming back upstairs. I bit my lip as my dad just took it, silently. He looked at me, and I just shook my head, and ran after Caylee. This was a nightmare.