A/N: Quinn-Marie and Schuyler's point of views on the night their parents split. If you need help understanding characters, we have character backgrounds up on our profile, so go check them out. -Waffles
A/N: So every story has to have a background. Here's ours. Parental split always is a great beginner, huh? More wi ll follow soon! Enjoy in the meantime! -Chup
~Quinn-Marie's POV, Age 7~
Mummy and Daddy had been fighting constantly over the last three weeks. Mummy was screaming at Daddy and Mummy never yells. I felt bad for Daddy. He looked so sad. My daddy's heart was breaking, that much even I could see. Cici, my house elf, hugged me whenever I was hiding in my room from the yelling. She murmured to me "It'll be ok Miss. Cici's here. Shhhh." Daddy always taught the elves how to speak in proper English. He was just that kind of man. Daddy was yelling at Mummy. Trying to get her to stop hugging her bottle of the icky stuff. She kept screaming "NO!" at the top of her lungs. I knew Daddy wasn't being nice. He was saying some nasty words. But still I could tell he was heartbroken. Mum kept saying it was his fault for loosing his job. Suddenly I heard the front door slam. The yelling stopped. The door slammed again. "Cici. I need to be outside" I murmured. "Yes miss" she sighed and apparated us outside. Mummy had dropped her bottle and Dad had his wand aimed at her. He yelled out "You know what? I am fucking sick of you, your family, and your holier than thou attitude. YOU ARE NOT BETTER THAN ME JUST BECAUSE YOU'RE FILTHY RICH AND NEVER WORKED A DAY IN YOUR LIFE BECAUSE YOUR BLOOD IS 'PURE!' I'm done. Good bye Eliza." He muttered the last part and then sent a silent hex at the bottle on the steps, shattering it. Schuyler, my beloved twin, was hugging Mummy's leg and crying. I ran to my Daddy and begged him to take me with him if he was going. He sighed and scooped me up. He looked me in the eyes. "Quinn-Marie, there's no going back if you come with me. I am leaving. Your sister seems to be staying with your mum." My eyes widened as I looked to my sister, curled into my mum's embrace. I swallowed as the tears flowed as I thought of leaving her. I nodded and Dad sighed. He waved his wand and a moment later, two large suitcases sat next to us, one with my initials, one with his. He shrank them, stuck them in his robe pocket, and carried me out of the gate of our property.
~Schuyler's POV, Age 7, same night~
I couldn t sleep; it was too loud. I knew Mummy had been sad for a while and her medicine kept her stable, she said. But Daddy couldn t see it. He always took her bottle away, always made her cry. He blamed Grandmummy and Grandpapa for her being the way she was. But what did they do wrong? But this night, I heard them scream at each other louder than before. I hugged my kitty closer to me, but I didn t feel any better. I hid my head under the pillow and still hear Mummy s crying and shouting at daddy who I knew was trying to take her medicine from her. He kept yelling and shouting mean, mean things at her. So, I got out of bed and snuck to the door. I opened it a crack and I could see the shouting shadows move across the wall. Then, the shadows and screaming stopped. The door slammed behind them. I tiptoed outside, where I saw Daddy point his wand at Mummy and yelled the meanest nastiest words that he knew would hurt her. Mummy s face scrunched up and she moaned loudly, crying louder and louder. Then the bottle of medicine burst. I ran to Mummy, crying because I couldn t help her. I ran across the broken glass and wrapped my arms around her leg, crying with her. And I felt the hate for daddy, who made her this way. My twin, Quinn-Marie, ran across the yard to be picked up by Daddy. She begged him to take her with. She was leaving Mummy for the bad man who did this to us. He got their bags and walked away with my Twinny, leaving me and Mummy alone and crying in the dark.
A/N: I know this one's short, but we're getting some more written, so they should get longer. Reviews would be great, they kinda help ya know?
Toodles! -Waffles