Slightly intresting lil oneshot that is mostly pointless. I don't own HP.
"Mummy, where do butterflies come from?" A little girl with red hair leaned towards a window, precariously balanced on a kitchen stool. Light from the window turned her hair into an orange halo. Her blonde-haired mother looked up from her painting of-well, it was an abstract painting.
"Other butterflies," her mother replied, looking slightly nervous. She tucked a stray strand of hair behind an ear, not noticing she had left a streak of orange across her forehead.
"Oh," The girl leaned forwards a bit more to catch a glimpse of any allusive butterflies. Her mother did not seem to realize her daughter's unstable perch and turned back to her art. Footsteps clicked along the hallway leading to the bright room. The girl turned to see her sister stride in the door.
The two girls were about the same age, but they were as different as they could be-bright red hair against silky blonde, fiery green eyes against faded blue. The girl also differed in that her expression was, at the moment and at many others, one of annoyed worry.
"Lily!" scolded the blonde sister. "Get down from there! You could fall!" She turned to her mother.
"Mother, surely you can't allow Lily to scramble on the furniture! She could fall!" Her mother turned mildly from her canvas to look at the little girl as if she had just noticed she existed.
"What haven't we heard?" muttered Lily under her breath as she jumped of her stool. It wobbled dangerously as the other girl gasped. "Petunia, live a little! Come on! I heard that a new family just moved in across the street." She grabbed her sister's hand and dragged her out of the sunny studio. "Careful crossing the street," called their mother absent-mindedly after them.
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