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Nothing else… for now, that is…

I was awake before the alarm screeched its unwelcomed hello at nine thirty at night, early for us to get up. The light turns on my side of the single bed in the musty motel room that was the size of a closet.

My brother took up most of the space on the dinghy piece of crap that most definitely did not have the decency to call itself a bed. He looked adorable asleep; his mouth was somewhat open, most probably killing flies while they passed from his terrible morning breath, and his black hair was spread all across his tan forehead. I would hate to have to wake him up, but I had to, seeing as today's meeting was with a witch from all the way in Great Britain.

I scowled to the bumpy ceiling as soon as I felt my back pain and also felt the bed dip as my brother, Alessandro, nicknamed Ale for both his name and his initials, Alessandro Leonardo Ermacora, groaned. As I looked over to him, I suddenly felt his large hand smack my face, trying to silence the alarm clock I guessed.

My voice was muffled by his hand, but I didn't even attempt to lick his hand; he wouldn't even move his hand. "Get your hand off my face, you buffoon!"

He sleepily chuckled, blinking the weird golden crap from his hazel eyes. His black hair was splayed across his forehead and his wine-colored splashed birthmark on his jaw was red from his sleeping on it.

Ale always slept with only his boxers on. No, it did not scar me for life or for even longer. I know that my brother is handsome, hot even. That didn't fricking mean that I hit on him, you perverts. All I was saying was that I recognized it, while my ugly ass was single and stuck in virgin mode as my brother, who, may I remind you, had the IQ of a second grader, got hooked up with chicks almost every week.

Surprised yet?

Oh, we hadn't even gotten started, honey.

Ale got up, his impressive body shifting as he got out of bed. I stretched, a yawn coming from my lips. We both fought for first in the shower, but seeing as my brother was so much stronger than me, physically only mind you, he won the every-morning arm wrestling match. I didn't even know why I tried anymore.

I sat on the plain little counter sink placie place. Small shorts graced my fat butt and a tank top tried and failed to cover all my fatty flesh. My finger poked at the exposed tan stomach fat, my nose wrinkled as I mentally scolded myself for eating so much the last couple of months.

My strange eyes went up to the cracked mirror. What stared at me back were these strange Elizabeth Taylor colored eyes. Of course, mine weren't as pretty as her's. Nothing could ever defeat Elizabeth Taylor's gorgeous eyes…

My straight black hair was stupid and plain. End of story.

I jumped as Ale came out of the bathroom, a sudden wave of hot steam encompassing my and his entire beings. Not only did I completely ignore my brother dripping wet in one single towel, I also ignored his question asking if I was alright.

Yes, I was fine. Why in Merlin's scraggy snow white beard would I not? I, Allegra Valencia Ermacora, was fine.

F. I. N. Freaking E.

Comprende?

Capiche?

Get it? Got it? Good.

I didn't need someone taking care of me. I was a femme fatale! I was at the top of my game and nothing was going to stop me!

"I can't believe you ate nine crepes on your own, Ale," I sighed, tapping my foot against the floor impatiently and wiping at crumbs around his mouth. It'd been nearly an hour since the lady that we were supposed to meet was supposed to meet. She wasn't there yet. And we were the only ones in the place, besides the cute waitresses.

Ale was about to speak, yet stopped when I raised my hand, wanting him to swallow the huge bite of Dutch crepes before even daring to speak. "It's not usual. I mean, unusual. I do it every day. You're nervous, aren't you, Ave?" Ave were my initials and also meant "bird" in Spanish.

The heat radiating from my fourth cup of hot joe warmed my always chilled hands. I sighed and glared at the dirty canister of napkins as I thought my answer out. Sammy's Diner was as dirty as the ghetto, but damn did it serve fantastic food and have the best service in the entire world. We already had everything from the menu… twice each. We went there for every meal for ten days. What? It was very good, but not nearly as good as our Mother's cooking was. Her cooking had made all professional chefs' cooking look like utter crap.

I tucked a long piece of black hair behind my ear, speaking now that I was mentally prepared, "Yeah. I am. What if this one doesn't accept us too? I don't know what we'd do then…" He snorted and I sharply looked up, my purple eyes narrowing to nearly slits. Alessandro quickly apologized before nearly swallowing a crepe whole.

He knew how much of a temper I had. It was inherited… from my insane American Father who hates my guts because I looked like my Mother too much. Now, don't get me wrong; my dad loved my Mom, but that was before he was diagnosed with dementia right after our Mom died. He hadn't been the same since then.

The problem was that I looked like my Mother. I mean, we could have been identical twins except that she was totally beautiful and kind whereas I was the ugly sister (not stepsister). My Mother was Italian, but was born here only because her parents were escaping Benito Mussolini around the time of World War II. She, and her mother and father, were also wizards. It was how both Ale and I got our wizard genes.

My Dad wanted revenge for leaving his children freaks in a society of regular human beings. This hatred for wizards started even before his dementia. And the worst part? He thought that I was his deceased wife! He was out to get us, the both of us, to stop us from "infecting the world", whatever the heck that meant.

The little silver bell that signaled a person's arrival to the diner dinged as a person walked in. Instantly, waitresses crowded whoever came through the door. A rather stern, but also polite, Scottish voice cut through their girlish giggles and laughs to make them leave the person, their conversations having dropped when the person did stop their endless chatter.

I gripped my ebony wand in my pocket, my hand clammy from holding onto to it too tightly. What I saw and what I expected were too very different things. The first thought that came to mind was that it was Dad. It wasn't, which honestly surprised me. It was a stern-looking woman, who was thin and was obviously not from around here based on her clothing.

I stood up and kicked Ale's shin when he didn't as well. He childishly grumbled and stood up. My hand extended, "The professor from Hogwarts, I presume? My name is Allegra Ermacora and this is my brother, Alessandro Ermacora."

She nodded stiffly, but didn't shake my hand. It looked as if there was a plank of wood straight on her back or something up her butt, actually. I awkwardly put it back to my side. Yes, I thought, this is clearly a witch.

"We need to leave. Now," she said before walking out the door in a whoosh of her melodramatic robes. Both my brother and I looked confused, yet didn't question her authority in all of this.

It was chilly and cold outside, and I suddenly wanted the familiar embrace of my black hoodie jacket to camouflage myself with the night. She offered her arm to the both of us and we grimaced, not trusting her. "For the love of Merlin, if we do not Apparate now, then you might as well hand yourselves to your father and I doubt that you would ever want that," her Scottish accent apparent.

We gave each other a glance. He raised an eyebrow, a question in my authority as to if we should trust this woman we had only just met moments before. My purple eyes assessed her. She seemed formal, hardly a threat much less a kidnapper. Then again, she could've disguised herself with a polyjuice potion. There was a glint in her eyes that suddenly made me want to go with her to wherever we were going, Hogwarts most probably. I nodded to Ale.

We both took this woman's arm, not knowing where we were going or if something bad was going to happen to us.

All we did was hope for the best.

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