And I actually remembered to upload this. XD

sorry it's kinda short...

And thanks to coauthor person Kitty Smith. :)

As always...if this was mine then i probably wouldn't be writing a fanfic of it AND I'd be rich. lol.

Katherine nodded mutely, This is just a joke, isn't it? Can magic really exist?
Andrea, their mother, leaned over their shoulders, and her own rusty-brown waves of hair tickled Lydia's nose. As Lydia swatted the hair away, Andrea sighed.
Returning to her side of the table, Andrea sat down in a defeated manner,

"It seems that you two have the gene. I suppose we should call your aunt over."
Lydia and Katherine's heads snapped up and away from the letters,

"Aunt Margaret?"
Andrea shook her head and their father, Michel, patted her hand with his larger one,

"No, your Aunt Amelia- my sister."
The twins looked at each other in shock, seeing their own expressions mirrored back to them, although Lydia's eyebrows always went higher and Katherine's eyes were generally wider. They switched their gaze from each other to stare accusingly at their mother.
Katherine started numbly,

"Why didn't-"
"You ever-" Lydia continued angrily, slamming a hand down on the yellow-brown wood of the table.
"Tell us?" They finished together. The warm golden tones of the kitchen fell away as they both zeroed in on their petite mother, who seemed even smaller as she admitted her lies.

"You said you were an only child!" Lydia accused and Andrea looked down at her hands.
Michel took over the storyline, putting his arm around Andrea,

"We always wanted to tell you, but there are aspects of Amelia's life that-" Michel hesitated, "-that are dangerous."
For a while the silence stretched, but Annie piped up,

"She has a pretty name!" Everyone gave a tense laugh and Andrea stood up.

"I think it would be easier if I phoned Amelia and had her come explain," she elaborated as she walked toward the white wall phone.
"Does she live nearby?" Katherine asked, a mixture of confusion and trepidation in her voice as she spoke, "Or are we going to have to wait for days?"
A loud crack sounded throughout the house and a voice answered,

"She lives in Scotland and she's right here." With a grin, Amelia spread her arms wide and teased, "What, no hug?"