I was awoken by the smell of actual, not burnt, food. But part of me hated myself for waking up at the good part of my dream. I looked around the room at the various potted plants and hockey posters. A Canadian flag hung over the closet. I'm in Matt's room. I swung my legs over the side of the bed and slowly walked out of the room. I walked over to my room and searched my dresser for something to wear. I settled for a pair of purple bell-bottoms and a white collar shirt.

After a quick shower I skipped downstairs and was met with the rare sight of my brother cooking something other than pancakes for breakfast.

"Who are you?" I joked. "Where is my big brother?" Matt rolled his eyes.

"What did that psychiatrist say to you? Must have been pretty bad to make you have night terrors like that." Matt handed me a plait of eggs and toast. "You eat eggs right?"

"Yes," I bit a piece of toast. "I don't know what she said that set me off. We just talked about my childhood," Matt nodded. "Are you taking me back again today?"

"Fuck no, you go once every two weeks. Besides, the Maple Leafs are playing against the Oilers later." I smiled, of course he wouldn't miss a hockey game.

I poured a cup of coffee and was on my way to sit at the small dining room table, but when I looked out the window I spotted something in the distance. Something was coming up the, now free of snow, road.

"Matt, car." I walked over to the window and watched as the car drove past the two pine trees and stopped just to the left of Matt's car.

"Get away from the window they'll know someone is here." I ignored Matt and watched as a man wearing a black bomber jacket stepped out of the car and inspected the tires.

"I think he needs help."

"Leave it alone Cole."

"He's walking up to the house, and has a suitcase."

"God Damn it!" Matt finally got up and walked over to the kitchen door. He swung it open and the door hit the kitchen counter with a loud, BANG. The unexpected noise made me jump a little. "Couldn't have fucking called first!" My interest and curiosity peaked. Matt never had visitors, he didn't have friends.

"Nah, figured I'd surprise ya." The man's voice was different. It was clear and sounded as if he thought highly of himself. However it also sounded like a mask. A mask for insecurities and an unstable future.

"Man, I've got my sister living with me now. There is literally no place for you to sleep."

"He's right, I don't like to share and Minette doesn't like it either." I smirked and began to sip the now cool coffee. Matt sighed, I could practically see him rolling his eyes at me.

"Shit," the man's smirk was evident in his voice. "I forgot you had a third sister. She's the one that everyone is scared of?" I slammed the coffee cup down onto the table, I wasn't a bad person, truly I wasn't. It was a misunderstanding, it really was. I was strong, stronger than anyone realized, but I was also different. And people tend to fear the unknown. Sometimes I thought that they were right.

"Yeah, that sounds like me." I stood up and walked over to the door. "And who the fuck are you?" I knew who he was. I had met him a few times, but he wouldn't have remembered me. I was either very young, or very unimportant.

"Al Jones," he answered me, smirking. Mostlikely amused by me.

"Yeah, well, have you ever considered that there may be some truth to what they say about me?" I smirked as Al stepped into the kitchen. Matt lost interest in us and went back to the table. "Maybe there is a reason I'm out there?" I walked around him once, trying my best to be intimidating. But he was much taller than I was, so it probably looked silly. "So don't test me Allen." Al glared down at me. He looked like he was deciding on what to say, suddenly he laughed a little and shoved his hands into his coat pockets.

"Sure dollface," he said. Then he leaned down close to me and whispered. "How about you make yourself useful and go get my stuff from the car. Isn't that why Francois kept you around? So that you can do work for him." When he stood up straight he was smirking, clearly trying to get on my nerves, and succeeding. I glared up at him. I debated on if I should cast a spell on him. Balling my hands into fists, I could feel the magic flowing through my body. My hands started to glow, and the American started to look a little impressed. "Go ahead, do it." And I was going to, but Matt grabbed my shoulders and moved me behind him.

"Collette goes upstairs." Matt commanded.

"Espèce d'enfoiré. Obtenez-le vous-même!" I yelled and threw my hands up in frustration.

"Collette go, now!" Matt turned to look at me, and he wasn't very happy. I just shook my head and headed up to my room.

"You know you remind me of someone!" Al yelled as I walked up the stairs.

"You're a fucking asshole, ya know that?" I heard Matt say.