Angelina jumped up from her bed. "Morning love." Her mother said, pecking
her on the head and handing her a mug of milky tea. "Thanks mum."
Angelina sighed contentedly. Her mother sat on the edge of the bed, facing
Angelina. Angelina gazed at the colorful bedspread in front of her.
"Mom," Angelina's mother looked up from her mug icily. "I-I don't
understand." Her mother looked at Angelina with a cold, hard stare. "And
you never will." A short, pitiful, heart-wrenching wail escaped from
Angelina's lips. "Stop him! Why don't you stop him!" Her mother looked
down at an icing-covered cinnamon roll before taking a small bite. "Are
you done with your cup?" Her mother took the cup from Angelina's hands and
stared into the brown eyes speckled with green and gold. "I remember your
eyes, Angel. I loved them then and I love them now. But now you're asking
too many damn questions." Her mother's apron bustled as she walked out the
door. Angelina heard the washing of the cups and the spiritual that sprang
from her mother's lips. "Watch over all the Hebrew children."
Katie slipped into the breezy white shirt and tight fitting faded jeans. She brushed her hair into a ponytail and slipped her feet into sneakers. Gailiana groaned and reached for her pink watch before slipping her hand into it. "Ana, wake up." Katie shook her sister's shoulders and Gailiana stretched. Gailiana awoke quickly and dressed expertly. "Little sister, you are so fashionable." Katie said watching her pretty, delicate sister wearing only the most fashionable and trendy vintage jeans with black legwarmers pulled over them and a white button-down shirt with a red and white-checkered tie around the collar. Gailiana looked at Katie as she brushed her hair. They were silent for a minute before Gailiana spoke, "I'm sorry, Katie. You know for putting you and Mom and Dad through all this mess. I promise I'll do better." Katie extended her arms and hugged Gailiana close. Gailiana adjusted her tie and let her golden curls tumble down her back. "I love you, Katie-Bell." Katie grinned endearingly at her sister. "And I love you Gailiana-Bell." They embraced for a couple of minutes. "Oh Katie, it's not Gailiana anymore. I don't know what Mom and Dad were thinking when they named me. I'm changing my name to." She looked around the room, her eyes landing on a Willa Ford CD thrown across the floor. "Willa. My new name is Willa." The sisters stared at themselves in the mirror. "Sisters forever?" Willa asked quizzically. "Unless I disown you first, c'mere you little sixth year."
"Looks just like Lily." One with glasses said, tearily. A young woman with headphones around her ears and silky, black hair frowned. "But she's not related to Lily." A blonde looked at her, as if inspecting. "She's related to James. His second cousin's kid." A fair-haired one began talking, as if restoring order. "So technically, she's Harry's third cousin once removed." "Practically brother and sister." the one with the glasses said. "Not nearly." The one with the headphones said. "We're being so rude." The fair-haired one said. "We're your aunts darling. Your father was our brother." Jessica shook her head. "Surreal. Got issues much? Cause last time I checked my dad is Jamie Pike and he's downstairs watching television and drinking a." "Beer. Corona Lite." The head phoned one said wistfully. "I tried to steal one, but I'm being a good witch these days, you know sober. Haven't had a Muggle beer in two months, three weeks, and forty-one days. I'm Penelope Clearwater, recent grad of Hogwarts." She said, extending her hand. "These are my sisters. The crazy old bat with the glasses, that's Felicia. And the one with the blonde hair, Fiona. Then there's Felicity, Fran, Frankie, and Ferrari (that's the redhead). And Jamie is your uncle, took custody of you when Franco, your dad croaked." Jessica was in awe. "Tell me the story from the beginning."she said, patting a place beside her on her bed.
Katie slipped into the breezy white shirt and tight fitting faded jeans. She brushed her hair into a ponytail and slipped her feet into sneakers. Gailiana groaned and reached for her pink watch before slipping her hand into it. "Ana, wake up." Katie shook her sister's shoulders and Gailiana stretched. Gailiana awoke quickly and dressed expertly. "Little sister, you are so fashionable." Katie said watching her pretty, delicate sister wearing only the most fashionable and trendy vintage jeans with black legwarmers pulled over them and a white button-down shirt with a red and white-checkered tie around the collar. Gailiana looked at Katie as she brushed her hair. They were silent for a minute before Gailiana spoke, "I'm sorry, Katie. You know for putting you and Mom and Dad through all this mess. I promise I'll do better." Katie extended her arms and hugged Gailiana close. Gailiana adjusted her tie and let her golden curls tumble down her back. "I love you, Katie-Bell." Katie grinned endearingly at her sister. "And I love you Gailiana-Bell." They embraced for a couple of minutes. "Oh Katie, it's not Gailiana anymore. I don't know what Mom and Dad were thinking when they named me. I'm changing my name to." She looked around the room, her eyes landing on a Willa Ford CD thrown across the floor. "Willa. My new name is Willa." The sisters stared at themselves in the mirror. "Sisters forever?" Willa asked quizzically. "Unless I disown you first, c'mere you little sixth year."
"Looks just like Lily." One with glasses said, tearily. A young woman with headphones around her ears and silky, black hair frowned. "But she's not related to Lily." A blonde looked at her, as if inspecting. "She's related to James. His second cousin's kid." A fair-haired one began talking, as if restoring order. "So technically, she's Harry's third cousin once removed." "Practically brother and sister." the one with the glasses said. "Not nearly." The one with the headphones said. "We're being so rude." The fair-haired one said. "We're your aunts darling. Your father was our brother." Jessica shook her head. "Surreal. Got issues much? Cause last time I checked my dad is Jamie Pike and he's downstairs watching television and drinking a." "Beer. Corona Lite." The head phoned one said wistfully. "I tried to steal one, but I'm being a good witch these days, you know sober. Haven't had a Muggle beer in two months, three weeks, and forty-one days. I'm Penelope Clearwater, recent grad of Hogwarts." She said, extending her hand. "These are my sisters. The crazy old bat with the glasses, that's Felicia. And the one with the blonde hair, Fiona. Then there's Felicity, Fran, Frankie, and Ferrari (that's the redhead). And Jamie is your uncle, took custody of you when Franco, your dad croaked." Jessica was in awe. "Tell me the story from the beginning."she said, patting a place beside her on her bed.
