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Thank the Goddess for Cell Phones
The harsh morning sun streamed its obnoxious tendrils of bright golden light into a large bedroom, trying vainly to
permeate the thick black curtains that obscured the majority of the mahogany canopy from light. Some light had wormed
itself into the darkness of the bed and an angry yell fought its way through the curtains. They were thrown back and a tousled
dark head, soon followed by a body clad in red and gold tank-top and baggy pants, erupted from the bed. Dark curses and
mutters came from the girl as she tried to attack her mid-length black hair with a wooden brush. Like most mornings, the brush decided to get stuck and she yelled an angry curse. This was a typical morning for Analissa Maeko. Very few things in the wee
hours of the morn, anything earlier the two in the afternoon, went right for her in her mind. When she was finally able to free the
brush from her hair she threw it at one of her mirrors and let out an aggravated shriek as the glass shattered.
"Damn you, you bloody buggery piece of incompetent worthless wood!"
An audible snort came from behind her and she whirled around, her anger gladly reaching out for a new victim to curse.
There was a boy exactly her age leaning on the door frame, identical to her in every way except for the fact that he was a
guy.
"What the hell do you want Gabe? It is so freakin' early!"
"Lissa it's three in the afternoon, I've been up for seven hours already. Oh yes, you shouldn't treat a mirror like that. Mum
bought it from right from the manufacturers in France, remember?"
She simply grabbed her wand from the waistband of her pants and shot a light hex at her brother. Their house was shielded
against the Ministry of Magic detecting any magic being performed within its boundaries by minors. The bolt of orange light
smacked him right in the chest and he toppled forward. She stormed forward and lightly kicked him over her bare foot.
"You are a bastard and should die because of it. You should feel special; you are the first person to have that hex placed upon
you. You'll have a lovely face full of zits for two weeks. Won't that be fun Gabe?"
She did not pay enough attention to him and he grabbed her ankle and twisted her leg underneath her so she would fall. With
an angry yelp she hit the carpeted floor and immediately threw her wand away and straddles her brother's chest. Her
fists rained down on him and then she was down and he was beating on her. This was normal for the twins. They had a major
love-hate relationship, though they would jump to the other's aid at a moment's notice. Someone must have heard the
twin's screams and shouts because a pair of hands roughly pulled them apart and held then at an arms length apart. Lissa
had a split lip and Gabe had a black eye, but the two of them were grinning like loons. The man looked the two of them with
a stern eye.
"How many times do I have to tell you two? No fighting!"
"But we weren't fighting Father, we were wrestling. There is a difference you know." She snorted and twisted out of her
father's strong grip. She idly brushed some nonexistent dust from her loose pants and crossed her arms beneath her chest.
"Now you two need to vacate the premise of my room before I curse you to the Goddess's arms." She held her wand
menacingly until the two men edged rapidly out of the room. Lissa slammed the door behind her family and muttered a
locking spell. She trudged slowly over to her bed and flopped down on it, her head buried deeply in the dark flannel of her
pillow. Her father was a wizard and her mother was a muggle. They lived in a decent sized house in a muggle neighborhood
and the only charm on the house was to allow the underage inhabitants to perform magic. Memories flooded through her
head and she picked through recollections of her past. She remembered her sorting, that was definitely something that had
puzzled her for some time.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Sorting ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
The patched hat was set down on her dark hair. For several seconds the hat was silent, and then it spoke.
"How very strange! How very, very strange! I didn't think I'd be getting anymore of your family."
"Excuse me Sir, but why do you say that? My parents have had another child before my brother and me."
"It is not my place to say child, but I suspect someday you will learn the truth."
"The truth?"
The sorting hat didn't answer her question and started pawing through her head.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
She sighed and took her face out of her pillow, her hair frizzing about her head like a dark halo. With a quiet, almost inaudible
sigh, she sat up and tucked her hair behind her ears. School would be starting in less then a month and there was a strange
sense of foreboding welling up inside of Lissa. She rubbed her eyes slowly then got up from the bed and went over to her
wardrobe. This piece of furniture was a delightful thing. Depending on her moods, it would be filled with the proper clothing.
She threw the doors open and was glad to find an array of black skirts, fishnets, and black t-shirts. She selected her outfit and
was soon dressed. She looked in the mirror at her mass of hair that currently looked like Medusa's serpents. She idly ran a hand
through them then exited her room. The moment her door was shut she was knocked to the ground by an excited person. A
fierce growl erupted from Lissa and she was about to knock the person senseless when she realized who it was.
"Gabe you stupid bastard! What have I told you about sneaking up on me?"
He flashed a wide grin to her, his white teeth flashing in the soft light of the hallway. "You told me never to sneak up on you, so
I of course have to sneak up on you."
An angry snort came from her as she started to get off of her brother. "You are such a stupid arse, you know that?"
He waited for her to get up then lunged at her, knocking her backwards onto the hardwood floors. "Lissa will you drive me
down Diagon Alley?"
"Why?"
"Because we have to get our school supplies."
"Dude, you stupid prat, we can just floo to Malkins. I'm supposed to meet Harry and Ron there today anyway."
"But I want you to drive me there!"
"I'm flooing, you can drive if you want to, but the muggle police men will arrest you and then Mum and Dad'll have to bail you
out from one of those jails!"
Gabe considered this option for a moment then grinned widely down to his sister. "Good idea Sis! Let us go!" He hopped off of
her and offered her his hand. She took it and he pulled her up. The twins went downstairs to the massive living room. Gabe
pointed his wand at the fire and it burst into life. Lissa shook her head and lightly smacked him across the head for showing off.
She took a lungful of air and he clamped his hands over his ears to prevent his eardrums from exploding.
"MUM! GABE AND I ARE GOING TO DIAGON ALLEY; WE'LL BE BACK IN A FEW HOURS!"
"Okay kids, have fun!"
The two teens hooked arms and Lissa threw a handful of sparkly purple powder into the fire and hollered, "Madame Malkins."
And then they stepped into the fire and were swept away.
Gabe hit the ground first and Lissa tripped over his prone body. She landed face down in a pile of ashes with a muffled
shriek. She was up on her knees and hitting her brother's back with balled up fists.
"Gabe you stupid bastard! You have flooed your entire freakin' life and you still fall over every time!"
The siblings started fist fighting again and Madame Malkin arrived in her personal study to find the children of one of her
closest friends tearing each other up.
"Children! What on earth are you two doing? Analissa get off of your brother, Gabriel stop hitting your sister!"
The two broke apart and Lissa rapidly wiped her face on her arm, getting most of the ashes off. Malkin waved her wand at the
two and they were instantly clean.
"Why must you two constantly fight?"
"We don't constantly fight Madame Malkin!"
"No we don't." At that exact moment Gabe got up and pulled his sister up with him. His arm went to its place around her
waist in that protective gesture and her head rested on his shoulder. The older woman shook her head slowly and looked at
the twins.
"Sometimes I really don't know what to do with you two. One minute you are killing each other, the next you are hugging. I'll
never understand. Why are you two here?"
"We're getting our school stuff."
"Oh, have fun children."
"We will." They chorused in unison. They flashed a grin to her then left the shop arm in arm. They started singing softly, their
soprano and tenor voice harmoniously weaving together to astound any who heard. Several witches and wizards stopped
walking when their sweet singing reached them. Lissa seemed to notice the stares and rapidly backhanded her brother across
the head.
"Shut it."
"Why?"
"People are staring and several actually started following. It's rather eerie."
This happened a lot. The twins never really understood why people found their intertwined voices so hauntingly melodious.
She pushed it out of her head and dragged her brother into the Flourish and Blotts.
After several hours, the twins were finished. Both were extremely tired and decided that they would crash at the Leaky
Cauldron for the night. Luckily, their mother insisted that they have muggle cellular phones and Lissa had taken hers with her.
Gabe went and got them a room while she called home. The phone rang and rang for what seemed like an eternity, and
absolute terror welled up inside of her. Their mother always answered the phone, no matter what. She gulped down the lump
of fear in her throat and went over to the bar. She touched Gabe's shoulder lightly.
"Gabe, I think there's something wrong at home."
"What? Why do you say that?"
"Mum." She gulped, "didn't answer the phone."
Gabe luckily understood the meaning of her words and he nodded quickly. "Okay, you gonna floo home and make sure
everything's okay?"
"Hell yes!" She squeaked. She gave him her bags and hurried over to the blazing fireplace that was constantly burning in that
small pub. She grabbed a handful of glittery powder and through it into the fire. "Maeko residence!" She hollered into the
flames and threw herself into them when they flared green. Lissa stumbled into the living room and a terrified scream erupted
from her at what she saw.
I'm baaaaack! Did any of you like this chapter? I apologize for any misspelled or misplaced words, I'm usually pretty crappy at grammar. I'd really, really, really appreciate reviews, they make me write faster!
Your Lord and Master, Foamy the Squirrel
Thank the Goddess for Cell Phones
The harsh morning sun streamed its obnoxious tendrils of bright golden light into a large bedroom, trying vainly to
permeate the thick black curtains that obscured the majority of the mahogany canopy from light. Some light had wormed
itself into the darkness of the bed and an angry yell fought its way through the curtains. They were thrown back and a tousled
dark head, soon followed by a body clad in red and gold tank-top and baggy pants, erupted from the bed. Dark curses and
mutters came from the girl as she tried to attack her mid-length black hair with a wooden brush. Like most mornings, the brush decided to get stuck and she yelled an angry curse. This was a typical morning for Analissa Maeko. Very few things in the wee
hours of the morn, anything earlier the two in the afternoon, went right for her in her mind. When she was finally able to free the
brush from her hair she threw it at one of her mirrors and let out an aggravated shriek as the glass shattered.
"Damn you, you bloody buggery piece of incompetent worthless wood!"
An audible snort came from behind her and she whirled around, her anger gladly reaching out for a new victim to curse.
There was a boy exactly her age leaning on the door frame, identical to her in every way except for the fact that he was a
guy.
"What the hell do you want Gabe? It is so freakin' early!"
"Lissa it's three in the afternoon, I've been up for seven hours already. Oh yes, you shouldn't treat a mirror like that. Mum
bought it from right from the manufacturers in France, remember?"
She simply grabbed her wand from the waistband of her pants and shot a light hex at her brother. Their house was shielded
against the Ministry of Magic detecting any magic being performed within its boundaries by minors. The bolt of orange light
smacked him right in the chest and he toppled forward. She stormed forward and lightly kicked him over her bare foot.
"You are a bastard and should die because of it. You should feel special; you are the first person to have that hex placed upon
you. You'll have a lovely face full of zits for two weeks. Won't that be fun Gabe?"
She did not pay enough attention to him and he grabbed her ankle and twisted her leg underneath her so she would fall. With
an angry yelp she hit the carpeted floor and immediately threw her wand away and straddles her brother's chest. Her
fists rained down on him and then she was down and he was beating on her. This was normal for the twins. They had a major
love-hate relationship, though they would jump to the other's aid at a moment's notice. Someone must have heard the
twin's screams and shouts because a pair of hands roughly pulled them apart and held then at an arms length apart. Lissa
had a split lip and Gabe had a black eye, but the two of them were grinning like loons. The man looked the two of them with
a stern eye.
"How many times do I have to tell you two? No fighting!"
"But we weren't fighting Father, we were wrestling. There is a difference you know." She snorted and twisted out of her
father's strong grip. She idly brushed some nonexistent dust from her loose pants and crossed her arms beneath her chest.
"Now you two need to vacate the premise of my room before I curse you to the Goddess's arms." She held her wand
menacingly until the two men edged rapidly out of the room. Lissa slammed the door behind her family and muttered a
locking spell. She trudged slowly over to her bed and flopped down on it, her head buried deeply in the dark flannel of her
pillow. Her father was a wizard and her mother was a muggle. They lived in a decent sized house in a muggle neighborhood
and the only charm on the house was to allow the underage inhabitants to perform magic. Memories flooded through her
head and she picked through recollections of her past. She remembered her sorting, that was definitely something that had
puzzled her for some time.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Sorting ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
The patched hat was set down on her dark hair. For several seconds the hat was silent, and then it spoke.
"How very strange! How very, very strange! I didn't think I'd be getting anymore of your family."
"Excuse me Sir, but why do you say that? My parents have had another child before my brother and me."
"It is not my place to say child, but I suspect someday you will learn the truth."
"The truth?"
The sorting hat didn't answer her question and started pawing through her head.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
She sighed and took her face out of her pillow, her hair frizzing about her head like a dark halo. With a quiet, almost inaudible
sigh, she sat up and tucked her hair behind her ears. School would be starting in less then a month and there was a strange
sense of foreboding welling up inside of Lissa. She rubbed her eyes slowly then got up from the bed and went over to her
wardrobe. This piece of furniture was a delightful thing. Depending on her moods, it would be filled with the proper clothing.
She threw the doors open and was glad to find an array of black skirts, fishnets, and black t-shirts. She selected her outfit and
was soon dressed. She looked in the mirror at her mass of hair that currently looked like Medusa's serpents. She idly ran a hand
through them then exited her room. The moment her door was shut she was knocked to the ground by an excited person. A
fierce growl erupted from Lissa and she was about to knock the person senseless when she realized who it was.
"Gabe you stupid bastard! What have I told you about sneaking up on me?"
He flashed a wide grin to her, his white teeth flashing in the soft light of the hallway. "You told me never to sneak up on you, so
I of course have to sneak up on you."
An angry snort came from her as she started to get off of her brother. "You are such a stupid arse, you know that?"
He waited for her to get up then lunged at her, knocking her backwards onto the hardwood floors. "Lissa will you drive me
down Diagon Alley?"
"Why?"
"Because we have to get our school supplies."
"Dude, you stupid prat, we can just floo to Malkins. I'm supposed to meet Harry and Ron there today anyway."
"But I want you to drive me there!"
"I'm flooing, you can drive if you want to, but the muggle police men will arrest you and then Mum and Dad'll have to bail you
out from one of those jails!"
Gabe considered this option for a moment then grinned widely down to his sister. "Good idea Sis! Let us go!" He hopped off of
her and offered her his hand. She took it and he pulled her up. The twins went downstairs to the massive living room. Gabe
pointed his wand at the fire and it burst into life. Lissa shook her head and lightly smacked him across the head for showing off.
She took a lungful of air and he clamped his hands over his ears to prevent his eardrums from exploding.
"MUM! GABE AND I ARE GOING TO DIAGON ALLEY; WE'LL BE BACK IN A FEW HOURS!"
"Okay kids, have fun!"
The two teens hooked arms and Lissa threw a handful of sparkly purple powder into the fire and hollered, "Madame Malkins."
And then they stepped into the fire and were swept away.
Gabe hit the ground first and Lissa tripped over his prone body. She landed face down in a pile of ashes with a muffled
shriek. She was up on her knees and hitting her brother's back with balled up fists.
"Gabe you stupid bastard! You have flooed your entire freakin' life and you still fall over every time!"
The siblings started fist fighting again and Madame Malkin arrived in her personal study to find the children of one of her
closest friends tearing each other up.
"Children! What on earth are you two doing? Analissa get off of your brother, Gabriel stop hitting your sister!"
The two broke apart and Lissa rapidly wiped her face on her arm, getting most of the ashes off. Malkin waved her wand at the
two and they were instantly clean.
"Why must you two constantly fight?"
"We don't constantly fight Madame Malkin!"
"No we don't." At that exact moment Gabe got up and pulled his sister up with him. His arm went to its place around her
waist in that protective gesture and her head rested on his shoulder. The older woman shook her head slowly and looked at
the twins.
"Sometimes I really don't know what to do with you two. One minute you are killing each other, the next you are hugging. I'll
never understand. Why are you two here?"
"We're getting our school stuff."
"Oh, have fun children."
"We will." They chorused in unison. They flashed a grin to her then left the shop arm in arm. They started singing softly, their
soprano and tenor voice harmoniously weaving together to astound any who heard. Several witches and wizards stopped
walking when their sweet singing reached them. Lissa seemed to notice the stares and rapidly backhanded her brother across
the head.
"Shut it."
"Why?"
"People are staring and several actually started following. It's rather eerie."
This happened a lot. The twins never really understood why people found their intertwined voices so hauntingly melodious.
She pushed it out of her head and dragged her brother into the Flourish and Blotts.
After several hours, the twins were finished. Both were extremely tired and decided that they would crash at the Leaky
Cauldron for the night. Luckily, their mother insisted that they have muggle cellular phones and Lissa had taken hers with her.
Gabe went and got them a room while she called home. The phone rang and rang for what seemed like an eternity, and
absolute terror welled up inside of her. Their mother always answered the phone, no matter what. She gulped down the lump
of fear in her throat and went over to the bar. She touched Gabe's shoulder lightly.
"Gabe, I think there's something wrong at home."
"What? Why do you say that?"
"Mum." She gulped, "didn't answer the phone."
Gabe luckily understood the meaning of her words and he nodded quickly. "Okay, you gonna floo home and make sure
everything's okay?"
"Hell yes!" She squeaked. She gave him her bags and hurried over to the blazing fireplace that was constantly burning in that
small pub. She grabbed a handful of glittery powder and through it into the fire. "Maeko residence!" She hollered into the
flames and threw herself into them when they flared green. Lissa stumbled into the living room and a terrified scream erupted
from her at what she saw.
I'm baaaaack! Did any of you like this chapter? I apologize for any misspelled or misplaced words, I'm usually pretty crappy at grammar. I'd really, really, really appreciate reviews, they make me write faster!
Your Lord and Master, Foamy the Squirrel