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have a nice day.
A/N-Since fanfiction.net seems to hate my telepathic conversations between
the twins, I'll put them like this now:
Morgan and Spencer (telepathy) "Conversation"
Does everyone understand? Good, lets continue.
Sara mumbled to herself as she trudged up to her uncle's office. The floor was once again littered with parchment. "Uncle Albus? Where are you?" She called, stepping gingerly over a particularly large leather bound book. The sorting hat was on his desk, eyes closed as if sleeping. "Have you seem my uncle lately little hat?" She asked, placing it on her head.
"Not in the last hour Sara. Get going. He won't be happy if he sees me on you...again!"
Sara sighed and put the hat down. "Uncle Albus?! Where does any busy-bodied old man go on a rainy day?"
"Why they go out to study the lovely stratocumulus clouds out today Sara!"
She jumped at her uncle's voice and tripped over a pile of dusty parchment paper, hitting her head off Fawks the Phoenix's perch. The bird burst into the air, squawking loudly, as if appalled by her. His wings sent more papers into the air, which caused Albus to lose his balance and fall onto Sara. She screamed and that scared Fawks who began to cry. "EVERYBODY STOP!" She shouted. The room went dead silent and she pushed her uncle away. "You need to clean this up Uncle before mother gets here to take me home. She hates it when you're messy around me. 'It's a bad example on an impressionable young lady.' She says. Well, my friends would be hell spawn compared to her vision of 'civilized society,' don't you agree Uncle Albus? Uncle Albus!"
Albus Dumbledore was laughing hysterically and rolling on the floor. "Why...my dear...your mother is a fright! She is so...gloomy and the way you talk about her makes her sound like such a prude. Well, she is a prude!"
Sara's eyes widened. "You've gone insane. Finally! My dear old Uncle Albus has crossed the line between genius and insanity! You're crazy!" Then she burst out laughing. "So am I and she is a prude!"
Fawks was glaring at the two of them and a voice suddenly flitted into her mind. 'If mother hears this she'll kill me...' Sara looked up and low and behold, there was her mother. "Mama? I-I..." Her mother struck her hard across the face and began dragging her by her left arm, her wand arm, toward the door. "Let go Mama! You're hurting me!" Usually when her mother hit her, Spencer or Morgan was there to protect her but they had gone home for the summer this year. Home to the orphanage, if you could call it home that is.
She kicked away, screaming for the twins but knowing they couldn't help her unless they were up to one of Spencer's tricks and had planted a spell to look out for her. She didn't know how right she was.
Back at the Orphanage Morgan and Spencer (telepathy)
"Morgan! Where are you?!" Spencer shouted in his mind, running through the girls' dorm area. "Answer me!"
"What do you want and why are you screaming? You're going to wake the dead!"
"You're the only person that can hear me like this and you will be dead if you don't come out here! Courtesy of me!"
Morgan stumbled out of her bunkroom and wiped sleep from her eyes.
Speaking Out loud again
"What?" She whispered.
"Sara and her mother are at it again. The spell I put in Dumbledore's office went off today. She hit her."
Morgan groaned. "If the girl could keep her sharp tongue to herself she'd be better off! She wouldn't need your protection everywhere she went."
Spencer glared. "She's our best friend and I think you had better care to or I'll put a hurting on you like you've never felt before!" His blue eyes flashed anger and hatred.
"You are such a Slytherin!"
Spencer grimaced. "And you are such a Gryffindor!"
Morgan tossed her raven black hair over her shoulder and sighed. "That I am dear brother...that I am."
"Shut your trap or I'll break it!" Spencer's eyes showed that he wasn't kidding. Despite the fact that Morgan was his sister, he had only known that for two years now. He had realized it when he started hearing her voice in his head and she started hearing his in her head.
Morgan shut-up. Spencer was known not to make empty threats. "Well, what do you suppose we do?"
"Send an owl to Harry, Ron, Hermione, and unfortunately..." He shivered. "Draco." The last word came out as a low hiss.
"And what of Ryann? Do we leave her out Master?" Morgan took her chance and mocked him. Spencer grabbed her shoulders and pushed her against the wall.
"I told you I'd break it...don't make me actually do it Morgan!" She nodded at these words.
"I won't...just let me go." Spencer let her slide down the wall to her feet.
"I'll write the letters in the morning. I have no more to tell you about..."
Morgan and Spencer (telepathy) "Conversation"
Does everyone understand? Good, lets continue.
Sara mumbled to herself as she trudged up to her uncle's office. The floor was once again littered with parchment. "Uncle Albus? Where are you?" She called, stepping gingerly over a particularly large leather bound book. The sorting hat was on his desk, eyes closed as if sleeping. "Have you seem my uncle lately little hat?" She asked, placing it on her head.
"Not in the last hour Sara. Get going. He won't be happy if he sees me on you...again!"
Sara sighed and put the hat down. "Uncle Albus?! Where does any busy-bodied old man go on a rainy day?"
"Why they go out to study the lovely stratocumulus clouds out today Sara!"
She jumped at her uncle's voice and tripped over a pile of dusty parchment paper, hitting her head off Fawks the Phoenix's perch. The bird burst into the air, squawking loudly, as if appalled by her. His wings sent more papers into the air, which caused Albus to lose his balance and fall onto Sara. She screamed and that scared Fawks who began to cry. "EVERYBODY STOP!" She shouted. The room went dead silent and she pushed her uncle away. "You need to clean this up Uncle before mother gets here to take me home. She hates it when you're messy around me. 'It's a bad example on an impressionable young lady.' She says. Well, my friends would be hell spawn compared to her vision of 'civilized society,' don't you agree Uncle Albus? Uncle Albus!"
Albus Dumbledore was laughing hysterically and rolling on the floor. "Why...my dear...your mother is a fright! She is so...gloomy and the way you talk about her makes her sound like such a prude. Well, she is a prude!"
Sara's eyes widened. "You've gone insane. Finally! My dear old Uncle Albus has crossed the line between genius and insanity! You're crazy!" Then she burst out laughing. "So am I and she is a prude!"
Fawks was glaring at the two of them and a voice suddenly flitted into her mind. 'If mother hears this she'll kill me...' Sara looked up and low and behold, there was her mother. "Mama? I-I..." Her mother struck her hard across the face and began dragging her by her left arm, her wand arm, toward the door. "Let go Mama! You're hurting me!" Usually when her mother hit her, Spencer or Morgan was there to protect her but they had gone home for the summer this year. Home to the orphanage, if you could call it home that is.
She kicked away, screaming for the twins but knowing they couldn't help her unless they were up to one of Spencer's tricks and had planted a spell to look out for her. She didn't know how right she was.
Back at the Orphanage Morgan and Spencer (telepathy)
"Morgan! Where are you?!" Spencer shouted in his mind, running through the girls' dorm area. "Answer me!"
"What do you want and why are you screaming? You're going to wake the dead!"
"You're the only person that can hear me like this and you will be dead if you don't come out here! Courtesy of me!"
Morgan stumbled out of her bunkroom and wiped sleep from her eyes.
Speaking Out loud again
"What?" She whispered.
"Sara and her mother are at it again. The spell I put in Dumbledore's office went off today. She hit her."
Morgan groaned. "If the girl could keep her sharp tongue to herself she'd be better off! She wouldn't need your protection everywhere she went."
Spencer glared. "She's our best friend and I think you had better care to or I'll put a hurting on you like you've never felt before!" His blue eyes flashed anger and hatred.
"You are such a Slytherin!"
Spencer grimaced. "And you are such a Gryffindor!"
Morgan tossed her raven black hair over her shoulder and sighed. "That I am dear brother...that I am."
"Shut your trap or I'll break it!" Spencer's eyes showed that he wasn't kidding. Despite the fact that Morgan was his sister, he had only known that for two years now. He had realized it when he started hearing her voice in his head and she started hearing his in her head.
Morgan shut-up. Spencer was known not to make empty threats. "Well, what do you suppose we do?"
"Send an owl to Harry, Ron, Hermione, and unfortunately..." He shivered. "Draco." The last word came out as a low hiss.
"And what of Ryann? Do we leave her out Master?" Morgan took her chance and mocked him. Spencer grabbed her shoulders and pushed her against the wall.
"I told you I'd break it...don't make me actually do it Morgan!" She nodded at these words.
"I won't...just let me go." Spencer let her slide down the wall to her feet.
"I'll write the letters in the morning. I have no more to tell you about..."