Sorcha and Breena Turston sat next to eachother on the Hogwarts
Express. They stared calmly out the window as the many passengers gathered
on Platform 9 ¾ to say their goodbyes. Sorcha and Breena were identical
twins with Jet Black hair, piercing blue eyes and pale complexions. They
were entering their fifth year at Hogwarts.
All their lives Sorcha and Breena had done everything together. They played together, dressed identically, and spoke a secret twin language. They always wanted the same toys and wanted to do the same things. They wanted to be together, always. Their parents, both Magicfolk, knew how odd this behavior was. Even as the girls had grown up they never wanted to be appart. Their parents had always supported them and encouraged them to find their individual selves, but the girls would have none of it. Which was why it came as such a shock to everyone when the girls were sorted into separate houses. Sorcha had been a Gryfindor, and Breena a Slytherin. For the first time in their lives the girls had been forced apart.
While they were at school, they lived separately. But as soon as they returned home, the girls were inseparable. They sat now, on the train to school, dreading the time when they would arrive and be pulled apart again.
Two compartments over, Harry Potter, known to the wizarding world as The Boy Who Lived, and his friends Ron Weasley and Hermione Granger sat discussing their summers. Ron was talking excitedly about the joke shop his twin brothers Fred and George were soon opening, and Hermione was going on about the books she'd read and how excited she was for classes to start again. Harry sat listening to their stories, almost glum, wishing his summer had been as eventful. He'd gone to visit Ron for a month during the summer, but had been forced to return home to Privet Drive while the Weasleys went to visit Ron's brother Bill in Rumania.
In the compartment across the hall, Draco Malfoy and his friends Crabbe and Goyle were busy plotting their school year and devising evil ways to torment their enemy Harry Potter.
The train ride was over before they knew it, and the students piled onto the platform at the Hogsmeade Station. Breena and Sorcha hugged eachother goodbye and piled into the carriages to be taken up to the castle.
The Welcoming Feast was every bit as grand as always, and the Sorting Ceremony sorted the frightened looking first years into their houses. Breena sat miserably with her Slytherin peers and picked at her dinner. Barely anyone seemed to notice her lack of appetite.
Anyone but Draco Malfoy, that was. Draco had had his eye on Breena since the previous year's Yule Ball. He noticed she had hardly touched anything on her plate, and wondered what was bothering her. He wondered if she could perhaps be homesick so soon. He shrugged it off, and vowed to ask her to the Yule Ball by the end of the evening.
"Breena!" Draco called, as the girl was about to enter the Slytherin common room with her friends later that night. She paused and turned to look at him. He motioned for her to come over to him, and her friends giggled and pushed her towards him.
"We'll wait inside," one of the girls told her. She nodded and followed Malfoy down the hall.
"So, Breena, how was your summer?" he asked, making small talk. He slapped himself mentally for his lack of conversation skills. She shrugged and talked a little about her trip to the muggle beach. She and her sister had bewitched blonde hair and suntans to fit in and had tried flirting with muggle boys who seemed excessively thick.
"Stupid muggles," she commented. "I hate to ask this Draco, but where are we going?"
"Well, I like some hot chocolate before bed, so I thought we'd visit the kitchens," He explained, wondering why he hadn't told her in the first place. "Are you hungry at all? I noticed you didn't eat much of your dinner."
"I didn't realise anyone was watching me," she said, a bit flustered. "I am a little hungry," she admitted. Draco smiled. He was getting somewhere after all.
They walked along the corridors, making small talk until they arrived at the kitchen. Draco let them in, and soon they were swarmed with house elves. Draco and Breena got hot cocoa and some rolls that were left over from the feast. Breena couldn't help but notice a sad little elf in the corner.
"Are you alright?" she asked the elf. The elf nodded, her large eyes welling up with tears. "Then why are you crying?" she asked. The elf wiped the tears from her eyes.
"Please, Ma'am, forgive Winky. She is trying to be happy here," the elf said, her chin quivering. Breena smiled and broke off a piece of her roll.
"Here, cheer up. You've got lots to be happy about. Why don't you come up and visit sometime?" Breena offered. Winky brightened.
"Winky would like that, Ma'am," Winky replied, eating a small piece of the roll. She hopped off her stool and went to join the other elves. Draco walked over.
"Are you ready?" he asked. Breena nodded and they left the kitchen, walking slowly and eating their rolls. As they approached the common room, Draco stopped.
"Breena, I know it's kind of early, but I wanted to ask you something," He said, taking her hand. She looked at their hands together, and then slowly lifted her eyes to meet his. "I was wondering if I could have the privelage of taking you to the Yule Ball?" he asked. Breena's eyes fluttered back to their two hands, still joined together, and then back up to meet with his. They were shining now, as a small smile spread across her face.
"I'd love to go to the Yule Ball with you, Draco," she breathed, her voice barely above a whisper. Malfoy knew he had caught her off guard. He leaned over and gave her a soft kiss on her cheek, and they headed back to the Common Room. Draco never let go of her hand the whole time.
Draco slid into bed, and fell asleep quickly, confident that his school year would go well. Breena headed up to her dormitory and found her friends still waiting up for her.
"Well?" They gushed, as she set her hot cocoa down. She took her time, changing into her nightgown before she started talking.
"We went down to the kitchen and got hot cocoa, then as we were walking back he stopped and asked me to the Yule Ball," she told them. They squealed, except for Pansy, who looked pale.
"He asked you?" She said softly, sitting down on her bed. She looked at her hands.
"Yeah," Breena said, not sure what to say to Pansy. Pansy had been Draco's date the previous year, and Breena was sure Pansy had thought he would ask her again this year.
"It's kind of early to be looking for a date to to Yule Ball, isn't it?" Another of their roommates asked. Breena shrugged.
"I'm awfully tired," Pansy said suddenly. "Let's turn out the lights and go to bed, okay?" She asked, pleadingly. The other girls got into bed and someone turned out the lights. Breena sat up in her bed, finishing her hot cocoa. As she lay there, waiting to fall asleep, she touched her cheek, and a smile spread across her face.
All their lives Sorcha and Breena had done everything together. They played together, dressed identically, and spoke a secret twin language. They always wanted the same toys and wanted to do the same things. They wanted to be together, always. Their parents, both Magicfolk, knew how odd this behavior was. Even as the girls had grown up they never wanted to be appart. Their parents had always supported them and encouraged them to find their individual selves, but the girls would have none of it. Which was why it came as such a shock to everyone when the girls were sorted into separate houses. Sorcha had been a Gryfindor, and Breena a Slytherin. For the first time in their lives the girls had been forced apart.
While they were at school, they lived separately. But as soon as they returned home, the girls were inseparable. They sat now, on the train to school, dreading the time when they would arrive and be pulled apart again.
Two compartments over, Harry Potter, known to the wizarding world as The Boy Who Lived, and his friends Ron Weasley and Hermione Granger sat discussing their summers. Ron was talking excitedly about the joke shop his twin brothers Fred and George were soon opening, and Hermione was going on about the books she'd read and how excited she was for classes to start again. Harry sat listening to their stories, almost glum, wishing his summer had been as eventful. He'd gone to visit Ron for a month during the summer, but had been forced to return home to Privet Drive while the Weasleys went to visit Ron's brother Bill in Rumania.
In the compartment across the hall, Draco Malfoy and his friends Crabbe and Goyle were busy plotting their school year and devising evil ways to torment their enemy Harry Potter.
The train ride was over before they knew it, and the students piled onto the platform at the Hogsmeade Station. Breena and Sorcha hugged eachother goodbye and piled into the carriages to be taken up to the castle.
The Welcoming Feast was every bit as grand as always, and the Sorting Ceremony sorted the frightened looking first years into their houses. Breena sat miserably with her Slytherin peers and picked at her dinner. Barely anyone seemed to notice her lack of appetite.
Anyone but Draco Malfoy, that was. Draco had had his eye on Breena since the previous year's Yule Ball. He noticed she had hardly touched anything on her plate, and wondered what was bothering her. He wondered if she could perhaps be homesick so soon. He shrugged it off, and vowed to ask her to the Yule Ball by the end of the evening.
"Breena!" Draco called, as the girl was about to enter the Slytherin common room with her friends later that night. She paused and turned to look at him. He motioned for her to come over to him, and her friends giggled and pushed her towards him.
"We'll wait inside," one of the girls told her. She nodded and followed Malfoy down the hall.
"So, Breena, how was your summer?" he asked, making small talk. He slapped himself mentally for his lack of conversation skills. She shrugged and talked a little about her trip to the muggle beach. She and her sister had bewitched blonde hair and suntans to fit in and had tried flirting with muggle boys who seemed excessively thick.
"Stupid muggles," she commented. "I hate to ask this Draco, but where are we going?"
"Well, I like some hot chocolate before bed, so I thought we'd visit the kitchens," He explained, wondering why he hadn't told her in the first place. "Are you hungry at all? I noticed you didn't eat much of your dinner."
"I didn't realise anyone was watching me," she said, a bit flustered. "I am a little hungry," she admitted. Draco smiled. He was getting somewhere after all.
They walked along the corridors, making small talk until they arrived at the kitchen. Draco let them in, and soon they were swarmed with house elves. Draco and Breena got hot cocoa and some rolls that were left over from the feast. Breena couldn't help but notice a sad little elf in the corner.
"Are you alright?" she asked the elf. The elf nodded, her large eyes welling up with tears. "Then why are you crying?" she asked. The elf wiped the tears from her eyes.
"Please, Ma'am, forgive Winky. She is trying to be happy here," the elf said, her chin quivering. Breena smiled and broke off a piece of her roll.
"Here, cheer up. You've got lots to be happy about. Why don't you come up and visit sometime?" Breena offered. Winky brightened.
"Winky would like that, Ma'am," Winky replied, eating a small piece of the roll. She hopped off her stool and went to join the other elves. Draco walked over.
"Are you ready?" he asked. Breena nodded and they left the kitchen, walking slowly and eating their rolls. As they approached the common room, Draco stopped.
"Breena, I know it's kind of early, but I wanted to ask you something," He said, taking her hand. She looked at their hands together, and then slowly lifted her eyes to meet his. "I was wondering if I could have the privelage of taking you to the Yule Ball?" he asked. Breena's eyes fluttered back to their two hands, still joined together, and then back up to meet with his. They were shining now, as a small smile spread across her face.
"I'd love to go to the Yule Ball with you, Draco," she breathed, her voice barely above a whisper. Malfoy knew he had caught her off guard. He leaned over and gave her a soft kiss on her cheek, and they headed back to the Common Room. Draco never let go of her hand the whole time.
Draco slid into bed, and fell asleep quickly, confident that his school year would go well. Breena headed up to her dormitory and found her friends still waiting up for her.
"Well?" They gushed, as she set her hot cocoa down. She took her time, changing into her nightgown before she started talking.
"We went down to the kitchen and got hot cocoa, then as we were walking back he stopped and asked me to the Yule Ball," she told them. They squealed, except for Pansy, who looked pale.
"He asked you?" She said softly, sitting down on her bed. She looked at her hands.
"Yeah," Breena said, not sure what to say to Pansy. Pansy had been Draco's date the previous year, and Breena was sure Pansy had thought he would ask her again this year.
"It's kind of early to be looking for a date to to Yule Ball, isn't it?" Another of their roommates asked. Breena shrugged.
"I'm awfully tired," Pansy said suddenly. "Let's turn out the lights and go to bed, okay?" She asked, pleadingly. The other girls got into bed and someone turned out the lights. Breena sat up in her bed, finishing her hot cocoa. As she lay there, waiting to fall asleep, she touched her cheek, and a smile spread across her face.