07/05/04
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter.
A/N: Ok, so here's the fourth chapter, which I'm rather fond of. The one letter down there ::points:: should be italicised. If not, blame FF.net, it never does anything nice for me. Also, to whoever told me how to italiscise things, thanks, but FF.net doesn't do it for me. Grrr. ::growls at website, which growls back:: So, I hope you like this chapter, please review!!!!!!!!
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Four
Alex woke before his sister. After eleven years of being a twin, he knew not to wake her up. She didn't take kindly to being woken up by anyone but Ducky, who had been their nannie for three years, until Ian was born.
He went to his dresser, and pulled out a green turtleneck and a pair of black American Eagle jeans. Even though he was eleven, he knew how to dress, thanks to his father, who was always listed on Wizard People's Fifty Most Beautiful People. His mother was featured to, and men always stared at her wherever they went. Now that he thought of it, his Uncle Harry was usually in the top ten, though last year his Uncles Fred and George had been a tie for number one.
He went into the gold wing, and knocked on the door where James was sleeping.
"Come in," said James' disembodied voice from the other side of the door. Alex opened the door. James was dressed in dramatic black. With his mother's pale coloring, and his father's black hair, he was considered mysterious by many. But his friends knew James was a prankster, just like his grandfather.
"Let's go wake up Frank," suggested Alex, who was also a prankster.
James grinned wickedly. "And then Marie," he said. Since Marie was his cousin by blood, he had spent a lot of time with her, and knew how much she hated to be woken. "She won't remember that she has a wand."
"But Abi would, so don't even think about waking her up," said Alex.
That's right, said Abi's voice in his head. Why did you have to stomp by my room this morning? You woke me up.
"Sorry," Alex said to his sister, James rolled his eyes.
"Twins," James muttered.
"I didn't mean to wake you," said Alex vaguely. "And I didn't stomp, I tiptoed. You're just sensitive. And if you heard me, you must've been awake for some reason. Freak."
I'm not a freak, I was just stressing about the Sorting, came Abi's annoyed voice. Tell me you didn't stress about it. And don't lie, I know you dreamed about it, I felt it.
"Please stay out of my head during the nighttime," Alex said, cutting the thread of conversation with his sister. "Sorry," he said to James, who was flipping through Curses and Counter-Curses (Bewitch Your Friend and Befuddle Your Enemies with the Latest Revenges: Hair Loss, Jelly-Legs, Tongue-Tying, and much, much more) by Professor Vindictus Viridian. "And I know for a fact that Marie knows every single counter-curse in that book," he said, nudging James. "But we'll use one that I know."
"Ok," said James.
They hurried to the blue wing, wands at the ready, and went into Marie's room, cat-quiet.
Alex snuck over to the bed and put his wand on Marie's hair. "Lima verduras cabello!" he hissed. Marie's hair dark, naturally red-highlighted hair turned lime green.
James snickered, and Marie rolled over, murmuring in her sleep. They were startled, and ran out and down the hall, out of the wing.
Sneaking down to the kitchen once they'd woken Frank, they snickered over what they'd done to Marie. Knowing that Marie usually didn't wake until at least nine thirty, they enjoyed a leisurely breakfast until the air was split by a ear-piercing scream.
"WHERE ARE THEY?" screamed Marina Ana Weasley, otherwise known as Marie, her nickname. "I'M GOING TO KILL THEM, AND THEIR LITTLE DOG, TOO!!!!" She ran down the main marble staricase, followed by her father, who was trying not to laugh, and mother, not to mention her aunts and uncles. All of the uncles, except for Draco who took hair seriously, were trying not to laugh, like her father. She ran to the kitchens, only to be told that Master's Alex, James, and Frank had gone out the other side, in the direction of the ballroom. "I'm coming to get you," she called, sing-songily, down the corridor towards the ballroom. She quietly pulled her wand out. "And I've got my wand, you nincompoops!"
She thrust the doors of the ball room open to see the three boys huddling behind a table. Marie glared at her cousins and brandished her wand. "Rictisempra!" she yelled, flicking her wand towards them. Marie, as they all knew, had an odd sense of humor. "Dance, monkeys, dance," she said, elbows on the table.
Draco couldn't not laugh at Marie saying this. He leaned up against the doorjam, next to his wife, laughing so hard tears rolled down their faces'.
"It's not funny!" called his eldest son.
Yes, it is, thought his sister, from her bed. I can see it through their eyes.
How? he asked. He couldn't do it.
Like this, she explained, showing him how. But you can only do it when they're experiancing some strong emotion. Because then their mind is somewhere else, and you can gain access because we are a little bit of them.
"Fascinating," said Alex, aloud. He tried it, and realized that it was funny.
Told you, thought Abi. Now, tell Mum to send Ducky up to draw my bath. It'll take me a while to get from my bed to the tub.
Lazy, lazy, lazy, he thought back. He severed the connection, though and looked up at his mother, who was still laughing.
"Mum," he called. His mother looked up. "Abi requests that you send Ducky up to her room to draw the bath for her."
"Can't your sister call the House-Elf herself?" Hermione asked, clutching her stomach.
Alex sighed. "No, Mum," he said, dancing a jig, "she can't. You know how she is in the morning." He fidgited, pulling his wand out. It was difficult, as he was doing a Irish Riverdance, and his arms were firmly stuck to his sides. "Finite Incatatem!" he said, touching his legs with his wand. Immidiately, he stopped dancing, and jumped off the table, leaning against it, panting. He glared at Marie, who grinned. "Never. Do. That. Again." He walked away slowly, feet hurting. He turned back towards his friend and pointed his wand towards their feet. "Finite Incatatem," he said tiredly. His friends stopped dancing, and Alex left the ballroom, intent on going up to his own bathroom to take a nice, long, hot bath.
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Abigail Malfoy lefted herseld slowly from her bed, stretching, her back cracking. It was ten thirty, and she had been reading The Standard Book of Spells, Grade One, since six in the morning. She yawned, and smiled at the familiar nose of Ducky, the daughter of Dobby, by Pinny, before he was freed. He still talked to Pinny, as he was married to her, and had three other children besides Ducky with her.
She pulled on her gold kimono that her father had brought back from Japan when he was there for a Quidditch match, it was covered with a lovely design of cranes flying around.
Not many people knew, but Malfoy Manor wasn't in England. It was in Wales, and Draco was the Seeker for the Welsh Quidditch team, traveling around the world, buying exotic gifts for his wife and children. Hermione went with him most of the time, since she was only a floo or Apparation away from home, and they were always home in between practices and on weekends when there weren't games. Which meant that they were home all summer, spring and winter. They were away some of the autumn, but were often home. Draco didn't play every game, as he wanted his substitute to be able to play if he was suddnely injured.
But this wasn't what Abi was thinking about. She floated over to her bathroom door and pushed it open. A wave of scent washed over her. Her bathroom also looked out over the lake, as the house was surrounded on three sides by a lake, but the tub, unlike her parents, was silver. And only half the size. All around the tub Ducky had lit rose-scented candles. She shed the robe and stepped into the bath, sighing with pleasure.
Swimming around in the rose-scented water, she washed her white-blonde hair with some tangerine-smelling shampoo. An owl tapped the window, she swam over and open a small, owl-sized window to let it in. It dropped it's letter and flew over to the perch she had just bought for her new owl, Elsin. Elsin shreaked at the other owl, but it just looked at Elsin dryly.
Abi picked the letter up, and read the return address. She grinned. It was from her friend Sebastian Snape. She swam back to the end closest to the door, as there was a small table that had a small silver knife her father had brought back from the Sudan. She slid the blade under the seal, and slid the letter out.
iAbi,
Looking forward to Hogwarts? Father and Mother, both being professors there, are hoping to see me excel. I do hope we're in the same House, it'd be such fun. Mother's going on and on about Grim's again, and she says to tell your brother to stay away from large black dogs. Sometimes Mother is a little out there, if you know what I mean. As I'm certain that you're in the bath, since it is eleven o'clock on a holiday, and you never do anything else but take baths and read in the morning, so I am fairly vertain that you are in the bath. Don't wrinkle your nose like that, dear, you look like a albino turtle when you do. Anyway, please get on the Wizarding Online Network later, as I'd like to do some live discussions for once in two months. I must go, as Father wants me to help him with a potion. I am, as always,
Seb Snape/i
Abi shut the letter, and placed it on the table. Seb was the son of Severus Snape and Sybill Trewlawny, who had married a week after Hermione had woken up in the Hospital Wing after the battle. Sebastian was four months older than Abi, and he had a younger brother, named Carmine, who was eight, born the same year as Ian. Frankly, when Hermione had learned that her former Potions professor's wife, her very former Divination professor, was pregnant at the same time as she was, she was creeped out.
Abi thought over this, but banished it, as she was determined to relax. She dove down to the bottom and swam around a bit.
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Abi exited the bathroom, shoulder-blade length hair in a towel and wearing her kimono. She dried her hair off, not resorting to magic, but to her towel and a fire, which she always had burning in her room, no matter the temperature. Once her hair was dry, she switched on the computer that sat by the window as she went to get dressed. She put on a over-sized green sweater and a pair of jeans. Also, she put on some socks and slipped on a pair of clogs. By this time, the computer was finished rebooting.
She walked over, and double-clicked on the WON icon. Logging in, she imidiately recieved a instant message from Seb.
PotionsMaester: Hey, what's up?
WelshSeekerGirl: not much. you?
PotionsMaester: Dad's bugging me about which House I want to be in again. Mum, thankfully, has his mind otherwise occupied. And what do you mean, "not much"? There are 25 ppl at your house!
WelshQuidditchGirl: ew. I didn't need to know that about your dad. He has greasy hair! And, yeah, Auntie Ginny, Uncle Harry, Auntie Padma, Uncle Ron, Auntie Pav, Uncle Neville, Auntie Lav, and Uncle Justin, and ALL their children are here. This morning Lex turned Marie's hair lime green.
PotionsMaester: And how do we know this? You stay in bed all morning!
WelshQuidditchGirl: Has being my best friend taught you nothing? Twin mind- to-mind action, baby!
PotionsMaester: You are so weird.
/FlowerGirl has just logged on
FlowerGirl: Hey, what's up?
PotionsMaester: Hey, Cina
WelshQuidditchGirl: Hey, Cina
FlowerGirl: You nervous about the Sorting?
WelshQuidditchGirl: Duh!
PotionsMaester: Ditto. I have to go, my dad is calling me.....
/PotionsMaester just logged off
WelshQuidditchGirl: How's your mum?
FlowerGirl: As good as she can be after JUST HAVING A BABY!
WelshQuidditchGirl: Hum.
FlowerGirl: I mean, she's twenty eight! She shoudn't be having babies! She's way to old!
WelshQuidditchGirl: What about the Prof.'s Snape? They were in their 40's when they had Sebastian and Carmine.
FlowerGirl: I know. ::sigh::
WelshQuidditchGirl: I gotta go. I'm gonna go eat some brunch. CU at Platform 9 & 3/4!
/WelshQuidditchGirl just logged off
Abi got off her computer, and shut it down, rubbing her rumbling stomach. She put on her kimono, which she usually wore around the Manor, and left her room, going down to the kitchens for brunch.
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A/N: So, this is the fourth chapter. I've actually finshed up to chapter six, and I haven't begun seven, which I don't know when I will, but it will most likely be soon. With the online conversation, the screen names and things in between the / things should be in boldface. Eurgh. ::makes pirate-like remarks:: Anyway, I hope you liked this chapter, please review!!!!!!!!!!!!
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter.
A/N: Ok, so here's the fourth chapter, which I'm rather fond of. The one letter down there ::points:: should be italicised. If not, blame FF.net, it never does anything nice for me. Also, to whoever told me how to italiscise things, thanks, but FF.net doesn't do it for me. Grrr. ::growls at website, which growls back:: So, I hope you like this chapter, please review!!!!!!!!
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Four
Alex woke before his sister. After eleven years of being a twin, he knew not to wake her up. She didn't take kindly to being woken up by anyone but Ducky, who had been their nannie for three years, until Ian was born.
He went to his dresser, and pulled out a green turtleneck and a pair of black American Eagle jeans. Even though he was eleven, he knew how to dress, thanks to his father, who was always listed on Wizard People's Fifty Most Beautiful People. His mother was featured to, and men always stared at her wherever they went. Now that he thought of it, his Uncle Harry was usually in the top ten, though last year his Uncles Fred and George had been a tie for number one.
He went into the gold wing, and knocked on the door where James was sleeping.
"Come in," said James' disembodied voice from the other side of the door. Alex opened the door. James was dressed in dramatic black. With his mother's pale coloring, and his father's black hair, he was considered mysterious by many. But his friends knew James was a prankster, just like his grandfather.
"Let's go wake up Frank," suggested Alex, who was also a prankster.
James grinned wickedly. "And then Marie," he said. Since Marie was his cousin by blood, he had spent a lot of time with her, and knew how much she hated to be woken. "She won't remember that she has a wand."
"But Abi would, so don't even think about waking her up," said Alex.
That's right, said Abi's voice in his head. Why did you have to stomp by my room this morning? You woke me up.
"Sorry," Alex said to his sister, James rolled his eyes.
"Twins," James muttered.
"I didn't mean to wake you," said Alex vaguely. "And I didn't stomp, I tiptoed. You're just sensitive. And if you heard me, you must've been awake for some reason. Freak."
I'm not a freak, I was just stressing about the Sorting, came Abi's annoyed voice. Tell me you didn't stress about it. And don't lie, I know you dreamed about it, I felt it.
"Please stay out of my head during the nighttime," Alex said, cutting the thread of conversation with his sister. "Sorry," he said to James, who was flipping through Curses and Counter-Curses (Bewitch Your Friend and Befuddle Your Enemies with the Latest Revenges: Hair Loss, Jelly-Legs, Tongue-Tying, and much, much more) by Professor Vindictus Viridian. "And I know for a fact that Marie knows every single counter-curse in that book," he said, nudging James. "But we'll use one that I know."
"Ok," said James.
They hurried to the blue wing, wands at the ready, and went into Marie's room, cat-quiet.
Alex snuck over to the bed and put his wand on Marie's hair. "Lima verduras cabello!" he hissed. Marie's hair dark, naturally red-highlighted hair turned lime green.
James snickered, and Marie rolled over, murmuring in her sleep. They were startled, and ran out and down the hall, out of the wing.
Sneaking down to the kitchen once they'd woken Frank, they snickered over what they'd done to Marie. Knowing that Marie usually didn't wake until at least nine thirty, they enjoyed a leisurely breakfast until the air was split by a ear-piercing scream.
"WHERE ARE THEY?" screamed Marina Ana Weasley, otherwise known as Marie, her nickname. "I'M GOING TO KILL THEM, AND THEIR LITTLE DOG, TOO!!!!" She ran down the main marble staricase, followed by her father, who was trying not to laugh, and mother, not to mention her aunts and uncles. All of the uncles, except for Draco who took hair seriously, were trying not to laugh, like her father. She ran to the kitchens, only to be told that Master's Alex, James, and Frank had gone out the other side, in the direction of the ballroom. "I'm coming to get you," she called, sing-songily, down the corridor towards the ballroom. She quietly pulled her wand out. "And I've got my wand, you nincompoops!"
She thrust the doors of the ball room open to see the three boys huddling behind a table. Marie glared at her cousins and brandished her wand. "Rictisempra!" she yelled, flicking her wand towards them. Marie, as they all knew, had an odd sense of humor. "Dance, monkeys, dance," she said, elbows on the table.
Draco couldn't not laugh at Marie saying this. He leaned up against the doorjam, next to his wife, laughing so hard tears rolled down their faces'.
"It's not funny!" called his eldest son.
Yes, it is, thought his sister, from her bed. I can see it through their eyes.
How? he asked. He couldn't do it.
Like this, she explained, showing him how. But you can only do it when they're experiancing some strong emotion. Because then their mind is somewhere else, and you can gain access because we are a little bit of them.
"Fascinating," said Alex, aloud. He tried it, and realized that it was funny.
Told you, thought Abi. Now, tell Mum to send Ducky up to draw my bath. It'll take me a while to get from my bed to the tub.
Lazy, lazy, lazy, he thought back. He severed the connection, though and looked up at his mother, who was still laughing.
"Mum," he called. His mother looked up. "Abi requests that you send Ducky up to her room to draw the bath for her."
"Can't your sister call the House-Elf herself?" Hermione asked, clutching her stomach.
Alex sighed. "No, Mum," he said, dancing a jig, "she can't. You know how she is in the morning." He fidgited, pulling his wand out. It was difficult, as he was doing a Irish Riverdance, and his arms were firmly stuck to his sides. "Finite Incatatem!" he said, touching his legs with his wand. Immidiately, he stopped dancing, and jumped off the table, leaning against it, panting. He glared at Marie, who grinned. "Never. Do. That. Again." He walked away slowly, feet hurting. He turned back towards his friend and pointed his wand towards their feet. "Finite Incatatem," he said tiredly. His friends stopped dancing, and Alex left the ballroom, intent on going up to his own bathroom to take a nice, long, hot bath.
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Abigail Malfoy lefted herseld slowly from her bed, stretching, her back cracking. It was ten thirty, and she had been reading The Standard Book of Spells, Grade One, since six in the morning. She yawned, and smiled at the familiar nose of Ducky, the daughter of Dobby, by Pinny, before he was freed. He still talked to Pinny, as he was married to her, and had three other children besides Ducky with her.
She pulled on her gold kimono that her father had brought back from Japan when he was there for a Quidditch match, it was covered with a lovely design of cranes flying around.
Not many people knew, but Malfoy Manor wasn't in England. It was in Wales, and Draco was the Seeker for the Welsh Quidditch team, traveling around the world, buying exotic gifts for his wife and children. Hermione went with him most of the time, since she was only a floo or Apparation away from home, and they were always home in between practices and on weekends when there weren't games. Which meant that they were home all summer, spring and winter. They were away some of the autumn, but were often home. Draco didn't play every game, as he wanted his substitute to be able to play if he was suddnely injured.
But this wasn't what Abi was thinking about. She floated over to her bathroom door and pushed it open. A wave of scent washed over her. Her bathroom also looked out over the lake, as the house was surrounded on three sides by a lake, but the tub, unlike her parents, was silver. And only half the size. All around the tub Ducky had lit rose-scented candles. She shed the robe and stepped into the bath, sighing with pleasure.
Swimming around in the rose-scented water, she washed her white-blonde hair with some tangerine-smelling shampoo. An owl tapped the window, she swam over and open a small, owl-sized window to let it in. It dropped it's letter and flew over to the perch she had just bought for her new owl, Elsin. Elsin shreaked at the other owl, but it just looked at Elsin dryly.
Abi picked the letter up, and read the return address. She grinned. It was from her friend Sebastian Snape. She swam back to the end closest to the door, as there was a small table that had a small silver knife her father had brought back from the Sudan. She slid the blade under the seal, and slid the letter out.
iAbi,
Looking forward to Hogwarts? Father and Mother, both being professors there, are hoping to see me excel. I do hope we're in the same House, it'd be such fun. Mother's going on and on about Grim's again, and she says to tell your brother to stay away from large black dogs. Sometimes Mother is a little out there, if you know what I mean. As I'm certain that you're in the bath, since it is eleven o'clock on a holiday, and you never do anything else but take baths and read in the morning, so I am fairly vertain that you are in the bath. Don't wrinkle your nose like that, dear, you look like a albino turtle when you do. Anyway, please get on the Wizarding Online Network later, as I'd like to do some live discussions for once in two months. I must go, as Father wants me to help him with a potion. I am, as always,
Seb Snape/i
Abi shut the letter, and placed it on the table. Seb was the son of Severus Snape and Sybill Trewlawny, who had married a week after Hermione had woken up in the Hospital Wing after the battle. Sebastian was four months older than Abi, and he had a younger brother, named Carmine, who was eight, born the same year as Ian. Frankly, when Hermione had learned that her former Potions professor's wife, her very former Divination professor, was pregnant at the same time as she was, she was creeped out.
Abi thought over this, but banished it, as she was determined to relax. She dove down to the bottom and swam around a bit.
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Abi exited the bathroom, shoulder-blade length hair in a towel and wearing her kimono. She dried her hair off, not resorting to magic, but to her towel and a fire, which she always had burning in her room, no matter the temperature. Once her hair was dry, she switched on the computer that sat by the window as she went to get dressed. She put on a over-sized green sweater and a pair of jeans. Also, she put on some socks and slipped on a pair of clogs. By this time, the computer was finished rebooting.
She walked over, and double-clicked on the WON icon. Logging in, she imidiately recieved a instant message from Seb.
PotionsMaester: Hey, what's up?
WelshSeekerGirl: not much. you?
PotionsMaester: Dad's bugging me about which House I want to be in again. Mum, thankfully, has his mind otherwise occupied. And what do you mean, "not much"? There are 25 ppl at your house!
WelshQuidditchGirl: ew. I didn't need to know that about your dad. He has greasy hair! And, yeah, Auntie Ginny, Uncle Harry, Auntie Padma, Uncle Ron, Auntie Pav, Uncle Neville, Auntie Lav, and Uncle Justin, and ALL their children are here. This morning Lex turned Marie's hair lime green.
PotionsMaester: And how do we know this? You stay in bed all morning!
WelshQuidditchGirl: Has being my best friend taught you nothing? Twin mind- to-mind action, baby!
PotionsMaester: You are so weird.
/FlowerGirl has just logged on
FlowerGirl: Hey, what's up?
PotionsMaester: Hey, Cina
WelshQuidditchGirl: Hey, Cina
FlowerGirl: You nervous about the Sorting?
WelshQuidditchGirl: Duh!
PotionsMaester: Ditto. I have to go, my dad is calling me.....
/PotionsMaester just logged off
WelshQuidditchGirl: How's your mum?
FlowerGirl: As good as she can be after JUST HAVING A BABY!
WelshQuidditchGirl: Hum.
FlowerGirl: I mean, she's twenty eight! She shoudn't be having babies! She's way to old!
WelshQuidditchGirl: What about the Prof.'s Snape? They were in their 40's when they had Sebastian and Carmine.
FlowerGirl: I know. ::sigh::
WelshQuidditchGirl: I gotta go. I'm gonna go eat some brunch. CU at Platform 9 & 3/4!
/WelshQuidditchGirl just logged off
Abi got off her computer, and shut it down, rubbing her rumbling stomach. She put on her kimono, which she usually wore around the Manor, and left her room, going down to the kitchens for brunch.
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A/N: So, this is the fourth chapter. I've actually finshed up to chapter six, and I haven't begun seven, which I don't know when I will, but it will most likely be soon. With the online conversation, the screen names and things in between the / things should be in boldface. Eurgh. ::makes pirate-like remarks:: Anyway, I hope you liked this chapter, please review!!!!!!!!!!!!
