Everyone thinks fairies are just little woodland spirits, but Eden and Thorn knew better. Fairies were actually angels. They were angels that, when the angel Lucifer was cast into hell with his evil minions and heaven and hell became two separate places, could not decide whether to stay in heaven or go to hell. So, as a result, they were sent to earth to remain forever in between the two.

Eden and Thorn's real mother was a fairy, but their father was a wizard. Because they were not entirely fairy, they lived like the werewolf; when the full moon came around, they became fairies and danced the night away in the nearest forest. However, if someone found out about their strange characteristic, they would have to live as "giant ass spider", as Eden described it.

Suddenly a knock came at her door. "How far are you in packing?" asked Thorn as he opened the door and sidled in.

"I might be farther along if some people would leave me alone for more that ten minutes!" Eden spat back.

"Well, don't blame me, mom wants to know," he said. "Don't get all defensive on me."

"Well, I still have to pack all my clothes and my music stuff," Eden said in reply.

"Then don't come down for dinner," he told her and closed the door.

"Fine then, my own family doesn't desire my presence for dinner," she said to herself. She turned on her stereo again and began to finish packing.

"Get up!!" Eden was yelling at her brother as she stole the pillow from under his head.

"Go away! I need my sleep to ensure my beauty," Thorn mumbled, trying to steal the pillow back.

"Like you could ever be considered beautiful," she scoffed at him and tossed the pillow back at him. "Get your ass out of that bed right now! Do you want to miss the train?"

"God, I'm up alright, now get out of my room you whore!" he yelled at her as she ran from the room.

Eden ran down the hall to her room and began to put some stuff she had had out the night before into her trunk. She walked around her room checking in all the little cubbyholes she could think of for any stray items she might need. When she was satisfied that she had everything that she needed, she began to drag the evil trunk with stickers, posters, and pictures all over it to the door.

She gradually began thinking about Hogwarts as she pulled and pushed the giant trunk across the floor. Thoughts and "what ifs" clouded her mind once again as they had been doing for the past two months ever since she and her brother had been accepted to Hogwarts. What would the people be like? What if they think she was weird? Would she have any friends? What if someone find out about their secret? She didn't want to think about what would happen if someone did.

Eden stopped as she reached the door of her room for one last look at this safe haven that she called her sanctuary, for it was more like that than a room. She took one last glance at the only place in the house in which se was allowed to blast her metal music as loud as she wanted, or play melodies on her guitar till they made her ears ring. The only place in the entire house that she could go to and express her anger, or pick up the razor currently in her trunk and give herself short lived relief from the world that she longed to escape from. It was her palace, her realm to rule over and be safe in. Then she took a deep breath and silently closed the door to her little haven, and began to pull her heavy trunk across the hall rug and down the stairs.

The heat beat down on Thorn as he crossed the perfectly manicured lawn towards their black motorcar in the driveway. Sweat ran down his back and across his dark brow, causing his hair to become slick and wet with perspiration. It's so fucking hot! he thought to himself as he picked up his trunk to place it in the back of the car.

"Get in, Thorn, or we're going to be late!" yelled LizBETH.

"I'm coming. Keep your dress on old goat," he responded to her.

He and his sister had always called her an old goat or an old cow since they had been first years at Durmstrang (their first wizarding school) even though the old cow hated it. She had gradually gotten used to it over the years due to not being able to successfully control the twins, something which she deeply wanted to doe. If she had had her way, she would have made them stay at their boarding schools during the summer. To Thorn, this was a well known fact. She hated him and his sister. He closed the car door and his dad started the car.

Thorn began to watch his sister as she stared out the window at the vast expanse of perfect lawns and beautiful houses. He was worried about her, even though he wouldn't admit it to her. She had begun to lose weight and was looking paler than normal. She looked so fragile as she sat there, with the wind blowing in her sleek black hair. He remembered when she had been little, how fragile she had been; she had had so many blood problems.

She had also been loosing weight progressively and eating less. She thought that she didn't know this, but he knew many things she thought he didn't.

At the moment, she looked as she had seven years ago after coming home from the hospital. He remembered how she looked so tiny and breakable, like a porcelain doll with beautiful, delicate features. He worried for his sister. He loved her with all his heart; he couldn't bear to loose her.