Cinderella
Beaner-Bop
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A/N: More finishing the last chapter than anything…
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Disclaimer: please.
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Chapter Eight: Familiar Things (Part 2)
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"What else?" The one with the button-up groaned which the one in the strait jacket rolled his eyes. "Geesh, what is with you Hare? Man, between you and Draco we could have some type of good-boy contest…. I can see it now, come one, come all girls, win one perfectly good and perfect husband you've always dreamed, one a rich prince, the other a nice, good, strong, hard working boy! Take your pick!" The one in black interrupted him.
"Be sure to choose when you're around three so that way when it's time for you to actually marry, you'll be past the 'designated courtship time' and actually be able to get to the good stuff while you're still able!" Draco couldn't help rolling his eyes at that one.
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"Hey, Draco," the one they called 'Hare' asked. He looked at Draco, choosing his words carefully, trying to change the direction of the conversation. "How's that ball thing coming?" Draco looked at him confused. Hare rolled his eyes and started making strange motions with his hands. "The ball…for…your…birthday…" Draco blinked and put his head into his hands. He began to mumble lightly so that they couldn't hear him.
"Not here too…"
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Carminda picked up her skirts and began to run quickly from the small shop they were at before. She didn't stop running until she was safely back in the Weasley's house. Dropping her hands to her sides, she looked around. She heard laughing coming from her sister's room.
It figures she's home already… she thought to herself. She slapped herself lightly on the hand for the thought and stopped any other cruel thoughts of her sister.
The two of them needed to talk.
She climbed the old stairs and went into the hall, nervously walking towards her sister's door. She knew that unless she was called, she wasn't welcomed in her sister's room but maybe Linette forgot the rules, after all, she made them ages ago. She raised her hand to the door and knocked. Linette stopped laughing at whatever it was to snap "who it is?". Carminda swallowed.
"It's me, Linette." Her sister snorted. "You, you wouldn't happen to know where Ginny is, do you?" Another snort.
"Come in here, Carminda. I can barely hear you through that door." Carminda followed her instructions. "What did you say, idiot?" Carminda's shoulders slumped lightly.
"G-Ginny, do-do you know where she…she is?" She winced at the number of times her voice cracked. Her sister didn't seem to notice as she started to laugh again.
"Yes, I do!" She laughed again. "Her and that blonde moron are hopefully gone, and gone for good." Carminda winced, and reminded herself to look around the house and see if Linette had started to 'clear out' the house yet of Ginny. She hoped she hadn't.
"You shouldn't do that." The words came out of her mouth before she could stop them. Her hands flew to her mouth and her eyes opened wide. Linette stopped smiling and laughing and looked closely at her sister.
"What did you say?" Carminda swallowed.
"Nothing." She whispered. A sinking feeling welled up in her gut at that.
"You didn't say 'nothing' Carminda. What did you say?" Carminda winced but stayed silent. Her sister did the same as she kept staring at her.
"Carminda…" She finally said, "Start straightening up my room. I think you need a drink." Carminda nodded.
"Yes, Linette." Her sister went to the closet and pulled out the one bag that Carminda wasn't allowed to touch. She looked at it longingly as her sister stood up and left the room with it. She began to turn around and clean up her sister's room.
It's what her sister told her to do after all.
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A/N: Finally done, yay!