Chapter Nineteen:Learning to Shareby Clayre

Evie dragged her sister into the trophy room and made her press her nose up against the cold, glass cabinet. An array of differently shaped trophies was on display ranging from the Hogwarts House Cup to special awards for individual students.

"Look at that one!" urged Evie as she pointed to the large, dark wood Quidditch trophy that stood beside the grand Quidditch cup.

"What about it?" asked Abigail who was a little confused at what she was supposed to be looking at behind the glass.

"Honestly," sighed Evie "your eyesight is as bad as Papa's!"

Both girls broke into a fit of giggles at the comment about their father. They both knew that his eyesight was pretty bad when he wasn't wearing his glasses. Evie had told Abigail a story of when he had been searching high and low for his glasses only for Evie to tell that they were on his head.

"Mum's name is on it," continued Evie, once her laughter had subsided "Aunt Xio said that she could have played professionally."

Abigail turned to look at her newly found sister with her mouth hanging open in shock and surprise. She had never known that her mother had played quidditch. She knew of her passion for the game but she had never seen her mother go near a broomstick.

"Mum hates flying though!" said Abigail.

Evie seemed to have an answer for everything and Abigail was slightly taken back that her sister seemed to know more about their mother than she did. It wasn't that she was jealous but Abigail had known their mother longer.

"Aunt Xio said that there was an accident during the final house match against the snakes," explained Evie. "They played dirty and Mum fell but it was only down to Papa that she survived the fall. She refused to play again after that."

"Mum never told me any of this," said Abigail sadly. "You know stuff about her and you have known her less than me. It's not fair!"

Evie turned her head sideways and looked at her twin sister. What she saw in her face wasn't what she expected. She had thought that Abigail was joking around but Evie could tell from the look of pain and anguish on her face that she was far from joking. Evie hadn't meant it to come across how it had been taken. She just wanted to show Abigail the cup. She hadn't thought that Abigail would take offense and it saddened her greatly to know that she had upset her sister.

"Abigail," said Evie softly "I didn't mean to get one up on you. I still have so much to learn about our mother and I want to learn it from you. Please don't be angry! This trophy was the only story I had about her."

Abigail wiped a tear from her cheek and stared back at her sister. She couldn't quite believe that she had reacted as she had. She knew that Evie didn't have many memories of their mother just like she didn't have any of her father. But it had unnerved her. Abigail had always thought that she knew everything about her mother and it was a shock to discover that she didn't.

"Sorry Evie," Abigail replied, her voice full of remorse. "Everything is going to be so different from now on. We are going to have to share and neither of us has had to do that before!"

Evie nodded. She had been so caught up in the fact that she had found her sister and her mother that she hadn't given much thought to what was going to happen afterwards. She had assumed that Abigail and her mother would move into Hogwarts with them and that everything would fit into place. She knew that she would spend time with Abigail during the school term and she hoped that they were in the same house. But she also wanted her mother to be in the castle all day, every day, because it fit in with what she wanted.

"They may never get back together," said Abigail breaking into her sisters' musings. "We might have to spend one holiday with one of them and the other holiday with the other one. They may have their favourite!"

"Well I am probably Papa's because I have always lived with him," said Evie in a matter of fact tone. "And you are Mum's for the same reason!"

"How would you feel if Papa said to you that he want to spend some time alone with me?" questioned Abigail. She was very much like her mother when it came to direct questions.

"Well Papa wouldn't say that!" protested Evie.

"Nor would Mum," replied Abigail "but I know if she did, I would be angry and upset and feel that she was pushing me away. I think it is only natural!"

"You don't want to share them?" asked Evie in shock.

"It's not about sharing Evie," said Abigail. "It's about learning to be a family and not to get jealous!"

Evie looked at her sister with wide eyes. She wasn't entirely sure about what her sister was saying. It seemed very grown up for an eleven year old and Evie presumed that she was like this because she had lived with their mother for most of her life. Evie couldn't imagine ever coming out with something like that until she was at least one hundred years old.

"What do you think they are doing right now?" asked Evie, changing the subject to what their parents were doing.

"Talking!" answered Abigail.

"I hope they are not arguing!" added Evie.

"It's been many years since they saw each other and their reunion was kind of thrust upon them without them knowing till the last moment. I just hope they are talking and not fighting."

To be continued!