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Wicked book!
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Chapter Nine
Renee sat quitley in the smaller living room.She once again observed everything.This room was nicer,and was much more family like.
The sofas and chairs we're all bright red,and the celling and floor we're made of dark brown wood.The walls we're covered with books,mainly about something called Quidditch...it seemed like a sport because all over the fire place she could see pictures of the tall man that claimed to be her dad and some other dudes she had never seen.
She liked the way the tall man looked,so much like her.Well,if he was her father then she was the one that looked like him,right?Well,something like that.
The sound of an old,heavy door being opend made her turn around to face two identical faces,but if someone looked closer they'd see that the twins had nothing in commun.
Nigel James Potter was the picture of his grandfather,in personality.His hazel eyes showed alot of emotions,confusion,anger,disbelief,distrust but mostly just plain emotion,That sort of emotion that you can't name,taht is neither happy,sad,angry,bitter,sweet it's simply...emotion.
It was obvious that of the two,Mr Nigel was the inocently evil one.The earing gave him a bad boy look,and the glasses gave him the final touch.
A clever,sneaky but kind bastard.But just by looking at him you'd know he had a good side to him.Somehwere...but he did.
On the other hand the boy standing beside him was...ordinary.The exact same hair and eyes.But he looked...diffrent.
His eyes we're nearly blanck but you could see a hint of something,whatever it was.He looked like a nice boy but something about him told you not to trust him.
He was simply to ordinary and normal to be possible.
He had that know it all look in his face and his way of walking literally screamed:
"I'm more clever than you and I'm amaizing at everything,so screw you"
The boys stood by the door observing the stranger that held in her hand a picture of they're fatehr and uncle playing Quidditch.
Was she or was she not they're sister?
She did have green eyes and black hair.She too looked strage in baggy clothe.
The silence that fell over them was heavy and quit.It was a quit silence,yes.
Not the type of silence of can heard a pin falling.That silence where you can heard nothing,because you're so focused on you're thoughts that all you hear is in you're head,and everything around goes away.
And so they stayed like this.
End of Chapter
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