Double Trouble

Chapter Two : Let's play Pretend!

I walked to the window, noticing the long sleek white limo. "Hey, since when did he get to ride in a limo?" I whined.

"Timo." Julian echoed.

"Mum said it was for our guests, not for him." Rene spoke as she joined me by the window.

I saw the white limo stretch pull up in the driveway and the butler left the house to open the door for his masters. Two tall, very tall redheads got out of the limo first. "Twins." I saw with awe, thinking it was weird to see twins, considering it was common in my family. Well actually, twins were common but not identical, now those were rare to see.

"Fred and George. Don't ask me which is which."

"I'm guessing the brown head one is Potter." I asked and Rene nodded in confirmation. "So that means the shorter redhead is Ronny boy."

"Yep, Fred and George's brother."

Then Jockstrap got out, walking like he owns the place. The group stood there, looking at the house with awe and a smug look crossed Jockstrap's features.

Jockstrap was nice enough to explain everything about the house for a couple of minutes or at least I think that's what he was doing. It took them ten minutes to enter the house and then another five minutes for them to reach the kitchen, which by then Rene, Julian, and I were sitting around the bar, eating curry.

"And this is the kitchen." I heard Jockstrap say to his friends with a cheerful tone. "Well actually it's a place to eat snacks, the kitchen is in the next room." He said and then noticed his siblings eating.

"You guys remember Rene."

Rene looked up from her food and smiled at the group before returning her attention to her food.

"Sene."

"What?"

Julian smiled, no smirked. The little boy smirked. "Sene, Sene, Sene, Sene, Sene, Sene..." He chanted over and over again but paused every few minutes to put some curry in his mouth and then continue his chanting.

Rene rolled her eyes and then looked at me. "Thank Merlin I'm just to this." She muttered and then went back to her food.

"And then this is Serena." He said before letting out a fake cough and quickly whispered to his friends.

Chewing my curry, I watched the pleasant faces of his friends go from normal to disgust. How wonderful! Jockstrap is going on about it…again.

"How is Julian?" Jockstrap asked and then quickly whispered to his friends again. This time they looked away, not wanting to meet my eyes but the twins remained disgusted.

"You know he's doing it again." Rene whispered to me.

"I know." I whispered back. Every time Jockstrap had some friends over he would make up awful shit about Isabel and me. In addition, every time we had our fun by putting hexes on him. You see Jockstrap hates our guts because Cheryl hates our guts and he adores her and I mean adores hers. He would do anything for the slut. "What do you think the story is this time?" I asked quietly making sure the group wouldn't hear me.

Rene leaned forward so she could get a better view of the group and studied them. Her eyes went from dull to brightness as her brain rapidly worked on the question. Finally Rene leaned back into her seat and then started whispering to me. "Judging by their faces and the one excuse he didn't use yet, I would say something like a whore."

I smirked angrily. "I figured as much." I said, holding my anger in. These...games of his were getting annoying and the stories were getting worse. If I was there when I heard Jockstrap telling his story I would have attacked him there and now but...I wasn't there and I can think of two ways Isabel and I can have fun with him. Let's turn the tables shall we. I thought as a I began to form a plan in my head. "Do you think he made Julian my son from on of my...clients?"

Rene shrugged. "Most likely but do keep in mind Serena that I am a 12 year old, not some teenager. I don't think mum would like you to have this discussion with me."

I smiled and ruffled her hair. "I know, but you are just too mature and smart for your age and besides with that height of yours I'd say you could pass being a 9 year old."

Rene glared daggers at me, which I ignored of course, playing the innocent act. I looked at the group and saw them avoiding my gaze. I smirked and looked at Julian who was now quietly chanting Rene's name.

"I asked you a question, you disease ridded whore." Jockstrap said with utter annoyance but whispered the last part. I sense he didn't want me to hear that but guess what? I did.

Ignoring him, I waited until Julian put the last of his curry in his mouth and patted the table in front of me, catching his attention. "Come here." I whispered, knowing if I would whisper he would as well. He likes to copy people when it came to their tones of voices.

Julian got on top of the table and walked toward me -- he was sitting across of me -- and sat down on his knees.

"Do you want to play pretend?" I asked softly.

"Prewend?"

I nodded. "You get to pretend I'm your mother and I get to pretend your are my son."

Julian was silent. A thoughtful looked crossed his face and I assumed he was thinking or he was looking like that for no reason and wasn't thinking at all. Cute though.

"Isawel?" He asked.

"What about Isabel?" I asked, wondering if that was what he meant.

He nodded. "Isawel."

"She'll pretend to be your aunt." I said. "Do you want to play?"

Julian grinned and jumped onto my lap. "Mummy!" He said excitedly, no longer keeping his voice down.

"What are you doing?" Rene whispered hastily.

I smiled mischievously. "His friends are expecting a whore and I better not disappoint them now should I?"

"I asked you a question you stupid whore."

Julian glared at Nigel and clutched onto my shirt as I stood up, holding on to him.

"He's fine. You're fine aren't you Julian?"

"Gine." Julian said in acknowledgment.

I walked over to the group, doing my best to walk like a whore. "Now look what we have here." I said slyly. "Some paying customers I hope."

I wished I had a camera that moment because Nigel's face was priceless. He looked at me, appalled and shocked but mostly surprised.

I shifted Julian so that I was supporting his weight on my hip. "By the way have you seen Isabel?" I've noticed one thing when Nigel talks shit about Isabel and me, he never mentions we're twins, sisters yes but not twins. It's times like this when I think he's against twins.

"Aunt Isawel."

Smart 5 year old eh? Actually playing along and he sounded very, very convincing.

"...I...haven't seen her." Nigel said, hesitating with his words.

I sighed and shook my head. I'm starting to get worried about her and if she doesn't show up soon, I'll have to find her and give her Hell for getting lost again. "Well it's almost 3:00," I said looking at clock. "And its time for Julian to go nappy time." I said and then looked at the twins and winked at them.

They glared at me, not even bothering to hide their disgust. This is going to be fun.

"Wo wappy." Julian said, crossing his arms over his chest and furrowed his brows, giving me his angry look.

"Yes nappy." I said as I headed out of the kitchen.

"Wo!"

I looked back at the group and gave them a seductive smile. "It was nice to met you boys. Maybe we should...get to know each other sometime." I said, resisting the grin that threatened to ruin my plot.

"Wo wappy!" Julian insisted. "Fig foy."

I eyed Julian mischievously. "A big boy you say?"

Julian nodded. "Fig foy."

I put him down and then measured his height and compared it to mine. "I don't think you're a big boy." I said, studying the results.

"Fig foy!" Julian insisted, stomping his feet.

"Big boys like to take naps."

"Wo wappy." He said and then ran out of the room.

I sighed and walked after him, smiling. "I'm going to get you." I warned playfully and heard Julian shout 'Wo wappy'.

"What's the matter Nigel? You look...shocked." I heard Rene ask.

"Shut up Rene." Nigel snarled and then took his friends to show them the rest of the house.

Nice one Rene, nice one.

Isabel's P.O.V.

"Here you are Is." John said as he pulled his car into the driveway. John was a muggle, an 18 year-old muggle who knew about witches and witchcraft and the whole deal.

He pulled up behind a slick white limo, which was now turning black, and stopped. "Who's the limo for?"

I opened the passenger door and got out, closing the door. I leaned on the open window so I was eye to eye with John. "I'm guessing it's for Nigel and his friends." I said with a bitter tone in my voice.

Nigel shook his head. I had told him about what Nigel said about Serena and me. He then looked at me.

"Consider yourself lucky I found you and knew where the store was." He said, drawing my thoughts away from Nigel.

I smirked at him. "No, you were looking for girls to shag and ran into me. And besides I was heading to the store."

John sighed. "Fine, fine. You ran into me however," He said with a gleam in his eye. "Your store was in a different city then the one I found you in."

I glared at him. I couldn't even apparated without getting lost. That's how I ended up in a different city when I ran into John. "Point made." I huffed angrily.

John laughed. "Do you still love me?" He asked, teasing.

I made a thoughtful look and rubbed my chin in that thoughtful way. "Let me think about that..." I joke.

John looked heartbroken and put a hand to his chest as if his heart had just been broken. "She...rejected me..."

I smile evilly and watch the limo driver move back and forth, carrying bags out of the trunk and into the house.

Explains why I didn't see them carrying anything...

"I'm assuming it might not be a good idea to stay a while." John said, watching the limo driver huff and puff tiredly.

"No and besides I hate you." I said, looking at John.

John gasped and gripped his chest. "Not...again... The pain...is...unbearable."

I laughed and reached into the car and grabbed a bag I had almost forgotten about. "I'll tell Serena you say hi."

John nodded and shifted gears, keeping his foot on the brake. "Good luck dealing with your brother."

"Good luck shagging a girl." I teased and John glared at me.

"I was shopping for my mum's birthday." He insisted.

I roll my eyes. "Denial."

John sighed at my stubbornness. "Fine, think what you want."

I took a few steps away from the car. "Later boy."

"Later Is." John said as he looked behind him and started backing out of the driveway.

I was thankful he was nice enough to drive all the way out here to drop me off. He didn't want me to apparated or use magic to get home because I would either screw it up or end up in a completely different place. It was only a two-hour drive to get back to his house but John claimed he loved to drive in the open road from my house to his. His dream was to be a race driver in United States, so he took advantage of the open road. So, he should get home within an hour and a half.

"Aunt Isawel!" I heard Julian shout.

Did he just call me aunt? I thought as I turned towards the house and saw Julian running with Serena chasing after him. I walked towards the approaching boy, who looked like he was about to cry.