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Lies From Me to You
Chapter One
Written: February 22, 2005 – February 23, 2005
Posted: June 21, 2005
Draco walked into the kitchen, automatically seeing three letters laid out neatly on the shiny counter, glancing over them, taking in a sharp breath as he saw the names written out in fancy script. One of them was for him, obviously. Hogwarts letters, of course. But the other two were for Saige and Torri, also from Hogwarts. He did a double take, and rubbed his eyes, making sure he saw correctly.
"Bloody hell!" He hissed as he picked up their letters. Why were they going to Hogwarts this year? It didn't make any sense. Okay, sure, he had heard their conversation a few nights ago, but he was curious, and he thought (and hoped) they were going to get in trouble. It's not like he minded that they were going, but he was a bit angry because he hadn't been told sooner. As he thought about it more, he thought about his two sisters, Saige and Torri. He thought they were beautiful, definitely would attract guys at Hogwarts, especially Saige. She could make anyone smile, and she was so free, and outgoing. Her looks were…well…there was no word. But anyone would be attracted to tan skin, an attractive figure, dazzling green eyes, and a dark curtain of beautiful, thick, shiny brown hair.
Torri was the quieter of the two. She mostly kept to herself. But her hazel eyes were what stood out the most on an impressive figure, pale skin, and dark, gorgeous waist length brown hair. But she was funny, he decided, and she was smart. But then, they both were, Saige just didn't show it. No, he didn't mind them going, but he knew Torri and himself were going to be very uptight around the other, they always were. Saige though, they got along very well, but they never showed it in public. They had chats deep at night, talking about everything and anything. Sighing, he put the letters back down.
Saige and Torri entered the kitchen. Saige turned and gave Torri a knowing look. "Told you it was Draco."
Torri shrugged. "What were you yelling about earlier?"
Draco whirled around. "Can't a guy yell in his own house?"
"She was only asking," Saige said, pulling the orange juice towards her, apparently not affected by his harsh tone. He softened a bit, but not much. Especially with Torri in the room.
"Since when were you two going to my school?" Draco asked bluntly.
"Since a few weeks ago. Father hasn't told you yet?" Saige asked, pouring some juice into a cup.
Torri choked on her gulp of juice when she heard Saige's answer. "A few weeks Saige? He only told us two days ago. He registered us two months before."
"It doesn't matter. Two days, two weeks, two months...Time is just a way to count the day...Doesn't mean anything..." Saige stood and took the pancake mix out of a cabinet.
"But it's the matter of the fact. Why would you wait to tell someone something this important? It's fucking...idiotic."
"Like I said, it doesn't matter. What matters is that Father hasn't told Draco." Saige raised a perfectly arched eyebrow, taking out the milk and egg from the shiny refrigerator.
"But what about uniforms?" Torri asked angrily, slamming the butter onto the table, and mumbling a sorry.
"Who cares? Just wear regular clothes under it..." Saige stopped, seeing the look on Draco's face. "Or not."
"You forgot our little prefect brother. Gunna be ragging on me all the time, huh?" Torri went over and took out forks, wanting desperately to throw one at him, but fought the urge.
"He wouldn't say anything. Besides, I don't care about uniforms. As far as I'm concerned, they're the least of my worries." Torri rolled her eyes, and jumped up onto the counter.
"What are you doing?" Saige and Draco asked at the same time.
"What does it look like I'm doing? I'm sitting down."
"On the counter?" Draco asked slowly, raising his eyebrows.
"What does it look like?"
"Well the counter wouldn't exactly pass as a comfortable sofa..." Saige started slowly.
"Like hell it wouldn't. It's comfy-er then...Then a school desk in a broom closet."
"When were you in a broom closet?" Draco's tone was inferring that Torri was an idiot - and at the moment, she was.
"More of a question: Why would you put a desk in a broom closet?" Saige asked, shooting her a look.
"Um...Never actually, but I just think that if you should ever need to put a desk somewhere, then put it in a broom closet." Torri then put an apple in her mouth, biting into it and then deciding to throw it at her brother - the apple, not the chewed piece. "Hm, that would be a good question for the N.E.W.T.'s."
"Yea, if you were studying closets," Saige said rolling her eyes. "Which we aren't."
"Oh, I thought you meant, why put a broom in a broom closet when you could put a desk in a broom closet?"
"Why not put a broom in a broom closet? Isn't that where it belongs?" Saige pointed out.
"Wait," Draco started. "I'm getting thoroughly confused."
"Not surprising," Torri said nastily. Draco gave her a look.
"Just…start from the beginning."
"No. We need to get back to the point." Saige rolled her eyes.
"Which was?" Torri asked.
"Draco is totally clueless here."
"When isn't he?" Torri asked with a roll of her eyes.
"Well," Saige thought aloud, "He is a blonde, but that theory's been discredited."
"Since when...If you're saying I was ever a blonde, you're wrong. Look at my...NEVER MIND!"
"Umm...Saige?" Torri asked.
"What?" she snapped.
"What exactly does discredited mean?"
"It simply means that it's been terminated." Saige gave her a glare.
"But I know way too many blondes, and so far it hasn't proven wrong. And how do you explain why everyone in this house besides you and me are crazy?"
"Just continue, I'm still bloody lost," Draco said as he gave Torri a glare. "No help from her."
"Well that's not her fault now, is it?" Saige turned to look at him.
Torri hopped off the counter and made her way over to where Draco was standing. "Now you listen to me you..." Torri looked and immediately put her finger down that was pointing at Draco. "...OH! Buenos dias, Daddy."
"Stop with the Spanish..." Saige groaned.
"I agree. Victoria, we are not in Spain, and I expect you to speak in formal English." Lucius said, and paused. "And not that stupid American English shit either."
"No compre...Okay."
Saige rolled her eyes, trying to hide a smirk behind her hair, so she turned, and went back to the pancakes, pouring the batter into the pan.
"So Daddy, what exactly are you going to do about our uniforms?" Torri asked, and jumped back onto the counter. She cocked her head to see if he would "yell" at her for sassing him.
"If you mean Durmstrang, I'll burn them of course..." He gave her a look.
"No, I meant Bueaxbatons...Hogwarts. You know, the school you signed us up for, the one your son happens to have been attending..."
"What exactly do you mean by that?" Lucius rounded on her. "And get off that counter, you are no Jane from some jungle in which plenty of disgusting and stupid barbarian animals live."
"Jane? And I meant that by saying, 'When are we getting our new school uniforms'? What were you thinking I was thinking?" Torri said, hopping off the counter only to sit in the middle of the floor. "Better?"
He gave her a scowl and turned to Draco. "Keep an eye on her for me."
"Yes, of course. Anything to get her in trouble...Legally."
"Oi! What's that supposed to mean?"
"I think you know very well what I mean." Draco gave her a glare.
Saige sighed and flipped the pancakes, putting them on a big, round, stainless steel plate, taking out the syrup.
"I don't think I do. Sorry, didn't get the memo." Torri spit. "What do you know about Victoria that we all don't know already?
"You realize we're talking about you here? Not some queen."
"You knew Victoria was a queen?" Torri asked. "And I still can't wait to hear what you know."
"I don't know anything. You're the one that keeps confusing me..."
"How am I confusing poor little Draco Lucius Malfoy?"
"For one: You're on drugs. Two: You're completely off your rocker..."
"For one: If I was on drugs what kind? And two: If I'm off my rocker then you're an insane asylum."
"Oh, will you two just shut up!" Saige yelled, turning around. "Is that all you two ever do anymore? Merlin! Your constant arguing drives me up the wall." She placed a hand on her hip and gave them both a glare.
"HEY! Whose side are you on? Mine or this little bastard?" Torri turned to look at her, then remembered that their dad was in the room. "Oops?"
Saige smacked a hand to forehead, and mumbled, "Completely stupid."
"Smarter than you," She mumbled and smirked as she left the room, her father's hand leading her out.
"Pfft…you wish…" Saige said quietly.
"Saige, you come out here too, I want to talk to you both."
"Oh no..."
Saige caught up with Torri as they headed toward the "den". "I'm sorry..." Torri apologized.
"No you're not," Saige mumbled, smirking behind her curtain of dark hair. "Not in the slightest."
"You're so totally right," Torri replied, and they laughed. Lucius cleared his throat. They both turned their attention back to him, and stopped smiling.
"Victoria Roxyane Lestrange, you need to act like a Malfoy, not some barbarian..."
"BUT IT WASN'T-" Saige kicked her in the leg, telling her to shut up, "And I'm not a Malfoy," She mumbled quietly, but only loud enough for Saige to hear her. Saige looked away, not saying anything. She wasn't a Malfoy either.
"You have no need for new robes, you're going to wear your ones from Durmstrang, and if you want Hogwarts robes you shall buy them with your own money."
Saige smirked. She was fairly well off, her father had left her a nice sum, but Torri wasn't as lucky. She had money, but not as much as Saige. Not nearly a third as much. After all, her parents were still alive; just in Azkaban. Torri was told that they had broken into the Ministry, but Torri knew it was something far worse. You had to practically kill someone to get a life sentence, but not the Kiss. Saige though, unlike Torri; had no family. She had been told her mother had left when she was one year old, and her father had died two days after she was born.
It was pathetic - even though their 'guardians' were more than well off, they didn't get allowance and the house was filled with dark arts, and to top it off, they had to pretend like they were Malfoys. For "protection" and "safety" as Lucius and Narcissa put it, it could one day save their lives, but the girls doubted that event would happen.
"And what about wands? Mine broke last month..." Saige trailed off.
"Well then make sure you buy a new one," He told her.
"But some of us can't afford to buy a new wand," Saige told him angrily, glancing at Torri.
"Well then, go to school and pretend like you broke it there. Go to the Headmaster and tell him about it."
Torri looked right back at Saige.
"But I can afford one. It's T-" Saige stopped, and covered her mouth with her hand, realizing she made a mistake.
"I don't need a wand, it's you who broke yours," Torri mumbled out of the corner of her mouth.
"I know that. But I was just saying that if you did, you wouldn't be able to afford one," she hissed.
Lucius turned and left. Torri turned to look at Saige.
"Well I would make sure that wouldn't happen, and if I did I'll just have to get a job again, won't I?"
"Unless I gave you the money..."
"I'm not some homeless bitch, I have money, and I'll for it if I want more. I don't need charity."
"I never said you were poor," Saige said.
"You sure were close to hinting that you thought so."
"Well I didn't say it, did I?"
"Not the point."
"I didn't mean for there to be a point. But I never said I thought you were poor, like you thought I thought."
"Well, I never said you thought I thought what you thought I thought you thought. Does that even make any sense?"
"Yes it does. Well, I guess I should finish packing. Seeing as how we are leaving tomorrow, and I haven't nearly finished."
"Yeah, I guess you should. I, unlike some people, have packed." Torri said, and turned around to leave towards her room. "And I meant Draco."
Saige gave her a look, and left the room also, mumbling, "Suuuure."
Torri simply smiled, not saying she had heard.