I walked up to Nasy. "Hey, were's Jakub?" She rolled her eyes. "With her." I felt my nostrals flare in anger. 'Her' was the red headed Gryffendor girl he'd taken a fancy to. What was her name again? I didn't even remember her name. What was WITH him? Gryffendor? They are our arch-enamys. "Hey!" I looked to see my twin running over to me a little out of breath. "Miley! What's up?" I glared at him."What's up? What's UP? I'll tell you what's up, YOU are hanging out with a GRYFFENDOR! Are you NUTS?"
"Yeah!"
"Nasy? Shut up."
"First of all, her name is Nancy. Second, I like her. Weather you do or not. I'm older anyway so don't tell me what to do."
"You are older by maybe 3 minutes and sence when do you care about other people?"
"Does it matter? Look, who I hang out with and who I date is non of your business!" I gasped in horrer. Date? A Gryffendor?
"You're going out with a Gryffendor? What are you talking about? That's unheard of!"
"Look, technically, we're not dating persay. I invited her to go to the Yule Ball with me. Just now actully." I gapped at him. The Yule Ball? You've got to be kidding me!
The Yule Ball is THE event of the year. We all look forward to it. It doesn't happen often; very rarly infact. This year though, we get to go. And my Twin brouther invites a Gryffendor? The ball is for when people ask the girls they like to dance. It's a time for fine dresses and lovely music and make-up. Tuxes and dancing lessons for the guys…We all love it! And my brouther the Slitheren asked a GRYFFENDOR?
I stormed off. I couldn't take this. I was not going to listen to my brouther's insanity as he threw his life away. I moved the sleve of my Hogwarts uniform to look at the tatoo on my wrist. Jakub Candys. Before Hogwarts we were sooooooo close! He had a tatoo on his wrist too! But now? Not so much.
Let me run it back a little.
My name is Miley Candys. I have black hair and emerald green eyes. I have a Slitheren worthy sharp chin and long pain white neck. My brouther of course looks exactly like me. We both have tatoos. I love to wear black and my brouther does to. Actully, he just looks good in it and doesn't even relize it. No, we're not Goths but yes, we are purebloods. To fratanize with a mud blood? Use to be the worst for him. Now? I'm not so sure anymore.