"Giselle! Come now, I was just kidding!" Rianna Fuchs, Giselle Fuchs's, older sister said.

But Giselle wasn't listening. There was no way in Hell that Rianna was comparing her – fun-loving, prankster, stubborn as a bull, Giselle – to that idiotic girl, Namona Pansim, from Slytherin.

"It was just a joke!" Rianna said, speaking just on the other side of Giselle's bedroom door. "I just noticed that you guys both have the same hairstyle and hair color and you're probably about the same height…"

Giselle opened her door. "Oh, shut up, Rianna! I'm nothing like Pansim," Giselle said in her sister's face. "And it really annoys me that you'd even think of comparing me to that dunce."

"I just-" Rianna tried, but she was at a loss for words. Giselle was truly upset at this.

Instead of speaking, Rianna held out her hand. "I messed up. Truce? Your dinner's getting cold," she said.

A sly smile spread across Giselle's face. "Okay, I'll go down and eat. Just be prepared for the worst," she warned, shaking her eighteen-year-old sister's hand.

Although the two girls were sisters, they looked very different. Giselle had blonde hair that shone like some sort of Veela and green-ish blue eyes that always had a bit of a fire in them. Rianna, on the other hand, had light brown hair that she rarely brushed ("bedhead is attractive on me") and light blue eyes. Rianna was tall with a model-esque figure while Giselle was so slim that if she turned sideways she practically disappeared. Her metabolism was that of a jack-rabbit's and she wasn't always complaining.

Aleo and Aleric – Rianna and Giselle's brothers who were twins – were both dark-haired, tall boys that had inherited the common 'Krum-nose.' Their mother, Hydeia Krum was the Viktor (or 'Vicky' as his cousin's called him) Krum's aunt.

Giselle sat down at her family's dinner table without a word. No one spoke up about her storming off. Instead, they stuck to more stable topics, such as Giselle's father, Rainer Fuchs's, job. He was the owner of the Bulgarian National Quidditch team.

"Yes and Viktor is doing very well for such a young player," Giselle's father said. "In fact, we've been looking at a few of the Durmstrang-age boys to see if we can find another diamond in the rough-"

"Yes, but father," interrupted Aleric, who had just finished his second helping of roasted chicken and had a Daily Prophet open in front of him, "finding Vicky was quite a lucky thing. The odds of that happening once more are about-"

"-A hundred to one," finished Aleo, who had begun shoveling food from Giselle's plate onto his own plate. Giselle hit him with her fork and he mock-sneered back at her before grinning.

Mr. Fuchs shrugged with a slight gleam in his eye. "I like those odds," he said.

Giselle rolled her eyes. "I don't see why you don't look at Hogwarts boys and girls as well. That Harry Potter – he's one heck of a Seeker, yeah?" she said, looking to her brother's who also attended Hogwarts, for confirmation.

"Yes, but we already have a Seeker," Mr. Fuchs said to his youngest daughter. Even though she was fourteen, he treated her like she was four.

"Well there's also the Gryffindor Keeper, Oliver Wood," she said, representing her House team that she played reserve Beater for. "He's a Team Captain and obsessive when it comes to practicing. But Gryffindor easily has the best team in ages."

Mr. Fuchs only smiled sadly at his daughter, as though she was a lunatic in a straight-jacket that he felt badly for.

"Yes, Dear, but that's just the House pride talking. I remember how proud I was of being in my House at Durmstrang. Yes, I believe that Chyrmador was the best House. Ambition, bravery-" His reverie was ended abruptly when all four of his children groaned.

"We know, father," Rianna said exasperatedly. "Ambition, bravery...and the intense desire to get ahead in life." Aleo, Aleric and Giselle giggled at Rianna's impression of their father.

"Oh, you think that's funny, do you?" Mr. Fuchs said, a smile twinging at his lips, making his mustache move up and down every so often.

"Actually," said Giselle's mother, "it is quite funny." She giggled a little, making her kids go into even greater fits of hysterical laughter.

Mr. Fuchs laughed along with the kids and his wife. Giselle loved when her family laughed together. Not only was it music to her ears (she loved the sound of laughter), but it meant that her family was together.

Not that the Fuchs' weren't close – they were the closest a family could get without completely murdering each other. No, it meant that Rianna wasn't off on some pointless date with some moron she'd met once before. It meant that Mr. Fuchs wasn't in Bulgaria talking business with faceless lawyers and such. It meant that Aleo and Aleric weren't off figuring out a way to both become the Minister of Magic. It meant that Mrs. Fuchs wasn't shopping with her girlfriends or eating at a fancy restaurant and gossiping.

To Giselle, this right here was the best thing that could ever happen.

Aww little Giselle and her family :)

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