27 May 2019, 08:39
Falling into Foul Waters
“Why did you follow me here?”
Startled beyond surprise, Doris leapt out of her skin in fright, gapping at her sister. It was Delta, the one that everyone, absolutely everyone, thought was adopted. There was even a time when she thought so as well but family knew family.
Sucking in her breath, she stared up at her sister in fear. Delta was unpredictable. She hated meddlesome people, surprises, and sneakiness, and she herself was related to all of these things. Doris wouldn't dare admit that to her, though. She had a valid reason to be afraid of her sister, especially during the winter. Delta, who everyone greatly assumed would become a stone-cold Slytherin in her first year was now a seventh year Ravenclaw, smelling like a mix of vintageness and sewage.
She felt tears well up in the back of he eyes but she blinked them away. Delta hated signs of weaknesses, especially in her ownself. Sometimes Doris wondered if her sister knew that she was a mirror that hated her own reflection.
Pulling her hair behind her ear with a shaky hand, she said, “I wanted to make sure you were okay.”
Her sister snorted. “You sound like Marshian on his first freckin’ day.” She had a deeper accent than the rest of them. Doris actually had found this soothing when they were younger and she use to read her stories at night.
Her sister glared at her harder. “Mind your business, a key to succeeding at this school, here.” She turned around, leaving Doris to wonder how well actually her sister was doing. She never shared her grades, schoolwork, or anything related to her academics, at least not to anyone but the Twins. Everyone was required to report important things to the Twins, Doris's eldest siblings Caol and Diana. They acted as the 'parents’ the Solmon Siblings, since their real ones passed away long ago.
Delta seemed happy with her discreet academic situation, probably why she basically abandoned her without any follow up. Doris hurried to run after her.
There were near the Great Lake. It didn't seem so great at the point where they were at, where her nostrils were full of foul smells and something resembling something that decayed fifty times over. Doris gagged so badly she almost threw up, her eyes stinging worse than what onions were infamous for.
Covering the lower half of her face, she mustered out a few feeble words. “How...do you...man...age?”
Her sister glared at her. “It's called an Anti-Stink Charm, try it sometime.”
Her hands flew up. I'm only in my first year, geez! She instantly regretted it, the smells wafted right back up her nose. “I might faint...” she muttered, but her sister didn't hear.
Waddling over to where her sister was crouched, she made out a tiny muggle camera, one that slid out the pictures right away. She clicked away at the inside of the a drainage pipe. Doris failed to see what was interesting.
“I—
“If you don't know what I'm doing that a good sign that you aren't needed here, sweetie.”
Doris felt angry tears well up in her eyes again. This time she didn't hold back. “Stop being so rude—let me see—”
Not thinking, and being incredibly brave and irrational, Doris reached over and attempted to grab the camera. Instead the camera tipped out her of her sister’s and fell into the brown waterfall.
She stood their shocked, but her sister just stared at the word and then got up, wiping her hands on her pants.
Not bothering to even look her way, her sister said, loud and clear, “You owe me two things.”
Gasping, she stomped after her sister, managing not slip and fall anywhere. “But that's not fair—it was an accident—it was only one freckin’ thing!”
“Watch your language.”
“But you said it too!” Their voices trailed off as they headed back to the castle.
Startled beyond surprise, Doris leapt out of her skin in fright, gapping at her sister. It was Delta, the one that everyone, absolutely everyone, thought was adopted. There was even a time when she thought so as well but family knew family.
Sucking in her breath, she stared up at her sister in fear. Delta was unpredictable. She hated meddlesome people, surprises, and sneakiness, and she herself was related to all of these things. Doris wouldn't dare admit that to her, though. She had a valid reason to be afraid of her sister, especially during the winter. Delta, who everyone greatly assumed would become a stone-cold Slytherin in her first year was now a seventh year Ravenclaw, smelling like a mix of vintageness and sewage.
She felt tears well up in the back of he eyes but she blinked them away. Delta hated signs of weaknesses, especially in her ownself. Sometimes Doris wondered if her sister knew that she was a mirror that hated her own reflection.
Pulling her hair behind her ear with a shaky hand, she said, “I wanted to make sure you were okay.”
Her sister snorted. “You sound like Marshian on his first freckin’ day.” She had a deeper accent than the rest of them. Doris actually had found this soothing when they were younger and she use to read her stories at night.
Her sister glared at her harder. “Mind your business, a key to succeeding at this school, here.” She turned around, leaving Doris to wonder how well actually her sister was doing. She never shared her grades, schoolwork, or anything related to her academics, at least not to anyone but the Twins. Everyone was required to report important things to the Twins, Doris's eldest siblings Caol and Diana. They acted as the 'parents’ the Solmon Siblings, since their real ones passed away long ago.
Delta seemed happy with her discreet academic situation, probably why she basically abandoned her without any follow up. Doris hurried to run after her.
There were near the Great Lake. It didn't seem so great at the point where they were at, where her nostrils were full of foul smells and something resembling something that decayed fifty times over. Doris gagged so badly she almost threw up, her eyes stinging worse than what onions were infamous for.
Covering the lower half of her face, she mustered out a few feeble words. “How...do you...man...age?”
Her sister glared at her. “It's called an Anti-Stink Charm, try it sometime.”
Her hands flew up. I'm only in my first year, geez! She instantly regretted it, the smells wafted right back up her nose. “I might faint...” she muttered, but her sister didn't hear.
Waddling over to where her sister was crouched, she made out a tiny muggle camera, one that slid out the pictures right away. She clicked away at the inside of the a drainage pipe. Doris failed to see what was interesting.
“I—
“If you don't know what I'm doing that a good sign that you aren't needed here, sweetie.”
Doris felt angry tears well up in her eyes again. This time she didn't hold back. “Stop being so rude—let me see—”
Not thinking, and being incredibly brave and irrational, Doris reached over and attempted to grab the camera. Instead the camera tipped out her of her sister’s and fell into the brown waterfall.
She stood their shocked, but her sister just stared at the word and then got up, wiping her hands on her pants.
Not bothering to even look her way, her sister said, loud and clear, “You owe me two things.”
Gasping, she stomped after her sister, managing not slip and fall anywhere. “But that's not fair—it was an accident—it was only one freckin’ thing!”
“Watch your language.”
“But you said it too!” Their voices trailed off as they headed back to the castle.