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 Posted: Mar 26 2017, 05:31 PM
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There were times when Claudette's hands burned as if she'd dipped them in acid, her skin incessantly itching and grating on her nerves. She wasn't always sure why the sensation would come, or why it was often accompanied by a tightness in her chest, or an impassable gasp in her throat, or the rampant thump-thumping of her heart beating against her chest. But she knew when it came, and often had to suffer through the fit of anxious flutters swirling in her stomach as she spent a few hours or so, glancing carefully over her shoulders, mentally counting up to ten repetitiously---un, deux, trois, quatre, cinq, six, sept, huit, neuf, dix---just so she could find a sense of tranquility strong enough to allow her the ability to breathe through struggled breaths.

Normally, Claudette might have tried to find Lien. The Chinese witch often had the power to melt through whatever had encased itself around the snake, sometimes by sole touch alone. It was like her girlfriend's presence tore her away from whatever wicked aura that clung too closely to her soul, able to silence her mind's internal screaming about things the girl refused to give coherent words to. Claudette knew her heart. She knew the fragility woven into the steel threads that knitted her heart and gave it form and purpose. She knew how, after moments of her life seemingly fine, the worry that everything she thought she knew and lived through was fake became all the realer. Sometimes, it would almost feel like she was about to wake up from the loveliest dream she had ever slept through, and the nightmare of her true reality would come back and smudge all the flowers, all the soft textures, all the sweet smells, all the warmth that had enveloped her in this sweetest dream.

Lien was her grounding force. She was the only thing that made that fear shatter like glass. If she was around, the French girl would know that she hadn't been living through a wonderfully long dream. She'd been living through life, and it had taken an unexpected path that left her with a genuine smile and a reason to feel happy.

But without Lien, the witch had to settle for a moment of suffering. She didn't want to, and she tried with all her might to make the numbers she counted in her head mean that she could let go of the fear that rattled her nerves, and get back to being assured that her life was fine now. Her efforts mildly had an effect, neatly sweeping away the way she had trembled under her skin, and wiping away the wrinkles that anxiety had creased her softer features with. Claudette no longer looked rigid or pale, her natural color spilling back into her cheeks, giving her blush the usual glow she spent hours in front of a mirror trying to perfect. To anyone else, the snake looked fairly normal, perhaps maybe dealing with a fit of boredom from how she leaned back to sink into one of the armchairs in the Slytherin's lavish common room. She even had her head tilted comfortably back and closed her eyes, as if she were about to take a nap, or was already in the middle of one. All the while, her mind continued to scramble the negative thoughts running amok, hoping to distort them enough so she could no longer recognize them.

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He clearly needed a tour guide for this castle.

Grouchy and tired, the snake weaved his way through the school, becoming more and more agitated the longer it took to get back to the dungeons. He needed to figure out the lay of the land here before something worse than getting lost happened. It would take a lot of pride swallowing to mention to anyone, including his twin that he kept loosing his way in the wretched castle. Andre was not the best at navigation; it was one of the few things that he did not at least claim to be good at it. It was just something that the boy kept quietly to himself and refused to admit to anyone - even Valentine, who had found him lost on the stairs one day.

His mouth was in a thin line as he finally entered the Slytherin common room - the staircases had changed their ways at least four times, after that, the snake had stopped counting. He blew out a breath of relief that also sounded a bit like annoyance and gazed around the common room. His blue orbs settled on a girl in the chair that had her eyes closed. She looked oddly familiar, but it couldn't be the girl that he was thinking of, could it? His mind raced back to his former school, the older girl that he had gotten along with there and the way that it drove Anais crazy that he got along with other girls. His blue orbs sat upon the young woman as he moved towards her, sitting across from her, pondering, wondering, if it could really be Claudette. It certainly looked like her, but it also looked like the last year or so had changed her some how.

Then again, that seemed to be what this castle did - it changed people. It had changed Quincy, it had changed the other transfers that he had known from the palace his last school was, but he was quite certain that it would not change him. It already seemed to be working on Anais, who was out and about the castle without a care in the world. Andre leaned back on the couch that he rested on, slouching in his seat. He really needed to figure out a better plan for how to get the library. It had taken him much longer to travel through the maze of a school than it had to actually be in the library. His thoughts drifted back to the girl in the chair across from him and he leaned over and poked her knee, not caring that she might just be sleeping. "Hey, how do you get the staircases to let you go where you want?"

That must be it, after all. There was some secret to the moving of the staircases that nobody was sharing with him.

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Claudette could picture her mind melting inside her head. The headache she'd gotten after so much thinking, so much forced scenarios playing out like a film she wanted to tear away from running through her mind, that it would've been a wonder if her brain really hadn't melted. She brought a hand to pinch at the bridge of her nose, hoping to relieve some of the pressure she felt behind her eyes. But that only worked when her sinuses were clogged, and proved to do nothing for her as her head started to throb. Replacing her hand as she heard the scratching of stone against stone---which could only indicate someone entering the common room---Claudette tried to control her breaths, inhaling deeply and exhaling slowly.

After a moment, it almost seemed like it could work. The pain she felt was beginning to grow a touch more distant. Maybe, if she continued forcing herself to relax, one controlled breath after the next, she might've been rid of the uneasiness in her chest, and of the faint pounding in her head. It was the most she could manage right then, she supposed, without Lien around to fall into. If the badger had been around, she could've been caressed and pampered, and that always seemed to be something that would break through even the worst of her days. The thought that she should find something aside from her girlfriend that could remedy all her problems often crossed her mind, but she always came up short whenever she tried to brainstorm ideas. There was just something unmatchable to the warmth and comfort she felt from her girlfriend.

She gasped faintly at the sudden poke against her leg, body flinching in reaction. Maybe that was it. Maybe finding people to disturb her so rudely was what she needed to squash her troubles. It certainly brought enough of an annoyance that she felt her anxiety start to fade, shifting into something more angry as she opened her eyes slowly and threw a dirty look at the Slytherin who dared to touch her. Did he not see that she was busy? Or think that maybe she was perhaps asleep? Claudette certainly thought her position should've screamed that, her body so still and paralyzed in its place as she dealt with her mental woes. But maybe he didn't care. Maybe he was just as bad as the venomous girls who trotted along occasionally, pretending as if their hushed voices weren't loud enough for anyone to hear the gossip they sputtered amongst each other. They could be heard. Loud and clear. But then maybe that was their intention, to draw people to look at them as they spoke.

She rose upright to face the boy, a sense of surreal calm to the way she moved that mimicked the calculated motions of a viper preying on its kill. But as her eyes met those of his, her posture lost all sturdiness, her heart leaping to her throat. Claudette blinked in shock, cheeks blushing brightly as she produced a noise too incoherent and high pitched to make sense of. "M-mon choupinou!" She exclaimed, her voice heavy with emotion; so unlike her and the usual fleeting tone that often made her seem too distant to carry anything but indifference in her lilt. Without thinking twice about it, Claudette stood up and reached out to hug the boy, the position a little awkward as he sat and she tried to make herself bend comfortably at her waist without completely dropping all her weight on top of him.

Andre. It must've been a year now, or nearly so, since the last time she saw him. The blond's presence was a gift, but she couldn't help but feel her eyes sting sorely at the same time, a few stray tears falling down her cheeks. "Pourquoi es-tu ici?" She asked, a hint of dismay in her voice. As glad as she was to see him, she didn't want him there. He didn't fit in the old, moody castle. It was too dark, too tired, too simple for her old friend. He belonged in the lavish gardens of Beauxbatons, where the Abraxan winged horses roamed freely and elegantly. He needed the pale blues of their uniform to contrast against his skin, needed to be adorned in the silk of their former robes than wrapped loosely under layers and layers of black with a splash of emerald green and silver.

At the thought of her home, of Beauxbatons and of the misfortune Andre had to be there, the snake wept softly. "I am so sorry you're here. This is no place for you," she whispered, heart aching for her friend. Whatever anxieties she'd felt before had quieted down to almost nothing, her focus removed from herself finally as her thoughts drifted to memories still fresh in her mind of her former school and friends.

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2. why are you here?

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It was Claudette in the chair.

Time sped up in the moments that the older girl opened her eyes and flew off the chair and into hugging him, the glimpse of the annoyed expression turning into something of a mixture of happiness and sadness that she was seeing him here. Was this castle collecting all of the fine people that had attended the French palace? His arms wrapped around her in return, hugging his lost friend. For years they had gotten along at Beaux, but tragic events had torn them apart. Fate was a funny thing however and here they were, together again. His heart sang with the fact that Claudette was in the castle - maybe it wasn't such a dreary and awful place after all. His usual smirk slipped into something softer, something that was much more like a true smile as his heart exclaimed it's joy that his lost friend was here. If they had to be sentenced to a dreadful castle, at least the two would be here together.

He stood, making the returning embrace much easier and kissed her cheek, "Oh dear, I've missed you." his voice was faster, his speech slurring with both the French accent that he had gained from living in Paris and French words slipping out in his excitement. Drawing back again he held her hands, biting his lip for a moment as he examined her, fingers tracing hers. "It really is you. I couldn't be sure until now. You, here, in this dreadful place and your expression - you almost looked to be in pain."

It did not fit in his mind that the older girl was here, in this wretched castle. Clearly, she thought the same of him, as they stood a few feet apart, green orbs watched her. If she looked to be in pain, that most certainly meant that her anxiety attacks had not gotten better upon arriving to Hogwarts. Andre shifted in to hug her again, bringing her close as he often had at their former school and sighed softly in her ear, "You're okay. You're safe. Nothing to be scared of." It was uncharistic of the boy to be calming someone down - or at least attempt to, but Claudette was like another sister to him and as far as the blue-streaked hair boy was concerned, it was family that you did everything for, unless that family member's name was Quincy Elkins.

It was not Quincy that needed comforting, however, it was Claudette, his long time friend and he was glad to at least try to be the comfort that he had been for her before she had left the French castle. He didn't attempt to pull away just yet; remembering the times that they had spent together, both the laughter and the hugs in order to calm each other down. How funny was it that he had just been upset about getting lost in the castle when his friend that had showed him around Beau when he was new was now standing right before him? They would comfort each other, just as they always had.

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She laughed softly, bitterly, as words she wanted to use to describe her situation remained ensnared in the blessed shape of Lien Hong. All the things she felt about the castle didn't feel quite right when she had to consider the luck she had been granted in meeting the Chinese witch. They wouldn't have known so much as each other's names if Claudette hadn't transferred, let alone be able to shower each other with honeyed kisses or trace flowers and hearts in each other's palms. Even if there was a small fit of uneasiness in her stomach whenever she was with the badger and had to wonder quietly to herself if Lien had told her mother yet about them, or if she was still hiding their relationship through the guise of a normal, girlish friendship, Claudette still found her heart fluttering for the girl in the same way as before.

Of course, the matter didn't vanish simply from her unwavering affections. It still hurt to think Lien was hiding her and their relationship. The French girl suspected Lien spoke more openly about school with her mother than she did with her father. Even if it was just a passing comment, that would've been more than Claudette ever managed to offer her father, or that he was willing to listen to. Surely, if she meant anything to the Chinese witch, her name would have popped up more times than others. Wouldn't Mrs. Hong find that suspicious? Wouldn't she have caught on, by now? Noticed the tender way in which they spoke each other's name, or even reaching back to the first time Claudette visited---could she not see the ways in which her daughter made her blush and made the stars in her eyes flicker in every passing glance?

Maybe that was too hopeful for her. She was too much of a romantic, maybe, and what she could see as every sign that pointed to something beyond friendship for them, it was all rather typical for the best of friends. Women had that kind of ability, to be so intimately close with each other and experience love in all it's fascinating powers without necessarily committing to the idea of romance. It was special, the bond between two women, and so rather uniquely different than that of the relationship between a man and woman. Sometimes, as Claudette had learned through all her failed relationships and attempts at love, there were certain tears that could split the threads connecting a man and woman, the damage irreparable, no matter how much time passed or how many tearful apologies and desperate begging occurred to try and repair the frayed strands.

Thankfully, she had never experienced such a falling out with Andre. The blond had quickly become an outlet for the witch when all the world seemed to crash in on her in those early years after discovering she was a witch. Being the very thing that her father had spent his life hunting and killing off, proved to create quite the complex for the French girl. She had gone through a lot of grief, a lot of self-hatred that had enveloped her for several years and made her break down more than once, screaming into her feather-filled pillows, the gentle sky blue of their cases stained with hot tears that carried so much agony, so much uncertainty, so much anxiety. And yet every time she had the idea to make herself disappear, she couldn't manage the courage, too fragile or perhaps just too stubborn to want to snub herself out.

Andre had entered her life in a point where she'd been fighting back all the anguish her heart had been enduring. She had wanted to live normally, happily, freely; falling in and out of love like the girls in all her books did, and dressing up like the princess she wanted so badly to be. Claudette's greed for all things beautiful and material had saved her from drowning in her own self-hate, turning her around for the better and cultivating a healthy ego that complimented the idea that she deserved everything lavish that the world had to offer. Andre had brought a sense of normalcy amiss all that change, and while she had still suffered through her anxious fits, he had been comforting of her, treating her like he couldn't have hated her for being what she was. Then again, he was a wizard. Maybe only wizards could love witches and treat them with respect and care; or maybe her father had simply been too corrupted from whatever past he refused to share with her. Not that Yves hadn't turned around and accepted her. He still embraced her like she was his daughter, still provided for her and hadn't really changed much about the way he treated her. But there always seemed to be a small hint of something different. Like the distance he kept from her, the reserved nature he clung to, had become a tick stronger once she got a letter from Beauxbatons. It wasn't very noticeable, but Claudette could never shake the illusion, subtle as it were.

But she supposed none of that mattered now. It was all in the past, all things she wanted to distance herself from now as she had found what she thought was a happy ending, even if the scenery was different from what her heart yearned for. "Oh, Andre," she said, a softness still intermittent through her voice as she closed her eyes and relished in the comfort of his embrace. "Thank you. I'm, I'm so sorry you're here, but I'm happy at the same time," she admitted, stepping back to get a look at the boy's face. In only a year, she couldn't have forgotten the greens of his eyes or of the teasing curves of his lips that so easily twisted into a charming smirk.

Of course he'd be Slytherin. Claudette couldn't claim to understand all the House's and their quirks, but something about her friend just seemed to fit with the house they shared. "I'm sorry," she said again, laughing lightly as she shook her head. "You had said something about the stairs. Ugh," she rolled her eyes, knowing all about those ridiculous stairs. "I risked getting in trouble by just using my broom for the first few weeks I had to navigate this stupid puzzle of a castle. There's a vague pattern to them. I will show you, but...," Claudette frowned, pursing her lips. "Em, those stupid stairs will still throw a new trick now and again. If you can, try to trail a group. They seem to behave better when there's a lot of students." There was also the annoying steps that occasionally grabbed feet and made the unsuspecting witch or wizard sink into it like quicksand, but Claudette would share that later, when she had the grand staircase in front of her to point out the few she had committed to memory. There were still some she stumbled on, but she'd share as much as she knew. For Andre, she'd put every amount of effort she could muster.

"Where is Anais? I suppose you both are here - what house did she end up in?" She asked, features softened into curiosity as she wondered about his sibling. His twin -- she wouldn't have been surprised if she was a snake as well. Anais fit the picture of seized royalty that Claudette had come to associate with her House. But, her house didn't matter in the end, she realized. More importantly, there had to be reason they transferred.

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People were meant to float in and out of one's life; Andre had determined this at a very young age, when there were children on the streets that would disappear after a few days of knowing them, a few weeks, or a year. There was no one in his life that had stayed, other than his sister Anais. The twins shared a relationship that was uncanny - they were joined at the hip when they needed to be and yet yet could also separate from one another as they needed. Anais didn't want to break a nail when playing Quidditch and Andre most certainly did not want to be stuck waiting for her as she tried on the zillionth pair of whatever shirt or dress because she had to get just the right one.

In their youth, as two children that lived on the streets of Paris, the two had relied on each other quite a but more than the teens needed to at a boarding school or after they had been adopted. Andre supposed that it was because there were others around that could help them that they weren't quite as attached to the hip - people that they could trust more than they could have trusted anyone on the streets. The boy had found that when they had been adopted that the sentiment that people drifted in and out of one's life was still true - at one point, he had considered Quincy, the Elkins' boy that was closest in age to him, to be his best friend. Hadn't he just thrown mocking words at the older boy and sent his boyfriend flying through the air just last week? Of course Erik had deserved that after calling him a street rat, but the sentiment was still the same. The blue-streaked hair boy was no longer close to his older brother, not after his brother had decided that he didn't want the twins to join him at Hogwarts, as if they had not spent hundreds of night talking about just that thing before the older boy had went to school when he had turned eleven, leaving the nine old twins behind at home.

Quincy had no courage or backbone to stand up to Samuel and Johanna, the parents of the six adopted Elkins' children. The older boy had betrayed the twins and had not spoken up; therefore the parents had sent them off to Beauxbatons. Of course after being there for five years, Andre felt very differently about the French school than he had when entering it as an eleven year old; but the sentiment was the same - Quincy had betrayed the twins and to this day, there was still that separation between the siblings. Or at least here was between the two boys, Andre knew that Anais had been talking to the lion more lately.

As a student, he had friends come and go - people were always entering and then leaving again. It was just the way that life worked, was it not? Claudette had been someone that he had learned to love over the years at Beauxbatons; they had even kept in touch through owls once the girl had been forced to leave the school, but at the same time, they too, had drifted apart. Would they have a relationship were they could easily come back together and be friends once more, or would they have a hard time reconnecting with one another? Only time might tell; though if the hugs were any indictation, the two might be able to be fast friends just the way that they had been when they were younger. It was an odd feeling for Andre; since he was not used to people staying in his life or even coming back. As he watched the older girl, he felt his first true smile hit his face since coming to the wretched place - if he could face the awfulness with his best friend, maybe things wouldn't be so bad after all.

A twin shared a special relationship with their other half, but having a best friend meant more to a teen than anything in the world. That had been what Claudette had done for the boy at Beaux. Of course, the snake had other people in his life, other friends, but it was a serial feeling, standing here just a few feet from his first best friend other than his sister. It was something special, something to be cherished, and though Andre was still sorry that he was at Hogwarts, things had just changed to be so much better. The stairs wouldn't be as daunting, the people wouldn't be quite as stupid - okay, yes they would, - but Andre wouldn't be forced to focus on all of this, as he and Claudette could spent hours and hours together the way they had at the French school. Hope caught the boy's breath and he stood there, grinning like an idiot, the expression strange on the boy's face that never smiled.

Shifting his footing, Andre flopped onto the couch and bounced slightly, shifting to curl into the corner and hopefully his friend would join him. She spoke of the staircases and he nodded, taking the valuable information in. Following groups was what he had been doing as much as possible, but it was good to know that this was an actual way to go about things. "This place isn't so bad, now that I know that you're here." If anyone heard his words, they would wonder if Andre was actually being kind - but there was always one or two in one's life that it one was nice to, wasn't there? His fingers curled into the arm of the couch. the green light illuminating the common room and giving it an eerie glow that Andre would never quite understand.

His smile fell away at the mention of Anais - not because he was upset but because sister had been very busy exploring the castle and with the fact that the staircases were absolutely wretched, the boy was not about to follow her. His green eyes fell away from his friends for a moment before looking back to her. "She's here," he nodded, "Came after a shopping spree a few days after I did. She's also with us, sentenced to the dungeons. I daresay she's gotten closer to Quincy and is probably painting her nails with other girls as they fawn over the Quidditch stars."

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Without skipping a beat, Claudette slid into the spot on the couch beside her friend. The smile she kept remained subtle and small, but the sincere joy twinkling in her eye spoke volumes to the way she felt inside. It was both warm and freeing, to be beside someone she had a genuine connection to. Even if, by now, the snake had to admit the students in Hogwarts weren't all so terribly bad, no other person there could make her feel quite as comfortable as Andre could. Well, aside from Lien, perhaps, but with a sinking feeling in the lot of her stomach, the girl had to admit to herself that even her girlfriend didn't quite know the true depths of her---not as intimately as her friend.

Claudette whisked the thought away, unhappy whenever something souring accompanied thoughts of her girlfriend. Lien was perfect in her eyes, and she made her happier than she had ever been in life. It didn't do, to taint that angelic portrait with any sort of realizations that didn't keep the picture flawless and beautiful. No matter how much truth might have been in them, the French girl remained devoted to her girlfriend, able to turn her head easily from the occasional thing that threatened her rose-tinted view of their relationship.

"I could have guessed," she replied amusedly, blinking bashfully down at her hands before meeting the blond's gaze as he continued to talk about his twin. As expected, Anais was indeed around and sporting the same colors as them. Perhaps equally as anticipated, his twin seemed to have taken to the new environment well, to say the least. But that was exactly how Claudette knew the blonde to be. She was adaptable, independent, and she commanded attention regardless of whether she had any substantial backing to support her unwavering confidence. Anais didn't need anyone to drag out the red carpet to announce her arrival or to stake her claim as a force to be reckoned with. Simply showing up at all did both of those at once, and she needn't anyone's permission to be so bold.

It was nice to know she was doing fine, she supposed. Really, Claudette felt a little indifferent over the matter, though she could admit a sense of admiration for his twin and how easily it was for her blend herself into every backdrop she might've found herself in. It did bother her faintly, however, to hear the faintest edge in her house mate's voice at the mention of his brother Quincy, and of how he was sure Anais was getting closer to him. The French girl didn't truthfully understand family matters. She had only ever had her father, no cousins or extended family to speak of at any point in her life. But she did understand general frustration, and she knew similar ways in which a heart could toss and turn, how it could thrash within the chest and make it difficult to swallow certain things. "I'm sorry. I, em, I haven't really seen Quincy myself," she admitted, though it was a pointless to. Claudette had never really had a relationship with anyone aside from Andre, so there wasn't really a point in her ever trying to seek Quincy out. Especially as she was familiar with the problems Andre had with the lion, the girl didn't particularly want to wedge herself between the daunting crevasse separating the boy.

"But," she continued, conjuring a genuine smile, "I'm happy you're here. We only have to suffer this castle for another year after this, before we can be free to do as we want." Of course, what she wanted wasn't so easily attainable. Claudette needed freedom---peace of mind that she wouldn't be hunted any longer and could explore the world and find her place in it as she desired. As of then, the snake didn't really even have a path ahead of her. She simply took each day as it came, and did her best to keep her head down to avoid any unwanted attention. But she could optimistic in front of a friend. At the very least, she felt she owed it to Andre, knowing all the ways in which he'd helped her back at Beauxbatons. It was a debt she almost felt like she would never be able to fully repay, but so long as he didn't seem to mind being friends, Claudette would selfishly accept him.

"Is there... ah, well, I'm just wondering why you both transferred now? Is everything alright?" She asked finally, her brow knitted together, her eyes flecked with concern.

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The boy could not remember exactly the circumstances that surrounded the two Slytherins to become friends back at Beaxbatons, but Andre was certainly less scowly and unhappy when Claudette was around. Even the eerie tint of green that surrounded them in the common room could not bring down the usually grouchy boy from his height of happiness. The older girl had become a staple to the boy in his younger years and when she had left the French school, the boy had wondered, often hoped that she would be okay. Now it was different because the two could at least attempt to resume what they had lost when Claudette had been forced to leave the palace that they had both once called their school.

He shifted in his seat, shrugging a little bit. "You know me, I'm always in some sort of trouble." It was true, the blue streaked hair boy was always doing something or another that landed him in detention and the new snake was not exactly sure why his parents thought that it would be any different at Hogwarts. A slight grin escaped his lips, however briefly. Claudette knew of his impulse streak, in fact she often told him to take better care in handling such matters, but it was not in Andre's veins to actually be able to think about the consequences of his actions before he did things. Maybe one day Andre would be able to have such a skill, but for now, it usually ended up that when he was upset, something happened - and everyone knew that it did not take a lot for the boy to grow upset.

His thoughts drifted back to the boy that he had hexed at Beaxbatons, of course the other boy had not gotten in trouble and it was Andre's fault - when was it not. It didn't matter that the boy had been calling his twin names and only Andre had heard him, or the fact that the other boy had also thrown some hexes or jinxes at him as well; it only mattered to the adults in his world that once more the Elkins' boy had landed himself in detention and along with it, Anais had been involved as well. Of course he took the heat there thought; why would he not? Family was still the most important thing to the Slytherin, even if it meant that he was in more trouble than what she was, in the end.

Anais had been allowed to stay home a few extra days while Andre had been sent to Hogwarts right away. Someone else might have thought of the unfairness of the situation and it certainly had not escaped Andre as he had met his older brother at the front doors of the castle. Golden boy had been sent to greet him, no doubt to watch him as Andre settled into his new school and had to deal with the staircases and obnoxious food wasters that he had as peers.

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