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It was Christmas morning, a blanket of snow covering the ground outside while small sprinkles of frost fall. This was Amelia's first Christmas without either of her parents and it most definitely felt weird. She still had Chloe, in fact, Chloe was sitting in the seat right across from her... but it surely was still weird. Not seeing either of her parents on a holiday mean't for love and family. Is it? What even is the true meaning of Christmas anyway? It was Chloe's idea for this act of rebellion. Avoiding their mother on a holiday. Amelia went along, unsure if she regrets her decision or not now that it had been made. She was unsure about everything. No she wasn't. Not about this third girl situation anymore, at least. They had come home - and Amelia hadn't said a word - but Chloe addressed the problem almost as soon as they walked into the door. Her mom had spilled everything. How they couldn't afford three children so one was put up for adoption, ultimately being Theodora. So, Chloe didn't want to stay. So she and Amelia went back to Hogwarts and they were spending Christmas morning in this cafe. The two hadn't spoken (at least Amelia hadn't) to Thea now that they know stuff yet, and Amelia honestly wasn't sure she wanted to. She didn't know what Chloe wanted to do. Honestly, Amelia's biggest Christmas wish was that this never happened. They never figured out about this triplet. They never moved to England. Their father wasn't actually a terrible and disgusting person that Amelia had walked into with a student younger than her. None of this should of ever happened. Everything used to be so normal. Though, wishes like that didn't easily come true, not even for wizards. So, the best she could do was to stop thinking about it... at least for now. Sitting at a table near a window, her eyes stare out the glass and observe the different people walk by in their scarves, hats, and coats, a small dusting of white laying from the falling weather. Her hands, cold from the outside weather she had walked through, warmed up by wrapping around a cup of coffee. Beside her drink also laid a piece of pie, as well, only a few bites bitten into. She was so distracted with her looking out the window, she had barely even sipped her coffee either.
Chloe was quite happy not being around their snake of a mother this Christmas. She wasn't their family. Neither her or Adam was. Chloe realised a long time ago that it was just going to be her and Amelia. No one else. She realised half way through the herbology class that the other girl had to be biologically related to them. Whose name was Tia? Theo? Chloe refused to remember (It was Thea but hush, Chloe didn't know that). Unlike Amelia, Chloe really didn't put it past their parents to hide a secret child like that and always expected the worst of them. Of course, there was a period where she had suspected that maybe, just maybe, they were adopted too and that for some reason the system had separated the two of them and Thea. This theory had sent Chloe over the moon because this could mean they weren't related to Alice or Adam. That maybe they had another family out there that would have loved them more than Alice and Adam had. However, after going home for the Christmas holiday that theory had quickly been proven false. No. Her parents were just assholes and decided to kick a random child out of the household. What a shocker. Part of Chloe kind of...wished that she had been the child they had chosen, but she was never going to state that. After Alice had spilt everything about what had happened, Chloe had felt sick to her stomach. Adam was dead to Chloe. Alice, though, was only half way there. She was simply an accomplice to what Adam had done. But this? This cut the cord between Chloe and her mother. Chloe couldn't even stomach being in the same house again and declared she was returning to Hogwarts. Amelia didn't have to come but naturally she did. Back at Hogwarts, Chloe made no attempt to reach out to their other sister. She didn't want to. Plus what'd she say? Sorry for being the random one that got put up for adoption, but all you missed out on was getting preyed on by your pedo of a father and a lifetime of misery, do you like bowling? we should go bowling sometimes.. Not like she knew Thea's life story anyway but Chloe knew whose family she was adopted into. The Edisons. So life couldn't be that bad. Anymore at least. Now it was Christmas day and they were sitting in a cafe. Chloe had ordered a chai latte but it was untouched on the table and Chloe had brushed any offers of food. She wasn't in the mood. "You know, I prefer it like this," she declared as she stared out the window, "there's, like, no people. It's better without the crowd."
Christmas music played from a speaker somewhere in the store, getting stuck in Amelia's head. She quite like Christmas music, but refrained from humming along to it like she wanted to do. She picks up the glass, pressing it to her lips to take a small sip of the hot beverage, eyes not leaving the window even when placing it back down on the table. There isn't much foot traffic, but it made sense. Most people were at home with their family, opening presents and eating a large breakfast. People aren't working or doing any shopping right now. Her eyes swiftly turn their gaze back to Chloe at the spoken words. "Yeah, no crowds is nice." Amelia can't figure out if she agrees, so she only keeps her reply vague. "We haven't had a lot of peace and quiet in a while." She laughs a little at her latter sentence, but it's more forceful and half-hearted when coming out.
"I can't decide if I find it nice or if it's boring," she declared with a shrug. "At least drama gives you something to do and deal with. Then again...I guess it's the type of drama. This situation is ridiculous. I honestly thought people dealt with secret siblings in the movie, not real life."
"It's... different." She takes another sip of her coffee, trying a bit of pie afterward, while Chloe mentions the secret sibling incident. Amelia reckoned she would, but honestly, wish the topic didn't have to be discussed. She knew it should be. Talking is good. But, didn't mean she wanted to do so. "Yeah, it's all just one big mess. Do you think they'd never tell us if we didn't find out ourselves?"
Chloe snickered at the comment, leaning back into her seat. "Of course not," she retorted, "this family was built on lies and secrets, did you really think they'd turn around and come clean? They were way too deep into it to fix that mistake." Chloe was ignoring that she was helping contribute to this scenario, to this life of secrets, but it was true.
"Yeah, yeah. True." Her eyes go back toward the window, to the outdoor winter scene. To think, last Christmas was so normal. Their family was ordinary, or at least seemed like it, and happy. They were at home, in France. France. "I- It's just, I can imagine it from dad... but, I wouldn't think mom would keep such secret forever at least."
Chloe shrugged at that, not really sure what to say. "She let him do whatever he wanted," she mumbled after a moment, stirring her chai latte with a spooon, watching the delicate artwork disappear into the drink, "if he wanted to keep it a secret, she wasn't going to fight it."
"Yeah, but this wasn't just his secret. It was her's, too." Honestly, Amelia didn't know why she was arguing so much. She knew her mother wasn't the best, but she needed at least on her parents to not be terrible. "I don't know. Everything is just a big mess right now."
"Happy belated birthday to us, right?" She asked, raising her glass in the air with a thin, sarcastic, smile before taking a sip. "You know what? At least we know now. At least know our parents are just snakes that literally only care about their own needs. Like they literally don't care about any of us, including whatever her name is."
"What a birthday present," she sarcastically remarks back. "How can you easily just accept that, though? Like, we already have to deal with the fact that our father is a pedophile and now we know we had a triplet that neither of them bothered to tell us about. I thought we were this open family who didn't keep any secrets from each other and now I have to learn it's the opposite to that. It just all sucks. And it's a mess. And honestly? I wish we never found out about this other girl with our face. What even are the odds for that anyway? She was adopted and moved to a different country, yet we ended up moving to that same exact country. There are 195 countries for goodness sake!" Amelia didn't mean to go off at her sister. She wasn't the one she was mad at. She was just angry and needed to yell at someone. She regrets it being Chloe.
Chloe went silent when Amelia began to rant, to yell. Mostly because Chloe knew she deserved it. How would easy would it to be? For Chloe to just come clean. Come clean about what really sent their father to jail. Come clean about what had happened. But she kept her mouth shut, let Amelia talk, because their birthday, Christmas day, was not that day to tell Amelia that their father was more of a pedophile than they originally thought. "I'm glad we did," she said after a while, not saying anything immediately after Amelia spoke. "Find out about her that is. Better now than never. Ignorance isn't bliss." Chloe supposed it was easier for her to accept all of this. She already went through the process of losing trust in both their parents. This was just another incident. "But that's the thing, Amelia, you have to accept it. You can't change this. You can't just declare that she's not our sister. Kind of. It is what it is. Just think, one more year and we can be done with all of them. We can go back to France. Or to one of the other 195 countries in the world."
Chloe was right. Amelia did get what she was saying. But she couldn't. Couldn't accept any of it. "She isn't our sister. Biologically? Yes... but she was adopted into a different family elsewhere. So our sister? No." She's silent at that, listening to the christmas music for a moment. Oh, how she wanted to go back to France. Her father was locked up. They shouldn't have moved and Amelia's hated every bit of it. Well, admittedly, not every bit. Hogwarts is nice. Ish. But still. "Look, maybe we're going a little hard on our parents... especially mom," she speaks up once more in a quieter such tone. "I know neither of us our happy with what they did - mainly with not telling us - but it was still their choice. We have only a little idea financially what they were going through, but maybe it was really bad. So, for the better, they couldn't afford to take care of three children. Maybe we haven't thought it through enough."
"No, you're right in that sense, she's not...what you are," she said with a shrug, "but she's still something. And we don't know her. We don't know anything about our own sister. She doesn't know us. And I won't forgive our parents for that. If it was that bad financially then they should have just gotten rid of all three of us. Though I suppose all three of us might have been separated and given to different households. We'd be worse off than we already are. Or maybe they should have sucked it up and kept her but...I don't know...I just don't know," she said, looking down at the cup of chai. There was too many variables. If the girl had stayed, would she have been the subject of those videos? There was so many what ifs that Chloe couldn't reach a 'this is what should have happened'. But deserting one, abusing one and traumatising the other? Probably wasn't the best solution either. "Visitation? They could have asked for visitation?" Of course, Chloe was assuming Thea had been adopted the moment she was given up.
"We can't just sit here and think of what they should of done. We don't know enough to just assume things. Maybe, instead of blaming out parents, we can just... Ugh. I don't even know at this point." Amelia's mind was so- just, muddy. She couldn't think straight with thoughts jumping from one to the next. "So, what do you want? Do you want to talk to her? Thea, I mean. We also can't avoid our mother forever."
"I don't know, I doubt she's too particularly interested in us," she said with a shrug, "and you bet your ass I'm going to be avoiding mum for as long as I can. They're the only people to blame because they were the ones who put us in this stupid f-king situation. God, I can't wait to get a job and move out."
"What about this summer, though? You have to go back then." She takes another bite of the pie, listening to her sister bring up moving out and getting a job. The words make Amelia think of something to change the subject, and man did she want to. "Agreed. Have you thought what you may want to do career-wise?"
Chloe shrugged half heartedly at the question. "I don't know," she said. "Maybe an auror but the amount of years put into training is such a turn off. Maybe a private investigator. I'll probably work at a store or something first."
"Private investigator?" she repeats, honestly quite surprised. She didn't think that was something her sister wanted to do. Guess they've never really talked about it, though. "That's cool. I've always liked the idea of being an auror... but I don't think so either."
"I want to say it's too far off in the future but it's not, is it? Literally two more years until we're faced with graduation," she said, placing the cup back on the saucer with a clatter. "I don't know. Maybe I'll end up the minister of magic or something."
Héloise sat at one of the cafe's tables, a hot tea sitting in front of her. She also was hungry enough to maybe order a pastry of sorts, but wanted to wait for her sister arrive first. Alexandria and her always seemed to usually get along well enough - closer than a few of her siblings - and so meeting up at a small spot in Hogsmeade with her was always nice.
Alexandria hadn't meant to run late but she was a busy girl - her planner? Full. She was supposed to be tutoring some first year over potions but a meeting with Heloise was far more interesting and, well, preferred. She hurried into The Hmm Cafe, scanning the tables until she saw her sister. She told a server her order, a black tea, before making her way over and sitting opposite Heloise. "It's too cold already outside," She lamented with a sigh, "I don't want to break out the pink mink coat just yet."
She smiles at her sister when she walks in, taking a sip of the hot drink on the table while she orders. "Why not?" she questions while putting the beverage back down on the table. "You look great in it. Might as well break it out."
"That's true," Alexandria replied with a nod, lips pursing as she looked up for a second before shrugging, "Anticipation is great; I've already got half the old Death Eater daughters looking forward to it." She sighed, "Being a Queen Bee is hard, I'm sure being Grand Duchess is easier." Her eyes fell on Heloise and she smiled, "What about you? I'm sure you've got a coat you could grace us with."
"Nothing like your pink coat, that's for sure." Although she'd be unlikely to admit it, Héloise had been jealous of her sister's good fashion taste ever since she started caring about clothes and what looked good together. Fashion taste? It was a funny thing to be jealous over, certainly. Though, not like she can just stop being so. So, here she was, jealous over a pink minx coat.
"Give me until Christmas and that'll be rectified," Alexandria replied with a smile, winking knowingly. If Heloise wanted something close to the pink coat then Alexandria could deliver. "You have that crimson coat that's to die for," She said after a few seconds of silence, "I'm sure some of the Bullstrode girls in your year would kill for it. Though, they'd do anything to make themselves somewhat bearable to look at."
A smirk forms on her lips at both comments. "Oh, yeah. That one is cute." She can't help but giggle just a bit about the comment and Bullstrode girls, even though it might seem the littlest bit rude. Well, it's not like they're any better on the inside. "True, true. If only a crimson coat could work that much magic." Wow, was that mean? Probably. Yes. It is. Ugh.
"It's the cutest," Alexandria agreed with a laugh. She nodded at Heloise's other comment, "It does - have you seen the way people oogle at you when you wear it? It's a portable love potion and you should flaunt it." She raised an eyebrow and laughed airily, "Or it's just the Malfoy charm - another great magic alternative."
People oogling at her? Okay. Well, she'll take it. "The Malfoy charm is clearly a part of it. I mean, just look at people with you. Or Amortentia." She takes another long sip of her tea afterward, one hand on the handle and the other wrapped around the cup itself.
"Or you, again," She said with a laugh, finally having her drink arrive at the table. She wasted no time in putting three sugar cubes in and stirred lazily, "It has to be - I hear even Gabriel has some guys staring at him."
She takes another sip of tea, eyes still locked on Alexandria as she stirs her's. "I bet. Though, are we even surprised? The Malfoy charm isn't new to any of us. You've been oogled at since the beginning of Hogwarts. From what I've heard, at least." She smirks some at her sister, delicately putting her cup back down on the table. "Speaking of, how's school been going for you? Classes?" Some may say how Heloise went from a pink mink coat to classes, but to anyone who knew the Malfoy, they shouldn't be surprised.