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katrinaalice 
Zyanya couldn't believe it. Amara had ditched her yet again. This was the second time in a row her sister had done that. She'd have to have a word with Amara. She understood that emotional goodbyes weren't Amara's thing but it wouldn't have been much for Amara to just do it this once. It's not everyday that they left for Hogwarts.
Once she had finally made her goodbyes with her parents, she had started searching for Amara. She thought she saw Amara enter from the front so she went in. She was wondering if she would have to look the entire length of the train to find her sister. Damn you, Amara!
Then, as luck would have it, she found her in the first compartment itself. Peering in, she found her sister talking to someone but couldn't clearly see who it was. She opened the door and walked in, clearing her throat. She was mad and she was going to make sure Amara made up to her.
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pundantic In truth, Al did kind of mind being interrupted, but only because he was feeling a little anxious the closer and closer they inched to the castle. There was a lot of expectation riding on his arrival and the dusty old hat that would be plopped on his black curls. Ever the little gentleman, though, Al never would have dismissed the new entry. Amara, she said her name was.
He conceded the seat to her, ”Of course you can sit there. Your sister, too.” And like he had conjured her with the mere mention, a new girl who Al assumed to be Amara’s sister materialised in the door. He looked between the two and sensed a bit of tension and, then, masterfully ignored it.
“Hello,” he offered his hand to the second sister, “You must be Amara’s sister. I’m Alessandro.”
Was it a family trait? Clearing throats to make dynamic entrance?
GOD I HOPE NOT!
Amara stole one look at her sister and knew she was in for trouble.
A lot of trouble. She had that coming since Flourish and Blotts. No one could save her now. Shaking her head in mock resignation she sat down opposite the boy.
Wondering if the boy could sense the tension between them, she motioned for her twin to take the seat beside her and turned towards him. "
Ales...san...dro" Huh, it's a pretty name. "
Can I call you Alex?" Pretty and convenient.