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Memories for a Loving Sister

Worst Day of Her life

July 20th 2072

Alicia Devereaux had woken up like it was any other day, like her world would stay the same – but that was not the case. After all, something most horrendous had to happen for her to make this date as the worst day of her life.

She walked out of her small apartment locking up behind her, saying hello to her muggle neighbors and smiling as she walked down the seven flights of stairs until she was outside. Then sighing she walked to what used to be her favorite café to meet her favorite little sister Aurelie.

She sat down, waiting for her to arrive – and then she heard a scream. Who was screaming – they were safe and sound in Diagonalley. She thought standing up, and then with a jerk on every muscle every part of her soul her being – it felt like her heart was ripped out of her right then and there. She had only just graduated – she hadn’t even started her life yet!

She thought the tears already streaming down her cheeks as she ran with three quick steps and was at her side.

“Aury,” she cried, her hand on her sister’s knee. All she could think was what had happened – but she knew, she was dead and there was no healing her. After all, you had to still have a head to be able to be safe and be healed at Mungo’s and she didn’t.

“DOES ANYONE HAVE A TIMETURNER?” She screamed tears burning her eyes as they fell down to the pavement bellow.

“Ma’am, please come with us.” The ministry official next to her spoke calmly, like he’d seen this all the time like he’d seen people splinch to death daily. But she had never seen this. She had never seen her sister gone, she had no want no need to give her up, she sat there, on the ground her head tucked down.

“I love you, Aurelie” she cried.

“Ma’am, I’m sorry for your loss.”

“No you are not.” Alicia spoke her words void of emotion; she didn’t even look at the man who she was speaking with. “Please bring me to the Department of International Cooperation – I-I need to take sometime off to pre-prepare for her funeral.” She whimpered as she said the last bit she didn’t want to say goodbye. She never would.

“Alright ma’am, I’m am sorry for your loss.” He repeated, she ignored she wasn’t ready for people consoling her al she wanted to do was lay in bed and cry she’d lost her best friend.

:cry: *huggels Alicia* This is so sad.. :cry: I wish I had a time turner nooaw, cause if I did, I would give it to Alicia :yes:

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November 26th, 2052

Le Trésor De Vie
The Treasure of Life

Alicia walked back and forth; nervously the thirteen year-old blond girl was excited, nervous, and utterly happy right now. She was about to have a sister.

“Would you like to come in?” The nurse asked after a good hour of Alicia’s none-stop pacing. She turned, quickly, almost too quickly on her heels knocking a book off of the small table next to her. Oops.

She had to work on that. Clumsy, was what everyone at school called her – because that was what she was. It was more of a diss-though, especially since every other girl, and guy at her school was extremely graceful and elegant. Ali already felt like she was doomed to be the only clumsy, uncoordinated, and average-looking girl there. She, unlike some of her fellow classmates wasn’t part Veela.

And she was proud of that. No boy would be attracted to her because of some strange magic that she herself couldn’t control – they would like her because of her wit, her personality – oh and the fact she made jokes easily and not to mention clumsiness sometimes was appealing. Seeing, the guy who recently liked her – her neighbor Mickey said she was really nice, fun, wild – all good stuff and then he left her for the next half-Veela or three-quarter Veela he saw. Typical.

Still, she walked into the room – there, in her mother’s arms was a small bundled girl. Oh she felt sick – her nerves were on a rampage. She took a step closer, and then noticed another girl wrapped in the same blankets. Twins? She thought, happily – she had two sisters to play with! This was even better!

“What are their names?” She asked, smiling.

“This, is Aurelie, and this is Jacqueline.” Caitlin Devereaux smiled, her blond hair in a curly sweaty mess atop her head. She looked like she wasn’t in pain anymore – and that, was good. That was perfect.

“May I hold her?” Ali asked, smiling.

“Of course,” her mother smiled handing her the little blue-eyed bundle of joy. Still, with Ali’s utter lack of luck, the lovely bundle of joy vomited on her – the first thing her sister did in life was vomit on her. Ugh, gross – but typical.

Uncle Luke walked over – he wasn’t her uncle, but her mother’s best friend. He took the little girl out of her arms, “here why don’t you go get washed up, and I’ll bring you home?” He offered smiling.

Ali nodded ready to get the sick out of her hair - but not ready to leave the little girls alone.

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03/14/2011