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Family Matters

A masked stranger walked towards the Hogwarts gates, his pace only increasing as he reached the iron bars and he proceeded to walk right through them, as if they weren't even there. The magical alarms that should have gone off, didn't, and if anyone was watching they would have seen a man dressed in black walk straight through the gates of the apparent safest place on Earth.

He didn't stop, didn't even glance around, in fact, he just kept walking, as if he knew exactly where he was going, and who he was going to see. And apparently, no-one was going to stop him. Tyler Anderson, a man in a 'minor' position of the Ministry Of Magic, had come to visit his little sister, for the first time in quite a long time. He thought back to the last time they had seen each other, Christmas, not last year but the year before, and the last time they held a proper conversation, when she was six and he was fourteen. Tyler was the exact opposite of his sister, where she was irrational, he was rational, she had the shortest temper known to wizard kind, he had the longest, she smoked and drank, he did not, and most importantly, she was a Veela, he was a normal wizard.

Tyler and Casey's mother, Patty, did not approve of Casey, and made it clear to point it out to her every time the sixteen year old tried to open her mouth, and made it even clearer that after her fifteenth birthday, Casey would not be welcome back at their house, mostly because she was a bad influence on the youngest of the Anderson family, Taylor Anderson. She had basically thrown Casey on the street with no money, nowhere else to turn, and a date of death written clearly over her head.

Her 'date of death' was actually the reason Tyler had come to visit, he knew about what he referred to as his sister's 'illness', and he knew that time was running out. He also knew Casey quite well, and knew that she was a very hard person to love, he had the advantage of being her brother that he felt some sort of obligation to do so, but he couldn't quite see someone not related to her doing so. He wondered up to the Charms classroom, and opened the door slowly, scanning around for his sister.

"Um, excuse me, is Miss Anderson here? Casey?" he said, his voice rough, deep and serious, like someone you wouldn't want to mess with. The reaction however, didn't not match. Laughter. Most of the class had started chuckling, and he raised an eyebrow in confusion, glancing over to the teacher, who just shook their head.

"Casey never shows up, nor do I expect her too." Without another word Tyler walked out of the classroom and started to walk around again, looking down every corridor and up every staircase, until he ended up near the lake, and his sister standing about five metres from him, taking a long drag out of a cigarette, she turned to face him, and her eyes widened in shock, almost dropping her dart in the lake.

"Those will kill you." he shrugged, giving his sister a small smile, which she didn't return, just blowing a ring of smoke in his face, shrugging.

"I'm already dying, doesn't matter." she mumbled, dropping the cigarette into the lake and turning to face him, shuffling through her pocket to see if she had a piece of gum or something, but coming up short, she also realized that was her last cigarette and that she didn't have enough money to buy another packet, nor was there anyone around to get some off, and her brother was sure as hell not going to give her anything.

"Such a charmer, Casey," he chuckled, his fingers locking and and he started to twiddle his thumbs, knowing she knew what he was about to say, and that what he was about to say was going to upset her majorly. "Case, if you die, I' not saying that you will, but if you do, you should make up with our mother." Casey groaned loudly, rolling her eyes slightly, "Listen, no matter what she says, you're still her daughter, and if you die, not that you will, but if you do, she'd be happy you patched things up with her before you...And for Taylor's sake, she doesn't think her sister loves her, and I know, I know that's not true. And part of that is because what our mouther tells her but-"

"SHUT UP!" Casey yelled, her eyes flashing dangerously, anger started to twist her features and make her eyes narrow, "First of all, she kicked me out, I would have stayed, y'know, if she hadn't forced me about, and what about our apparent father? He just stood there! She called me a freak, Tyler, every day, she called me names, she treated me like shit! Just because of something I can't help! I'm not apologizing because I haven't done anything! She's spent all my life hurting me, I'm going to die and she will shrug it off! And if she sent you here to make me apologize you can tell her to fuck off! And you too! You can fuck off, and I'll see you at the funeral." she took a deep breath, watching as her brother started to retreat, not bothering to say anything, but he wasn't about to turn his back, he raised his hands in defence.

"About Taylor, I send her letters, every week. I send her letters. And she never responds. Never." she watched him walk away and she sighed, knowing she had quite possibly just forced away the one person who cared enough to love her.

"Oi Tyler," she yelled, watching him turn around once more,  "I love you too.'

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"Well, that's news to me, anyone I can ask for evidence or?"

"Seriously though Thompson, I don't want to pile any of my shit onto you, do you really want to listen?"

“Just bloody brilliant…”

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"Several, actually Thompson."

“Just bloody brilliant…”

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"Just bloody brilliant..."

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"Well, Nicole, good morning or afternoon or evening or night or whatever."

“Hi everyone…”

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"Hi everyone..."

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"...Has the castle always been so...depressing, quiet, silent, melancholy?"

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'have you ever been in love with the idea of someone? say there’s someone in your life and you know you can’t be in love with them you don’t really know them, maybe you know your not really right for them… you know whatever it is your feeling is really just an attraction towards an image of that person you’ve created in your mind.'　

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"Oh, nothing much, the castle's abandoned, like literally, I've only seen you and Rose around, so counting down the days, all that depressing shit, what about you?"

"So... where is everyone again?"

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"I suppose that's true, but I guess I find depressing the norm so..."

“It’s been too quiet to do much, hasn’t it? Oh well, it’s better than it being rowdy and almost deafening.”

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"Absolutely no clue Thompson, but hello there. Smile."

"So... where is everyone again?"

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"It's been too quiet to do much, hasn't it? Oh well, it's better than it being rowdy and almost deafening."

“Quidditch, and being a moody bitch, what about you?”

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"Quidditch, and being a moody bitch, what about you?"

Rose shrugged “Well that’s still good. What’ve you been up to recently?”

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"Nothing really, to be honest...Just better."

“Alright. Same old shit I suppose, today’s a better day I guess.”

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"Alright. Same old shit I suppose, today's a better day I guess."

“…Hello?”

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"Hey, Rose, haven't seen you in ages, how are you?"

“…Hello?”