Mary Jane and the Slytherin Prince

28 - Christmas at Amethyst's

The snow glittered in the moonlight. The halls were decked in beautiful colors of blue silver and green. The small cabin was slightly crowded, but it was comfortable. A fire roared in the brick fireplace, and the sweet smell of pastries and butterbeer. Amethyst sat in the kitchen with Mart, laughing and talking with the twins and Mr. Howloway. As for me, I sat alone on the loveseat, holding a mug of butterbeer, and staring into the fire. Mart's little sibling, who I knew as Lillith, sat on the floor, also watching the fire. 
Honestly, Lilith looked nothing like Mart. They were small, and had velvet black hair that fell to about their mid shoulders. Lilith’s eyes were a light shade grey, and they wore a pair of nice jeans and a red T-shirt, along with some white converse sneakers. They bore no expression but what looked like boredom. And, honestly, I understood that. This was possibly the quietest and slowest christmas i had been through. I only had a week left at my sister’s, and I didn't know what to do anymore.
“Your Amethyst’s sister, right?” I heard someone speak.
I looked down at the ground, only to see Lilith looking away from the fire and up at me.
“Erm… Yes. What about you?” I questioned, not knowing how to talk to them.
“I’m Marts sibling, Lilith.” They held out a hand for me to shake. “What’s your name?”
“Mary.” Hesitantly, I shook Lilith’s hand, looking her in the eyes.
“You're a witch, right?”
“Yes, I am.” I answered, confused. “Are you not?”
“Unfortunately, no. Im, as your kind calls us, a muggle. My sister is the only one with magic abilities in my family.” Lilith looked down at the ground.
“Really? That’s insane.” I shook my head.
“Yeah, it is. I remember when a professor came to our house to explain everything and hand Mart her letter.” Lilith smiled. “I was only six. I’ve always looked up to her. I wanted to be just like her. I waited every year, until I was eleven, to get my letter. But it never came… I remember being so disappointed. I never got a letter. I’ve learned to accept it, though.”
“Trust me when i tell you this, you don’t want to be in our world right now.” I smiled awkwardly at her.
“Why not? It seems so magical!” Their eyes lit up.
“Not exactly. Sure, we have magic, but the ministry is crumbling from within. We are in the middle of the most violent and gruesome war of wizarding history. You can’t trust anyone anymore. You don’t know who’s a death eater, and who’s not.” I explained.
At the mention of the dark wizards, my left arm stung, and I winced. Amethyst looked up at me, and I looked back at her, then down at my arm, and back at Lilith.
“That must be scary…”
“It is, a bit. But it happens. I believe it will all end soon.” I smiled down at them.
“Anyway, let’s talk about something else. What’s your life like?” Lilith started, changing the subject.
“Oh, my life? It’s nothing special. I live with my best friend-”
“I thought you lived here.” They interrupted.
“No, I'm only here for a visit.” I corrected them. “No, I live with my, well, my boyfriend.” I whispered the last bit.
“That must be so cool!” Lilith's eyes lit up with curiosity. “But why do you live with him? Why not your parents?”
“Both of my parents are in Azkaban. That’s the wizarding prison. His father is with them as well, but you know, it happens.” I shrugged. 
“Did you ever live with your parents?”
“Oh, I did. I did for 15 years of my life. But they were awful to Amethyst and I.”
“What do you mean?”
“They would abuse us. Use the torture curse on use if we did something wrong…” I looked at the floor. “But they are locked away, and can’t cause us any further harm.” I ended on a positive note. “Tell me about your life. What’s it like in a muggle family?”
“Oh, it’s nothing exciting. I go to school, go out at times. Sometimes I visit my mother, but it isn’t often.” Lilith looked at her older sister. “I’m going to be honest, this may be the happiest i’ve seen Martelen since mum died. They were really close.”
“This is the first time i’ve seen Amethyst in over a year.” I smiled as I watched my sister laugh at George and fred.
Amethyst stood, still laughing. Mart joined her, and a tasty aroma filled the air.
“Alright, who wants treacle tarts?” My sister offered, smiling.
I shot up and ran to the kitchen, readying myself for a treat I rarely had. I convinced lilith to try one, and we both ate for a while. When we finished,  Lilith and I joined everyone else, and continued to talk, laughing and talking loudly.