Chapter 3: The Letters

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"Ouch!" Lucy mumbled early the next morning. Her side felt as if it had been punched multiple times throughout the night. It wasn't hard for her to figure out why. Alex and Harry's boney elbow was pressed against the her rib cage each because she's between them and Eliza is on the other side of Alex. 'We have got to get out of this cupboard', she thought to herself.

"Move over," she grumbled at her brothers. Harry groaned but didn't move and Alex woke-up and saw Eliza already up and dress. "Fine," she said in annoyance and reached over, flicking the back of Harry's ear.

"Hey!" Harry said with a start. Eliza look at them and smiled at them. She throw a outfit to Alex.

"Lulu don't do that to Harry, and Harry be quite we don't know if they up or not" Eliza told them. Lucy and Harry nodded their heads.

"Well that's what you get for not staying on your side of the mattress," Lucy whispered, sitting up. She rubbed her side and added, "Just another injury to add to the list."

Eliza and Harry sat up quickly at them same time. "Don't say that Lucilla," she said, giving their sister a hard look. And Lucy knew they was serious. Harry, Alex or Eliza only ever called her Lucilla whenever they was super serious about something. It was way to early to start their day off like this, so Jo reached out a hand and ruffled her sister and brother's jet black hair. Not that Harry need any help from her. His hair was always a mess and Eliza don't have messy hair like her's and Alex.

Besides both Harry and Liz needing to wear glasses, their black hair, and a lightning bolt scar, those were the only differences between the quads. They did, however, Lucy and Harry share the same green eyes, Alex and Liz share eyes, Lucy and Alex share the same hair. Lucy often wondered which parent they inherited them from.

"Stop that," said Liz, swatting Lucy's hand away. She knew they hated whenever she messed their hair up even more and Eliza hated because it takes fifteen minutes to fix her own hair.

The quads did their usual morning ritually getting dressed, taking turns behind the sheet before switching. As Lucy and Liz was holding up the sheet for their brothers, a horrible smell engulfed the cupboard. "Ugh, do you smell that?" Lucy asked, crinkling her nose. It smelled like rotten eggs. Liz looked at her sister shook her head.

"Lucy, don't say that out loud that's why we whisper when we're in here." Eliza whispered to her. She nodded at her.

"Yeah... excuse you," said Harry and Alex from the other side of the sheet.

"Shut up," Lucy said quickly, but couldn't help but laugh. Eliza signed, but smiled.

When Harry and Alex had finished changing, Lucy opened the cupboard door and led the way out into the hallway. She almost started gagging. The odor was much stronger out in the hall, and it seemed to be coming from the kitchen. "This should be good," Liz and Harry mumbled and led the way to the kitchen, while the two youngest of the quads following.

Harry and Liz suddenly grabbed a hold of Alex and Lucy's arm gently, "Remember," Harry said quietly, "don't do anything-" Eliza finished.

"Stupid," They finished for them. "Yeah, yeah, I got it." And she did. Lucy knew she didn't want to have another repeat of the previous day. No, she was going to be on her best behavior today and Alex put a skuck in Dudley's room, but the Dursleys don't have any prove it was one of the quads, but they don't really care, it just give them a excuse to punish them.

When the quads entered the kitchen, they were greeted by death glares from all three of the Dursleys. Clearly they were still very unhappy about the mishap at the zoo.

Uncle Vernon sat at the kitchen table with the newspaper out in front of him. Aunt Petunia was standing over the stove, stirring something in a pot. Lucy didn't want to know what she was working on because that was where the smell was coming from. And Dudley was standing across from his father wearing the most hideous outfit.

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