Always

o1: You're A Wizard too.

"Alexandria, wake up.' I groaned and turned over to the opposite direction of where the familiar voice was coming from.

"Alexandria, you need to wake up now!" My mother sternly says." "Five more minutes." I mumbled incoherently.

"Gemma quit babying her." My father scolded. "I'll handle this." I turned over again to get comfortable. I was slowly falling back asleep until I felt something cold drip onto my forehead.

I bring my covers up over again to get comfortable. I was slowly falling back asleep until I felt something cold drip onto my forehead.

I bring my covers up over y head and turned over once again. All of a sudden my covers were jerked away from me, followed by gallons of water falling over top of me.

"WHAT THE BLOODY HELL?" I screamed. "Next time you'll listen to us. Now get dressed. We have an important meeting to get to." My father turned on his heel and left. I looked at my mother, who gave me a stern look before walking away.

"You know they love you, Alex." My sister, Cassandra, said. "Yeah well, they have a funny way of showing it."

Cassandra Avery Black. My perfect twin sister. She has medium length blonde hair with purple tips. Her eyes were bright green, and she dresses a lot like me, but she actually enjoys wearing skirts.

Then there's me. Alexandria Persephone Black. The misfit of the grangers is what I like to call myself. I have long curly brown hair and bright sky blue eyes. How did we end up with different features, who knows?

I grabbed my sheets and duvet and threw them in the dirty clothes basket. Muttering a few curse words here and there. I skipped into  the bathroom and washed my face and teeth. I braided my long dark brown curly hair into a side braid and then changed into a pair of sweatpants and a t-shirt.

Totally formal for a meeting, right? We're just visiting my cousin Hermione and her family. Apparently they have some news to tell us.

"What are you wearing?" My father asks, making a very ugly disapproving face.

"Clothes." I smiled innocently. "We have a meeting in twenty minutes and you're wearing that?"

"It's just to visit family, dad. Plus these are comfortable." I shrugged. He raised his hand and motioned me to leave from his sight. "Why can't you be ore like your sister." I hear him mutter as I exit the kitchen. The amount of times I've heard that throughout my life. Rolling my eyes, I exit the kitchen. "Oh yeah, he totally loves me." I grabbed my red colored jumper and hopped in the back seat of the car. My dad turns on the radio and Beethoven's 9th symphony instantly starts playing throughout the car.

I sighed to myself. If I have to hear anymore classical music, I might murder someone, or myself. My twin sister, Cassandra, softly hummed to the music playing in the background as I plug in my ears with my earphones.

Cassandra and I are fraternal twins, like I stated before. She was born first and was greeted with warm kisses and hugs. Me? I guess you could call me the runt. See, here's the thing. I was born with a crescent moon tattoo on my wrist. Why? That is beyond me. Cassandra was always the golden child. She got everything she wanted in life. I have always been shunned away. I never truly understood why I was being treated the way that I am, but I guess life just isn't fair. As you can tell, my relationship with my parents isn't exactly too great. Never has been, probably most likely never will. But with Cassandra? We're inseparable. She's my best friend, my only friend. I guess you can say it's the bond we have as twins.

"We're here." My father announces. "Act normal." He are stares at me through the rearview mirror. I roll my eyes. "What exactly is normal?" I whisper to myself.