Sirius Black's Twin

Cold as Ice

"Lynx?" Lyra's gentle voice floated through the cracks in Lynx's door, but Lynx pretended to still be asleep.

It was sort of like a childish game, yet both mother and daughter knew that it was much more ruthless. When Lyra would come up to wake Lynx up, Lynx would pretend she was asleep so she wouldn't have to answer the door, then when Lyra 'took the hint' and left downstairs, Lynx would miraculously 'wake up' and go down to eat breakfast – though Lyra would already be finished and the breakfast would be cold by then.

Lynx wasn’t the only Blue giving Lyra the silent treatment, though. Will was always in his room, or in Estelle’s room, or sometimes in the liabrary – a place you never usually see Lyra in. When they did come by each other in the house, though, he would give her this long, disappointed look that would make Lyra want to bristle.

Estelle took sympathy on her after the third day of cold, hard silence. The conversations were always stiff and awkward, and after a moment Lyra was starting to avoid Estelle – but much more subtly than her children did with her.

It was an awful week in the Blue household, and Lynx almost cried tears of relief when the day came to go back to Hogwarts.

“I’m going to miss you both so much,” Lyra said sincerely to her children, giving them both hugs, which they didn’t return. “Have fun.”

“Yes, because when I think of Headmaster Snape, I always know that things will be bloody fantastic,” Lynx said gruffly, shouldering her mother’s arm away from her.

Lyra smiled, not because it was funny, but because it was the first time she had heard her daughter’s voice in seven days – it sounded nice, if not a little cold.

“Let’s go, Estelle,” Will said, wrapping a protective arm around his girlfriend’s waist. “I’ll introduce you to my friends.”

“Okay,” Estelle said, glancing at Lyra from the corner of her eye. “’Oo ees zis Snape?”

“He’s a professor at the school,” Lynx sneered.

“A school you won’t get to unless you get on the train now,” Lyra ushered.

Lynx sent her mother a cold, death glare that made her face look really beautiful – but scary at the same time. “Don’t want the reckless traitor to stay spying on you, do you?”

“That’s isn’t fair-“ Lyra protested.

“Whatever,” Lynx said coldly. She turned to Estelle. “Forget Will’s lame friends. I’ll show you mine.”

Estelle smiled awkwardly and let the Blue children lead her to the scarlet steam engine. With all three of their backs turned, no one seen the silent tears streaming down Lyra’s face.