𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐄𝐏A𝐑𝐀𝐁𝐋𝐄, jp

𝐒𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍

"I hate you!" Isabella's voice bounced of the walls of Lupin Cottage, her eyes fiery as she stared up at her brother in anger.

"It was an accident!" Remus shouted back, looking down at the smashed pieces of the ornament on the floor.

Remus had just knocked over the bowl that Isabella and her sister Maisie had made and painted when they were younger. The bowl had been sat on the mantelpiece in the living room for almost a whole decade; until Remus threw a ball at Peter, aiming miserably and knocking it off.

"You've smashed it to pieces you idiot!"

"You're a witch! Get mum to piece it back together and stop complaining!" He snapped back, seeming to not care at all.

"If I had done this to you, you'd be screaming at me for hours!" She cried, her eyes filling with tears, "you're such a dick!"

"Oh yes, because it's all about you!" Remus rolled his eyes, "I can't help an accident, you moron!"

Isabella's anger intensified, her eyes now clouded with grief. "You've destroyed one of the last physical memories I had of her, Remus! You're so insufferable and thoughtless!"

"Oh shut up! You can fix it! I didn't even know it was going to hit it!"

"You never know, do you? You never think about anyone but yourself!"

"Oh please, if it wasn't for you-"

As he began his sentence, there was a green flash, Hope Lupin appearing in the fireplace, "hello! How-" The woman paused as she looked around the room, "what's going on?"

"Your sons a twat, that's what's going on," Izzy replied, storming out of the room and stomping up the stairs.

"You are so dramatic!" Remus followed her up the stairs and into her room, "are you trying to embarrass me? Why are you causing such a big scene over something as minor as this?"

"Get out of my room, Remus," she said angrily, sitting on her windowsill and watching out of the room.

"No," he said bluntly, "you're such an embarrassment! It's a fucking bowl!"

"A bowl I made with Maisie and you know that! Why are you even throwing balls in the house, are you stupid?"

"Remus, your friends are standing in the lounge cluelessly waiting for you," Hope said from the doorway, a plastic bag in her hand filled with the fragments of the broken bowl. "Off you go."

Remus left the room, glaring at his twin who sighed quietly, looking over at her mum.

"Come here," Hope nodded for her daughter to come over to her bed, pulling her in for a tight hug. "Let's put this back together and talk about the past two weeks, okay?"

Izzy nodded, sitting down on her bed and crossing her legs, wiping her eyes with her sleeves.

"This'll be fixed easily, I promise," Hope told her daughter, spilling the pieces out onto the bed, and flicking her wand. The bowl came back together, though there was a small piece that was noticeably missing. "Where's the-"

There was a quiet knock on the door, and the two girls turned their heads, Hope saying, "come in!"

James Potter opened the door sheepishly, "I'm really sorry to disturb, but this was on the floor," he took the final piece over to the mother and daughter, and with another quick flick, the bowl was whole again.

"Thanks James," Izzy smiled brightly at the boy.

"No problem, Bells," he replied, leaving the room and closing the door behind him.

As he left, he felt a tug on his heart and confusion in his mind. He truly didn't understand why Isabella was so angry, nor did he understand why the twins had such a complicated relationship.

He hoped that he'd be able to understand it, though, and truth to be told, not for Remus' sake. There was something about Isabella that made James smile, he couldn't quite put his finger on it, but there was something he couldn't get his head around, and he wanted to be there for her, wanted to see her smile.

From what he could gather, Remus was a huge problem in her life, and he hoped that it would change as they started the same school. Perhaps he'd be able to find a way to keep them in the same room, to make sure they get along.

That way, James would be able to see her happy, and be able to spend more time with her.

"Maybe Hogwarts won't be all that bad, hmm?" Hope asked with a grin as James left the room, and Isabella rolled her eyes. "He seems to like you, Bells."

"He's friends with Remus, mum, no!"

"Well, I think you might find that a lot of people in your year group are, then what will you do?"

"Make friends with the people that aren't!" She replied proudly, and Hope groaned.

"Still, James is a nice boy, and he's clearly taken an interest in you if he's come up here just to make sure your bowl is fixed."

"Mum! No!" Izzy shook her head in complete denial, "he's just nice, he barely even knows me!"

"Whatever you say, darling. Back to Remus, though. Has he really been this bad since your father and I have been gone?"

"Not entirely," Izzy responded honestly, "I guess he could've even a lot worse. It's just the little things, comments...I don't know. He has been alright, though."

"Well that's not too bad then! No screaming is always an improvement, eh?" Hope smiled, "your fathers going to have a strict talking to with him before you both go, if that helps?"

"It's something, I s'pose," the blonde shrugged, "I'd still rather not go. I...I keep having nightmares about him telling everyone."

"There's nothing to tell," Hope said firmly, "Iz, you and I both know that Remus' version is inaccurate, he'd be a fool to tell anyone his view on what happened. Nobody would expect a child to be able to stop a murderer."

"I don't understand why he's still blaming me," tears filled her eyes again, this time, they rolled down her cheeks. "I thought as he got older he'd stop all of this."

"Me too, Izzy, me too," Hope held her daughter close to her, her own eyes welling with tears as she tried to understand how everything went so wrong so quickly. "Maybe going to go school together and being around each other will be a good thing. He'll see you more and he'll get used to being around you. He'll understand that there's more to you then being the girl he has to stay with over the summer, he'll see you more as a friend and a sister."

"I don't think I'll ever properly forgive him," the blonde whispered into her mothers chest.

"I don't blame you, darling, but we'll try and make things better anyway, okay?"

"Okay."

A/N

Short, but this is around about the last proper summer one I'm writing, just Diagon Alley and then off to Hogwarts !!

Qotd: have you ever played a musical instrument, and do you still play it?

Word count: 1200