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OF COURSE VERNON WAS FINE WITH me not coming back home again. He even said that I'd be taking work of his hands and that he's happy for me and my newfound family, but in all honesty, I think he's just happy that he has one child less to care about.

Well Hooray for him and his childish bullshit then.

And now I've been at the Avery's, our house, for like two days and it's still weird to say that. I don't even know why.

The house is so big, I barely know where to be, no matter what I want to do.

So I mostly stick to Azrael or Dexter and hang out with them. I also do it because I haven't talked much to Lucian and I'm frankly a little scared to do so.

I even have my own rooms, yes plural, a bedroom and a bathroom. They are both decorated rather plainly right now but I was told that it's my choice whatever I want to do with the rooms. And I still have no idea.

When a decision is trying to be forced out of me, there most likely won't be an outcome.

On one side, I have never had so much freedom in my life, on the other side, I feel constantly watched by someone.

"Well then who's your favorite professor?" I ask Dexter, trying my best to make conversation with him while we're sitting on his bed and differentiating his books into what he wants to keep and what he doesn't need anymore.

I've never seen a child have so many books. And I thought me and Harry had many galleons laying around.

   "I mean I really like professor McGonagall, she's really nice to me, but..."

"But what?"

"I told dad that professor Snape is my favorite so if he ever asks, you know uh, please don't tell him."

I give him a soft smile and nod, "I won't tell a soul, my lips are sealed, I promise."

"Thank you." He says and it stays quiet for a moment until he speaks up once again, "Can I ask you a question, Aurora?"

"Sure, what's on your mind, Dex?"

"You're officially mine and Azrael's sister now, right? Father kept quiet and refused to tell me much."

"I am, yeah. It took some minustry work but I'm officially an Avery now."

"That's nice, I always wanted a sister." He says while a small smile appears on his lips.

Aw he really is so adorable and innocent still.

"Why?" I ask, a laugh escaping my lips, "Is your brother not enough of an entertainment?"

"No- well yes he is but I don't mean that. You remember I told you that our mum died when I was born and I just always dreamed of growing up with a girl in our house."

   I snicker and shake my head slightly instead of answering.

   "I know it sounds weird, please don't think any different of me." He pleads quickly.

   I laugh once again, "I promise I won't think any different of you. You're funny, you know."

   "Thanks, you're funny too."

   Seems like this sibling bond is starting to bond slowly. The bickering just hasn't started yet.

   Right as I want to speak up again, the door opens and Azrael comes in.

   He is different here. The bags under his eyes are dark and he rarely ever smiles when he is around anyone other than me and Dexter. His hands are held behind his back and his normally crazy clothes and hair are tamed. It's almost weird to see him like that.