Mischief Managed

Ch1. Double Trouble

Quinn's POV
I woke up to my sister who was reading a book on the other side of the room. I still wonder how she wakes up with her hair always perfect. Her side of the room had light blue walls with daily prophets on the wall from years ago. She neatly had a bow wrapped around her head like a headband. She looked almost like Sandy from Grease and I knew she was like her too. Blair was different from me. On my side of the room the walls were red and gold with quidditch posters along the walls. Unlike her I had messy hair and didn't look as pleasant. I sat up and she noticed that I had woken up.
"We leave soon. If I was you I would get ready now." Blair exclaimed and I threw a pillow at her.
"Get ready yourself!" I exclaimed and got up. I did my daily routine and all I could think about was George. His hair probably grew longer from last year which would make him look hotter. Blair and I both fancied one of the twins. She likes Fred and I like George. I walked downstairs to find her puzzled. Blair had tears in her eyes.
"Blair, what's wrong?" I asked concerned.
"Mum and dad." She said as a few tears slipped.
"What about mum and dad?!" I asked getting angry. My emotions made her cry harder.
"I-I should have known... their dead." Blair exclaimed and collapsed to the floor. I was so mad... I punched the wall. Who could have done this?
"Blair, it's all your fault! You should have heard then dying! What's wrong with you?!" I exclaimed and Blair cried harder.
"I'm sorry, Quinn. I'm so so sorry." She said and I shook my head no.
"Let's just go already. I'm tired of sitting here." I stated and she got up. She gave me a sad look and went upstairs to gather her belongings. I stood there for a few minutes to realize that maybe she killed them. Would she do that? Should I call the ministry? I don't know... she came down and walked out to the car. Blair threw her stuff in the boot and left it open for me to do the same. I walked upstairs and grabbed my stuff. Putting it in the car, I realized I didn't have my broom. I ran upstairs as quickly as I could and grabbed it. I ran back down and shoved it in my trunk. Blair had packed my trunk for me a month ago. She told me that she didn't want me to play quidditch anymore because it was dangerous, but I didn't care. We got in the car and she drove away from the house... away from the place my parents had died... away from my home. We didn't speak to each other on the car ride there. All I did was look over at her and see tears running down her face. I just decided it would be best to look out the window. I watched as the world went by ever so quickly. Would my sister really have killed our parents..... I don't know and I most likely will never know. Finally we arrived at the train station. I looked over to see Blair staring at the station. I wonder what she is thinking about.