Say Something

Chapter 1

                  

"Melody Andorra Everard, it's time to wake up!" My younger sister Iris called in an unusually perky voice, she was hardly a morning person.

I leaned up in my bed and stared at my alarm clock, it was barely seven in the morning. I flung my pillow over my head and groaned loudly, I wanted the extra sleep. I would need it once classes started tomorrow. Today was the day we would return to our second home, Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. We were a rare breed of magical beings and attended Hogwarts rather than receive a traditional education.

"I've made breakfast." Iris called again.

I threw the blankets off my body and jumped from my bed, I was going to pummel my sister. I stomped down the hallway towards our kitchen, ready to tackle her until the scent of the delicious food Iris had prepared invaded my nose.

"Oh you're lucky you can cook Iris, otherwise I'd have no use for you." I sneered.

Iris chuckled loudly and handed me my plate. I dug into my food and rolled my eyes, it was delicious of course. Iris grinned and sat down across from me and prodded her food, she breathed sporadically.

"What are you so chipper about?"

Iris jumped at my voice and shrugged her shoulders. She was purposefully trying to avoid thinking about her close friend Bradley. She was really looking forward to seeing him at Kings Cross, hoping he would start to see her in a different light. I snorted at her thoughts and she gasped.

"Damn your telepathy Mel, stay out of my head."

"I can't always help it Iris, but trust me I don't want to hear about Bradley in much detail, telepathically or otherwise."

"Stop being such a cynic."

I rolled my eyes and sighed, I thought about taking my plate into my room. It was only in solitude that I could actually keep my mind to myself. I had been born telepathic and it had caused many problems throughout my sixteen years of life. I had constantly wished to just be normal and wondered why I was given this gift when my sister who was born a mere ten months after me, was given no such ability.

"Don't you wish mum and dad were here to see us off? Or Gran..." Iris's voice wavered as she spoke of our departed family.

"Are we going to do this every term Iris?" I snapped.

"What is your problem Mel? Sorry we don't all have your ability! I can't remember our parents at all, at least you had Gran's memories. I have nothing. You're not the only one with problems."

Iris stood up from the table and stalked to her bedroom. I jumped when she slammed it loudly. I wanted to smash my head against the table. I could be so insensitive sometimes. Our parents Ingrid and Jareth Everard were murdered only weeks after Iris was born, neither of us ever knew them. But with my telepathy I could easily access our grandmother's mind to see them, Iris only had photographs and what she could be told by others. I knew it was so hard for her. Our grandmother had raised us both but Iris had a very special connection with her and this past June she had passed away from illness. This had been the hardest summer of our lives.

I stood up from the table to talk to Iris, hoping I had given her enough time to calm down, though I could completely understand her anger towards me. I was often so consumed by my own struggles that others would fall by the wayside. But Iris was the only blood relative I had left, she deserved better.

I knocked tentatively on Iris's door but didn't allow her to turn me away before entering. She was sitting on the floor in front of her bed, quiet tears rolling down her cheeks. She missed our grandmother. I sat down next to her and she unhesitatingly rested her head against my shoulder.