You have no idea how mad I was three months ago when I completely fucking erased this goddamned chapter, but it's okay because after a lot of painstaking effort I finally got this thing updated, and boy am I proud of this one, though I do wish to point out that I know it's unrealistic, but trust me I have a good plotty reason for why the twins had such ease getting jobs, and hotels, and whatnot, don't worry we'll get there soon.
Triggers for this chapter are: Bullying but it's more just implied. A sprained wrist due to tripping on concrete and whatnot, but it heals before anyone can notice. Magic man, it's amazing.
"Carry out acts of kindness, with no expectation of reward, safe in the knowledge that one day someone might do the same for you. -Princess Diana"
Hylo had woken up before her brother this morning, though she didn't often, and began getting ready for the day, wearing the same dress as yesterday as it was the best thing they could own in a house ran by Vernon Dursley. 'We'll have to get some more clothes today.' She thought to herself as she washed her hair with the hotel soap and rinsed her face in the bathroom sink, using the toothpaste the twins had taken from Dudley's bathroom.
"We should go shopping, shouldn't we," She said to her mirror, who responded with a nod. Pay no mind though as both twins were quite certain this was normal. Their Aunt Petunia never noticed to inform them otherwise.
She went to wake up her brother who seemed to have been replaced with a caterpillar if the cocoon of blankets was anything to go by.
Harry may not have always had warm blankets, but whenever Vernon wasn't in town, and Petunia was feeling a little safer, she would let the twins use the extra blankets, and even, if they were clean, the guest room. Enough of that though. We'll come along to that mindset soon.
"Oh dear Mr.Caterpillar, if only you could just give me my brother back." Harry was giggling somewhere vaguely at the bottom of the cocoon of blankets, so Hylo, being the sort of sibling she is said: "I know just what to do to get him back!" And quickly started tickling Harry's feet that had been peeking out from beneath the covers. Immediately Harry tried to escape, to no avail as he was, still, trapped in a blanket cocoon.
And thus he has built his own damnation. Though I suppose that is the theme for some of the people in this story isn't it.
When Harry rolled off the bed in an effort towards escape of his sisters prodding Hylo could only laugh louder, peaking over the edge of the bed she noticed he wasn't there anymore, just in time to have her sides tickled from behind.
Lily Potter may be crying watching this. James Potter certainly is. Bittersweet sweet happenings and all. They did hope the twins would have an easier time of it, but these moments are always nice to see.
After the two were ready to go for the day, ordering a full English breakfast from room service, the twins cleaned their room up, put away their leftovers, and left for the grocery store with directions and a map fro the front desk.
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"Hylo? Which shampoo should we buy?" A young voice asked, so of course, Emily couldn't help but look up, when she saw two children looking for all the world like they haven't a clue what they were doing, she decided she could help. She'd been there after all.
"Dears, you should probably use these two for your hair type, it's incredibly curly, and my mother swore by it, said without it I used to cry whenever she brushed my hair." The twins smiled brightly at her, and said thanks, walking off to finish shopping Emily would suppose.
"Mum, why are those two kids shopping alone?" Emily smiled at her daughter as she handed her the body wash she'd chosen this month. They each quite liked switching through the scents available.
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