He's the infamous Sirius Black. She's the quiet Savannah Stone. They're polar opposites. No one would think they would be friends, so no one would think that they could have feelings for each other. Or do they?
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"You ready for this?" Dalton asked Savannah as they stood in front of the house their parents called home.
"Never," Savannah replied, sighing as she reached over and squeezed his hand.
"Same," he muttered before taking a step, preparing to go in first.
Savannah glared at the house one last time before following Dalton up to the door, shaking slightly as Dalton lifted up the rusted lion door knocker and let it drop twice. Savannah always thought that it was quite ironic how the door knocker was the symbol of their house at Hogwarts. Of course, she never told her parents so, as they would probably slap her or refuse to give her a meal.
"Come in," growled a gruff voice the twins recognized as their father's. Savannah could practically hear the sneer on his face.
Dalton opened the door, putting his hand behind him in an effort to protect Savannah. He didn't know where to expect either of their parents to pop out at.
"That you, freaks?" Came their mother's high-pitched voice from the kitchen.
"Yes, Mother!" Dalton replied, as he didn't have as much of a fiery attitude as Savannah. If she would have answered, they'd already be sent to their rooms without dinner.
"Go put your shit up and get back down here and help me," She yelled, already back to the normal jabs she gave the twins.
"Yes, Mother," Dalton responded again, grabbing Savannah's arm and pulling her to their tiny rooms at the back of the decrepit townhouse.
Savannah shot him a grateful glance. He always managed to keep her reined in when they were around their parents. If he didn't, then she'd most likely have been out on the streets a long time ago. Some days Savannah wondered if that would really be such a bad thing.
Savannah took her own sweet time putting her trunk up, though there wasn't much that she had to put up. She really just had to drop her messenger bag on the bed and open up her trunk after she put it at the foot of her bed.
She was definitely not looking forward to weeks of hearing everything from her parents that she had spent most of the year so far trying to ignore. She still couldn't believe that people weren't as bad as her parents or as bad as they said they would be. They are the reason she never socialized before.
"You freaks coming or not?" Their mother, Suzanne, screeched again. Savannah could practically hear the sneer in her voice. To the twins, the only face their mother had the ability to make was a disgusted sneer.
"Yes, Mother!" Savannah heard Dalton call back from his own room.
Savannah sighed, walking to her door and meeting Dalton there. He shot her a look that said 'it'll be okay.'
Savannah but her lip, thinking that he couldn't be more wrong. She nodded nonetheless. —— Two days later, the twins woke up on Christmas Day. They didn't bother going to their parents, as they wouldn't have gotten them anything anyway. They wouldn't take too well to being woken up either.
