Sirius Black's Twin

Emotions

Lynx Blue was sitting grumpily in one of the armchairs next to the fire. She was furiously ripping out the stuffing from the arm rest and - for once - no one made a move to stop her.

Lynx was known for having a temper, but no one had ever seen her so furious. Even Will, her brother who always scowled her whenever she did something she wasn't supposed to, avoided her.

Lynx knew that her brother was in a mood himself, but he was tactful enough not to show it. Lynx was jealous of him for that. Her emotions always spilled out of her and she had no control over them. If she was angry, she would attack something; if she was sad, she would attack something; if she was happy, she would laugh.

Will, on the other hand, would smile and bear it. If he was angry then a crease would appear between his eyebrows but that was the only way you could tell something was wrong. He was a master at keeping a perfect poker face - just like Lynx's mum.

Lynx frowned furiously as her mum's face appeared in her head and she took the pillow on the armchair next to her and threw it as hard and as far as she could, not caring what she hit.

Only a second too late did she realise that it didn't matter what she hit, but who she hit instead.

"Ow!" came the voice of Hermione Granger, a Gryffindor girl a year above her. "Who threw that pillow at me?"

Though most people got annoyed by Hermione alot, that didn't stop the fact that Hermione was very popular. Not only because she was friends with Harry Potter but because she was very kind and helped alot of younger years. So no one dared to try to harm her - they did call her a know-it-all at least once a week though.

Lynx, who didn't feel like starting an argumant with Hermione, turned away from her and looked at the fireplace blankly.

"Lynx, was this you?" Hermione demanded, stomping over to the place where the younger girl sat.

"Maybe," Lynx said shortly.

"WHy would you throw a pillow at me - and why is there stuffing all over the floor!" Hermione picked up a large peice of white fluff and looked accusingly at Lynx. "You shouldn't be doing that Lynx. Professor McGonagall is going to be furious."

"She might get furious but it won't be at me," Lynx said, glaring at Hermione from the corner of her eye. "She doesn't even know it was me."

Hermione looked disapproving. "I could tell on you, you know. Right now."

"Come on, Hermione; leave her be," Ron Weasley had appeared from behind Hermione with Harry Potter, and they both didn't look bothered by the stuffing at all. "It's just stuffing. McGonagall could fix it in a heartbeat."

"That doesn't mean she could rip apart the armchair anyways, Ron!" Hermione rounded on her red haired friend, leaving Lynx to sigh in annoyance at the sudden disturbance. She had been hoping that no one would come up to her. She was regretting throwing the pillow now.

"Well, why can't she?" Ron retaliated.

"Because it's wrong!"

"Well, how could it be wrong if it could be fixed?"

"So if Harry just came and broke your arm it would be fine because Madame Promfrey could fix it?"

"No!"

"Then what's the differance?"

"The differance is I would be hurt!"

"Well what about the annoying pain of having to clean up stuffing from the floor?"

"Will you two shut up!" Lynx growled, sick of them trying to bite their heads off. Both of themturned to her, offended. "Honestly, I have no idea how Harry puts up with you two - you're bloody annoying!"

Harry looked uncomfortable, but he made no move to deny it.

"Next time you see someone angry next to the fire - do not choose to start a shouting match right in there ear!" Lynx got up from her armchair and stormed up the grils' dormitory where Ginny emmidiatly started to agree at how childish Ron and Hermione were being.

Will had watched the scene from the corner of his eye with his best friends Dean Thomas and Seamus Finnigan and he didn't know whether to sympathise with his sister or be disapproving towards her. He knew that Lynx and his mum were closer then most mothers and daughters and he knew how hurt Lynx was that their mum didn't want them over for Christmas.

"Your sister is mad, Will," Dean said casually, he had also been watching the scene.

"I know," Will said, feeling an odd mixture of pride and embarrassment.

Pride because he loved that his sister wasn't afraid to show her feelings. If she was angry then she would let everyone know. He wished he was more like her, but every time he was mad or sad then his expression would turn into a fake smile and he would go on with the day as though nothing had happened.

He was also embarrassed because he knew that everyone thought that the Blue family was odd. Their father was on the run with no memory of who he was, their mother made pranking products for Zonko's and was oftan seen having so much energy that one would think that she was ten years younger then her actual age, and Will's sister was an outgoing person who an uncontrollable temper.

Will knew that alot of people knew that he was the nephew of the notorious Mass Murderer Sirius Black and he wondered how he would be looked at if all of the kids at Hogwarts knew that fact. Would they think that he was a murderer in the making? Or would they most likely make alot of jokes about it like Fred and George Weasley would?

Will bit his lip thinking about this, but decided that what would happen, would happen and he turned back to Dean and Seamus and joined the conversation easily.