The Amendment

Chapter Nine

"Amethyst. I hear you." A deep voice calls from within my dreams, the deep voice fading as I sit up. I shake my head in the bright of the room, my wings sprawled out beside me. I shake my head as the silky and deep voice drains from my head and I try to recognize the tone. I recall it was with me yesterday as I sit up and rub my eyes, my talons curved into my palms so I don't dig my eyes out with the sharp ends.

"What is going on?" I mumble angrily before swinging my legs off of my bed, and then sitting up as my wings flap once to get me standing. I walk around to my dresser and look in the mirror it holds to see my dark brown hair a rats nest but not knotted, and I run my hands through it a couple times. It doesn't do much but gets my hair going in one general direction, and I walk out from my room and look over the balcony. I climb over the railing and then step off, my wings spreading, and I fly smoothly over the couch and table into the doorway of the kitchen.

"Quite the entrance." Jerod's voice comes from the pantry, and I see him looking at me with a smile. I nod at him and say, "I'm feeling like a couch potato, or more accurately, a couch Slytherin."

"You consider yourself one of them now?" Jerod asks as I flinch slightly, but he can't see since he's in the pantry, grabbing items for the nest eggs he's making.

"Do you think I like them?" I ask as he turns around, his green eyes locking onto mine.

"Remember our secret?" Jerod asks as I stand up from my chair, remembering he never told me. I march over to him and say, "No, I don't recall you telling me our secret. Would you care to enlighten me?"

"Oh no, you have to tell me first." Jerod says as he puts his ingredients down on the counter, turning to face me. Though he's taller than me, I take up the challenge and say, "Do you really want me to force you to speak?"

"No." Jerod mumbles, then says with a smile, "But I won't tell you anyways."

"Back to your question," I growl with a smile, "I think they're magnificent creatures, but I don't make myself one because I like them. Their creature doesn't make them bad, it's their decisions."

"Ah, there's always a deeper meaning to your words, Amethyst." Jerod laughs before I shake my head and the sit on a bar stool, watching my brother cook.

"Is there anything you'd like to do today?" I question as Jerod cracks an egg over a bowl, the yellow yoke falling into the pan. It sizzles and then bubbles for a bit, settling for an almost-silent crackle in the gray pan.

"I'd like to get your car back, and then I would like to go out for a walk. What do you say?" Jerod questions as he sprinkles parsley over the egg and then come salt as well as pepper, and I feel my eyebrows scrunching up as I watch.

He starts moving his head back and forth in a funny manner, and then steps swiftly to the side, grabbing some raw bacon from a package. He pretty much prances over to the pan and then throws the bacon beside the eggs, and picks up the whole pan as he spins to face me.

His green eyes are filled with hilarity, and his blonde hair is stuck up in many different directions. He waves the pan around and then says, "Come on, give me at least a smile."

"For what? You're just dancing around like Mr. Fancy Pants." I laugh before he puts the pan back on the gas stove and comes waltzing over to me as I raise my eyebrows. He chuckles and then grabs my hands, pulling me off of the stool and into his arms. He dances around as I start to laugh, and when he starts humming way off tune as he moves, I guffaw ever harder, starting to cry.

"Stop, stop." I giggle before Jerod bursts out cackling wildly, and I start to cry all over again. I wipe my eyes as I breathe slower, trying to stop from making my abs hurt more.