vegas lights ⇔ r.w [on hold]

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   WHEN ANYA AND STEFANI BUE'S PARENTS PASSED, they both had known it was not an accident. Stefani, who was 7 at the time, was intelligent for her age; she had always been like that. Quiet, reserved, introverted.

   Anya, on the other hand, was the optimistic glue that held the family of four together. A true ambivert. She was kind, open, and filled to the brim with happiness she eagerly gave out to others. That was until her tenth birthday.

   She had been celebrating at her cousin's house. Said cousin, Tiffany Bues (as the two had been related by her father's side) had turned 18 four months prior to the previously exciting event. Her parents had passed due to dragon pox when she was four, leaving Mr.  and Mrs. Bues to take her in.

   The aura of the day wasn't right. She was too excited to notice the dark bags under her parent's eyes, or the gray roots growing into both of their hair.

   When Tiffany had gotten the call that day, she waited until after the celebration to tell the sisters. Stefani was quieter than usual, and Anya had turned a deathly pale. The girls were to stay in Tiffany's custody.

  Since that day, she hadn't spoke—at least, until she got her Hogwarts letter and went to Ollivander's. That, is where she learned that magic had run through the family—all except for Tiffany, who ended up being a squib—and that she came from a long line of Hufflepuffs.

  That is where Anya met him. The boy that would be her best friend for a lifetime: Vincent Cuzco.

Anya was silent as he chatted her ear off, but they grew close quickly. The two became Ravenclaws, contrary to the rest of the Bues family AND the Cuzco family, and thus, they were inseparable.

Jumping to third year, it was finally time for Stefani to be sorted; like her sister, she too was a Ravenclaw.