The Malfoy Twins (Harry Potter ff)

Chapter 2-Lucy

Chapter 2 – Lucy

“Honestly Lucius! I thought you had more sense than that! I understand your anger and hatred towards those nasty blood traitors – I feel the same way, they embarrass us wizards – HOWEVER, that does not mean you can go and pick a fight with them whenever you want to!” Mother shrieks at Father as soon as we land in our fireplace at home. “You were acting like a child! You want to have an argument, fine! Just save it for the Ministry! And don’t start throwing books at each other like little kids!”

I’m watching this with amusement. It’s not every day one gets to see Father being told off. He’s always the powerful one, and no one dares disagree with him. Well, no one except his wife.

Lexie comes over and sits next to me on the couch, holding a bag of popcorn. She holds it out to me. “You want some? I brought it to watch the show.” She says, smirking.

“Of course.” I say, digging my hand into the bag. It’s a bit awkward talking to her. We’re so detached from each other. I’m closer to Draco than I am to her. Actually, I think we give Draco a headache, since we both want for his attention.

I look back at the little “argument” going on. It’s actually just Mother yelling at Father.

“But –” Father starts to say.

“No buts! What about upholding the family honor?! What are people going to think of the Malfoy family when you can’t control your anger enough to not fight! And in a bookshop! How embarrassing! I can’t see Draco doing something like that!”

I smirk. I can see him doing something like that. I doubt Draco has ever not turned an argument into a violent fight, especially after I saw Vincent Crabbe and Gregory Goyle. They’re two of his friends who visited for a few days, and they are completely stupid. However, their size makes up for it. I doubt I could fit both my hands around one of their wrists.

Mother finally calms down and sits on the couch across from us. “Sorry, I get overworked sometimes. I understand. They’re muggle lovers anyways.”

“Filthy blood traitors!” Father snaps. “They deserve a good beating!”

“Do they?” Lexie speaks up.

Both their heads whip around to face us. “How long have you been there?” Mother asks.

“The whole time.” I say. Mother is about to reprimand us for listening but Father cuts her off.

“What did you say?” He asks Lexie, his eyes narrowing.

“I said, “do they?’ Do they really deserve that, just for viewing muggles and muggle – borns differently than you?” Lexie stands up, looking Father in the eye. I inwardly gasp. Yes, I do hate the way wizards think they are better just because they happen to be “pure – blood,” but that doesn’t mean I’m going to actively go against them and against Father in particular.

“Lexie, I don’t know who put those crazy ideas in your head, but get rid of them immediately. You don’t know what you are saying!”

“I know exactly what I am saying, and I mean every word!” Lexie replies, unwavering. Wow. I wish I could be like her, have her confidence. “Muggles are people, just like us. The only difference is that we have magic!”

Mother goes pale in the face. “Surely you can’t be serious?!”

“Lexie, how dare you say they are like us! Their blood is considerably more sluggish, and they are not as intellectually capable as us purebloods!” Father’s voice is rising considerably.

Lexie lets out a laugh, yet it is without humor. “That must be a joke! ‘Not as intellectually capable’ are they? I beg to differ. They are just as smart as us, maybe even more! They have made so many discoveries, and they have even invented so many amazing things! They have made those flying machines in the sky, so they could travel far distances. Cars, to get from one place to another without walking. And even the trains are muggle inventions. Without that, how would we get to Hogwarts!”