Sirius Black's Twin

Flouncing

"Mum, I can't stand them!" Lynx Blue screamed, stomping down the stairs of the Burrow.

"You're just going to have to get used to that," Lyra said tiredly, eating chocolate pudding in the kitchen.

Lynx looked furious. "No! I need them to leave - and I know you want them to leave too, so dont try to act like that with me! They hog up the bathroom, they make fun of how I dress, they try to braid my hair every time before bed, and just watching them with their boyfriends is embarrassing!"

"Your brother is very private with his relationship with Estelle," Lyra said sternly. "Don't speak bad of her, she is a very sweet girl."

"Oh, yes, the suger queen is just brilliant," Lynx said viciously.

"Suger Queen?" a musical voice said from the kitchen doorway.

Both Lyra and Lynx turned to see a beautiful girl floating into the kitchen with a mug of hot cofee.

"Well," Estelle drawled. "I suppose I like zat one better then ze nickname zat Weasley girl gave Fluer. Plegm," Estelle snorted prettily. "'Ow insulting."

Lynx glared. "Finally out of the bathroom, Deeprose?"

"Yes," Estelle said cooly.

If you were just glancing at the two, you would think they were sisters with their dark hair and high cheekbones, but if you looked more closely then you would see that Estelle's skin was more white and creamy, while Lynx's had a bit of color in it; Estelle's lips were red and plump, Lynx's were deep pink and soft. Both girls were beautiful, but Estelle looked more like a fairy tale princess as Lynx's beauty was real and natural.

"Now you can go in, brush your 'air, and actually look preesentable for once," Estelle went on.

Lynx's hands flew up to her lushious black hair, her brown eyes glinting with fury. "My hair is fine!"

"Yes, it is," Estelle said, reaching up and touching Lynx's hair. Lynx jerked away. "For a leetle boy."

Lynx opened her mouth to retort but Lyra stood up. "Enough, you two. You're both acting like idiots. Lynx, go to the bathroom before Ple - I mean, Fluer does. Estelle, please refrain from insulting my daughter."

"Yes Ma'am," Estelle had the grace to look sheepish.

"Fine," Lynx sniffed, and raced up the stairs, her black hair whipping behind her.

Estelle looked away from the stairs and avoided eye contact with Lyra. They had never been alone together.

"So how is it with you and Will?" Lyra asked, partly to end the awkward silence and partly because she really wanted to know.

"Oh, 'e is lovely, Madame Blue," Estelle gushed. "'E is ze most wonderful boy I 'ave ever seen!"

Lyra couldn't help but smile, looking a bit smug. "Of course he is, I raised him, of course."

"And 'e always defends me from. . . 'er," Estelle flipped her hair over her shoulder. They both knew who she was talking about. "And 'e was the only boy ever 'o deedn't stare at me. . ."

Lyra smiled. "I raised my boy with manners."

"Per'aps you should 'ave raised 'im not to snore," said a throaty voice in the corner.

Both the girls jumped and turned to see a magnifacent figure sitting on the counter, her face practically glowing as the fire from the stove erupted under a pot of tea. Her hair was white blonde and her eyes were a  twinkling blue, her skin wasn't milky white like Estelle's, but pure white, almost hard to look at but still as beautiful as you can imagine.

""E does not snore!" Estelle said, furious.

Lyra had seen these two fight before, but she had expected it. Just like she knew that they would fight with her daughter. Three unatturally beautiful girls in one house is intimidating and would raise tension - they all despised eachother.

"Please," Fluer snorted. "I 'eard 'im through ze wall!"

"You don't even sleep in ze room next to 'im!" Estelle snapped. "I zink you are just jealous of me and 'im."

Fluer spluttered. "jealous? Of you? Rediculous! You two are not as good togezer as you may zink."

Estelle was pale with fury. "You are a. . . a. . . " Estelle glanced at Lyra, who she knew was so against swearing that Lyra would most likely flip out. "You are a trollop!"

And with that, Estelle flounced out of the room, her face flushed.

Fluer snorted prettily. "What a silly leetle girl, don't you zink?"

"I zink," Lyra said mockingly. "That she is lovely."

Fluer glared.

"And I think you two should stop with this petty little rivalry you've got going on," Lyra added, more nicely. "Honestly, Fluer, you are a grown woman, you shouldn't feel intimidated by her."

Fluer looked indignant. "You zink I am intimidated by zat brat? If you do, then you are just as rediculous as 'er!"

And she flounced out of the room.

"That is too much arguing," Nick said, coming up from behind her. "You must be tired."

"Yes," Lyra sniffed, grinning a bit. "And I think I should get some more sleep."

And she with that, she flounced out of the room. Nick, shrugging, flounced out behind her.