[Hey, is that...] Star Gazing [Gemini?]

[kari]

Once in a great while, you begin to think of things that you’ve never bothered to think of before. Confusing? It should be. Take Evelyn Potter, for example. She should have a happy life, right? Being the daughter of Harry Potter; having a lovely twin brother to be her only friend when times were down. Sure, others followed Evvy, but they weren’t real friends. Lucky to be sorted in Slytherin, Evvy always told Elly. Although her parents were the protagonists of this wild world, she thought otherwise. Her heart was devoted to the dark lord, and she knew her parents hated her for it.

Elly was a different story. Did he want to be in Slytherin? Or was he like their distant cousin, Regulus Black? Nobody knew. Not even his twin.

Evelyn was sweet up until the point where she heard the full story of Voldemort. There was nothing wrong with what he wanted, right? Voldemort wasn’t going to do anything horrible if he just kept control of the ministry. In other words, Evvy found her parents ridiculous. She knew that when she and her twin had been sorted into Slytherin, that this left their parents, who had both been Gryffindors, shocked and confused. How could they have been so surprised? They were cousins to the Malfoys, after all. Since then, there had been several incidents between Evvy, Ginny, and Harry that weren’t ‘accidental’, but were claimed to be.

The Potter girl clenched the side of the tower, her narrow eyes corresponding with the sneer on her face. Her face twisted into a scowl, and her hazel eyes beamed with hatred. Her father and mother didn’t want her; who did? Nobody. Several people feared her because she was somewhat exceedingly gifted with a wand. How ridiculous. Evvy, herself, knew that there were plenty of people in Slytherin who could’ve killed her if they tried. All in all, she was one seriously screwed up little witch.

Gazing up at the stars, her penetrating glare shifted into a relaxed gape. “Oh, Hell. This. Is. Bloody. Boring.” Tucking a loose strand of brunette hair behind her ear, the Slytherin girl sighed. Whatever. She’d rather be a Slytherin than a Gryffindor, any day.

[Elliot Potter]

Elliot Potter has always had his secrets. Like anyone else, he keeps things away from others, hiding the truth that reside within the lies. Like, how he tells people he's perfectly strait, and often jokes about how he is 'dating Nikki Bones'. The other boys in Slytherin gasp in awe as he tells them this, but really, he's totally with Charles Ashwood. Another lie is to his parents; unlike his sister, Evvy, he keeps his feeling on Voldemort inside of him, fearing what displeasure Harry would send upon him. Yes, Elliot and Harry have always had this sort of... Disliking to each other? Harry was so Gryffindor, and bold and proud. And when Elliot was sorted into Slytherin, trouble arose between the two. I mean, yeah, Evvy was sorted into Slytherin too, but it was sort of obvious that would happen. No, everyone thought Elliot as this kind little Hufflepuff. Still today people mistook him for one. But nope, Elliot was most defiantly a Slytherin. Apso-freaking-lootly one. Mainly, because of his secrets.

The sound of footsteps were sounding their way up the stairwell to the Astronomy Tower. His feet were small, 'cute' as someone had once described so very kindly, and they were just strong enough to hold up the 106 lbs. male. His eyes were of emerald green, staring widely around threw the shadow of night, and hair a light brown. His freckles distantly resembled that of Ginny Weasley, along with his soft jaw, and smile. Really, the only part of him alike his fathers was how he styled his hair so messily today, and his huge green eyes.

The bisexual Elliot Potter made his way to the tower, where he saw a girl that resembled himself, a smile now playing his lips. Dearest twin Evvy. The Potter boy almost-skipped toward her, then beside her, and stood.
"The sky is so v-very pretty tonight..."

[kari]

Footsteps. And then? "The sky is so v-very pretty tonight..."

Evvy jumped at the sound of her brother, nearly ramming into the wall. She wanted to slap him. How dare he sneak up on her like that! Tediously, the panic-stricken expression left her face, and the moonlight cast an unfriendly glare upon it. She wouldn’t hit her brother, but bloody hell, she would sure yell. Evvy blinked, recalling the way he had spoke to her. She sighed.

“Elly, are you really me brother?” She paused, crossing her arms and sighing once more. “And if so, are you really a Slytherin? I would expect you to be in Hufflepuff.” She winked, snorted a bit of laughter, then relaxed. Evvy was kidding of course. She knew that, Elly knew that; they were twins, and shared a special connection. “-And for heaven’s sake!” She started up again, her tone irate, “Try to warn me next time you plan to stand next to me!” Her face was a sneer, but beneath that, a wave of contentment was growing inside just because Elly was there.

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