"Patil Residence"

[Parvati Patil]

The telephone rang and Parvati could hear it all the way upstairs in her room. She waited another minute and no one got it, so the rign sounded again. Sighing, she picked up the extension in her room and said,

"Patil Residence." Her voice sounded fake, but it often did when she answered the phone. She always expected it to be a salesperson or just a friend calling for Padma, but either way, her voice was the same. She listened to the voice on the other line ask for her twin sister and she sighed.

"I'm sorry, Padma is out. May I take a message?" She asked, hoping that they would say no and then hang up and leave Parvati to her art. But, no such luck.

"Yeah, I will make sure she recieves it. Thank you. Bye." Parvati hung up the blue phone and laid her head back against her bed's headboard. She sighed again and looked at her drawing. It was of Padma, smiling and happy. Oh, how she envied her sister! Padma was pretty, confident, smart, she was everything Parvati was not. Some people say that Parvati comes across as if she hates Padma, but she doesnt, she just...envied her. Who wouldnt? Padma had everything that Parvati didnt, and so much more. It just, seemed a little odd is all.

"Parvati! Do I have any messages?" Padma appeared in the doorway to Parvati's room, a smile on her face and a book in one hand. Parvati nodded and looked up from her drawing.

"Some girl named Jessalin, said that she couldn't go to the circus tonight, too much homework." She answered shortly, she then went back to her art and ignored Padma entirely. Padma sighed and looked at her sister, a hint of loss in her voice.

"Thanks." She said as she left her twin to her art. Padma entered her ownroom and wondered where their relationship had gone wrong.

[Parvati Patil]

Parvati awoke the next morning, eyes burning and a headache. Music had been playing from Padma's stereo all night long and Parvati had gotten minimum sleep. She sighed and rolled over, bringing the pillow with her and covering her head. It muffled some sounds, but not all. Again she sighed, this time angrily and tossed the pillow at the wall connecting her's and Padma's room. Instantly the music shut off and Padma slid open the door that connected the wall. Her sister was already dress and her black hair was up and glossy. Parvati groaned and covered her head with her blankets.

"Why did you toss a pillow at the wall?" Padma asked as she picked up the blue pillow and put it back on the bed. Parvati sat up and brushed back a piece of hair that had gotten in her way. Padma sat down on the end of Parvati's bed and looked at her sister with curiousity.

"Your music was too loud." Parvati said simply as she stood up and raised her arms above her head. She reached to the ceiling, felt the muscles tighten, smiled and then stepped back on the balls of her feet. She went over to her vanity, sat down pulled a brush through her long balck hair and braided it. Then she changed into black jeans, a white sweater, and some tennis shoes.

"It was only at 4 knotches." Padma defended herself. A smirk on her face. Parvati applied lip gloss to her lips and turned to her sister. She rolled her eyes, crossed her arms and said,

"I could still hear it." Now it was Padma's turn to roll her eyes. Parvati smiled and grabbed her shoulderbag before running down the stairs to the parlor. She wanted to get away from here, and she couldnt do that if Padma was hounding her.

[Parvati Patil]

Parvati strolled down the dreary streets of london, looking for a place to sit down and draw a peaceful picture. Nothing that would show hostility towards her sister. Her father said that she had something Padma did not, and that was indeed her art. Parvati was proud of her art, but her sister had so many more things to be proud of.

Parvati sighed as she neared an empty park, and sat down on a white bench. She opened up her messenger bag and withdrew her brand new sketchbook and a pencil. Her friends perferred to draw with magic, she liked drawing the Muggle way. It made her drawings seem so much more realistic. The only other person she knew who drew with pencil was Jordan Cortes. She wasn't exactly friends with the Hufflepuff Third Year, but they were aquainted. They often talked to each other in the hall about peices of art they had drawn that day during potions.

Her pencil touched the paper and she drew it across lightly, bringing the lead down hard upon the paper. Parvati bit her bottom lip as she erased a mistake and tried again. She didn't know what she was drawing just yet, but when she did she wouldn't fail to make it spectacular.

"Parvati?" Parvati tilted her head to see Padma standing beside her, looking over her shoulder. She sighed and went back to her drawing. She really didn't want to have to put up with Miss Perfect today. Padma sat down, uninvitingly, and continued to watch Parvati draw.

"That's really good..." Padma said, her breath catching in her throat as the limbs of a dragon were soon connected to the torso. Parvati looked at the drawing and shrugged it wasn't her best work. Padma sighed once more and then grabbed Parvati's sketching hand. Parvati looked at her sister and raised an eyebrow in her direction.

"Parvati, what happened to us? Remember, in third year when we would always be together? Remember, when we were best friends?" She asked, tears beginning to well in her eyes. Parvati jerked her hand away and looked back at her drawing, ready to continue. But she didn't, instead she clasped her hands together and looked down at them.

"I don't know, Padma. Fourth Year happened and everything unraveled." Parvati replied in a voice that was so unlike her own, she even surprised herself. She could feel Padma cry, and it made her cry. Parvati looked at her sister, tears were staining her face. Parvati sniffed.

"I don't want it to be like this, Parvati. I don't want us to hate each other." Padma whispered. Her brown eyes were glistening with unfallen tears and her bottom lip was quivering. Parvati nodded and looked down, ashamed of the feelings that had been overpowering her mind lately.

"Neither do I." Parvati responded as she looked up at her sister. She then, unexpectadly, threw her arms around her sister's neck and hugged her with all her might. She cried slightly into her hair and didn't even care that her art had fallen into the mud.

[Parvati Patil]

Parvati awoke the next morning, and for once she had a smile on her face. Her eyes were sparkling with hope for the day and her mind was clear of all hatred thoughts toward her sister. They had made a deal to go to the mall today, together, just the two of them.

Parvati pushed aside her comforter and swung her legs over the bed. It was chillier outside the warmth of the cotton, but Parvati brushed that aside and hummed to herself as she began to get dressed. When she finished, she bounded down the steps and smiled as she Padma was already to go. But her smile faded as she realized someone else was there.

Padma turned to see Parvati, her smile slowly fading also. She bit her lip and looked from one girl to the other. How could she be so stupid and forget her and her own sisters date? But then again, her friend wanted to go out. Hopefully, Parvati would understand.

"Uh, Parvati. I'm gonna go out with Kara tonight. Maybe we can go to the mall tomorrow?" She asked, as she reached for her coat and put her right arm in the sleeve. Parvati rolled her eyes and bounded up the steps. Padma sighed and went up after her, hearing the room door slam shut. Padma threw open the door and leaned against the frame as she watched her sister, take out her sketchbook and start to draw vigously.

"Parvat-" Padma began. Parvati looked up, her eyes were bloodshot. She threw her pencil at her sister. She then stood up and grabbed the door handle. And was about to slam the door in her sisters face, but stopped only to speak, three words.

"I hate you." She then closed the door swiftly, she then locked it and leaned against it. Steady tears streaming down her face. Parvati thought that it was going to be like old times. But, she shouldn't kidd herself. It was never going to be like old times.

[Parvati Patil]

"Mum! You have to do something! She spends all her time locked in her room, sketching! I can't take it anymore! I want Parvati back!"

"Padma, if you want her back so badly, then you talk to her. This is between you and her." That's what was said everyday. The walls were so thin that Parvati could hear every single word being said about her and Padma's relationship. After their mother said that, Padma would sigh and then stomp outside and not come back until much later. Parvati didn't mind. she didn't care if she didn't see her twin ever again. Parvati disliked being a twin, how Padma didn't care bewildered her to no end.

Parvati was home alone for the majority of the week, and when she wasn't all she wanted to do was be alone. But Padma wouldn't let that happen. As often as possible Padma would try and talk to her, try and reconcile their relationship, but there was no way Parvati was going to give in that easily. So, eventually, Padma would retrerat and leave the house once more to hang out with her friends. More then once had the phone rang for her beloved sister, and more than once had Parvati lied in saying she was home but didn't want to talk to the likes of the person that was calling.

So, as the phone rang for tenth time on a Monday, Parvati prepared herself to give the she's not here speech. Her hand glided to the phone and she picked it up off the reciever.

"Patil Residence," Her voice, itself was fake. As it always was when she answered the phone. She waited a second for someone to answer, no sound came. Just heavy breathing. She sat up straight on her bed and looked out the window. Wondering if it was some sort of prank.

"Hello?" She asked, her actual voice there. The breathing became ragged and it was scaring Parvati to no end. She was about to hanf up but, the person spoke.

"Is Padma there?" They asked. Parvati couldn't make out if it was a boy or a girl. It was too hard to tell. But if they were asking for Padma it was most likely a girl.

"No she isn't may I take a message?" Parvati answered, her breath coming out in little spurts. This was scaring her. She didn't know what to do, and as she waited for the person's answer her teeth began to chatter, and she got rather chilly.

"Yea, tell her...tell her I'm going to kill myself. And it's all because, of her." Then they hung up. Parvati dropped the phone, and sat, frozen for a good 10 minutes. The front door opened and Parvati jumped up, grabbed her jacket and raced down stairs. Padma stood in the entryhall taking off her jacket, when she saw Parvati running towards her a smile spread across her face.

"Parvat-!" She couldn't finish her sentence. Parvati grabbed her arm and pulled her outside again, it was chilly for a summer night. But then again, summer was almost over.

"Parvati? What is this about?" Padma asked, as her feet pounded on the pavement. Parvati stopped and turned to her sister, shaking. She explained about the phone call, and with each word Parvati said, Padma grew paler.

"Do you know who it could be?" Parvati asked, out of breath from retelling the story. Padma nodded and continued to run. Parvati sighed and chased after her. This was far from perfect.

[Parvati Patil]

"I met her three weeks ago! Her name is Arama Vazire..sh-"Padma began as she rounded a corner. Parvati skidded to a stop and looked at her sister.

"As in Nahah Vazire's sister? Twin sister?" She asked with an upraised eyebrow. Nahah and Parvati were good friends, they both felt the same way towards their twin sister's and they both loved art, just different forms of it.

"Yes. I gave Arama some bad advice on how to get her and Nahah's relationship back to perfect." Padma sighed, as she grabbed her sister's hand and pulled her in the direction of Friar Street.

"You did what?!" Parvati exclaimed in shock. How could Padma give advice when the same thing was happening to them at that moment? Padma had no authority to give advice about relationships.

"I know...what right do I have? I wasn't thinking." Padma agreed as they neared the Vazire house. Parvati stepped up onto the steps and knocked on the wooden door. Mr. Vazire opened it with a smile. He didn't know.

"Mr.Vazire, is Arama home?" Padma asked, leaning over, putting her hands on her knees and taking long deep breathes. Mr.Vazire shook his head, still smiling. Parvati sighed and hit her hand on the wall.

"Do...you know where she is?" Parvati was getting agitated and agrivated. Arama's life was in danger and her father didn't even know where she was!

"Out with Nahah, would you like me to tell her you came?" He asked. Padma shook her head and they both ran off to find Nahah. Where could they be?