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Post by Mackenzie Holden on May 30, 2005 20:28:22 GMT
Mack had been dreading this for - as long as she could remember. She was dreading the whole thing. The train ride home. Everything. It didn't help, either, how her sister would some how find a way to make her feel even worse than she was. Normally, Mack would tell her to shut the hell up and look at something else, but not today. Not today. Today wasn't the day. Not the day for anything, rather. Never a day when you were going to die, never. Never say never, Mack thought as the train continued to roll lazily over the tracks.
She sat in the compartment with her sister, staring out the window at the falling rain. Rain was pretty, when it wasn't such a horrid day. In her hands, she held a cell phone, waiting for it to reach out of Hogwarts Grounds so she could text her friends. So she wouldn't be totally alone on this weekend home. So far, they were still on the grounds, so she didn't dare turn her phone on - afraid that it would fry and she wouldn't be able to use it at all. She wouldn't like that. Mack looked down at her phone, waiting. Why was she just sitting there?
Mack looked over to her sister, who sat diagonally from her. Dix's copper brown hair was pulled into a ponytail and she was flipping through a magazine, popping her bubblegum - being quiet for once all trip. Mack sighed and read the cover of the magazine, Witch Weekly, it was something she wasn't expecting her sister to be reading. After all, Mack had heard Dix repeatedly say rather rude comments about that magazine - and for some reason it fascinated her how mind changing Dixie Holden could be.
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Post by Dixie Holden-Greene on May 30, 2005 20:39:28 GMT
Dixie,
We would like you home for this weekend. Bring Mackenzie. We have been needing to talk to her. Catch the next train out of Scotland and tell us when you get home.
Love,
Your Parents[/font]
The letter was self-explanatory and Dix hadn't wasted any time in getting on the train and making sure her sister was with her. In the beginning, Dix was enjoying herself by making Mack feel like she was worthless, but after awhile that grew old and she could tell that nothing she said was going to make Mack feel worse. Mack knew what she was in, and she knew that there was no way she could get out of that grave she dug for herself.
So now, as the train ran the tracks, Dix looked through a rather interesting article of Witch Weekly. Normally - Dix wouldn't even think about picking up that rather horrid magazine, but at the moment she was quite bored and needed something to read. Something to enjoy. Even if it meant reading something as horribly faulse as these articles. Witch Weekly was almost as horrible as the Quibbler.
Dix looked to her sister over the edge of her Magazine. Mack looked distraught, and Dix couldn't blame her, "Oh, chill already! It'll be fine. It's not like they are actually going to disown you. They are probably just going to send you to an alternate home." Dix chuckled evilly and went back to her magazine, pondering on what she had just said. It was more than likely true.
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Post by Mackenzie Holden on May 31, 2005 21:06:56 GMT
Mack looked up as Dix spoke to her. Her icey blue eyes pierced those chocolatey brown ones and Mack couldn't hold back any longer. Her blue eyes filled with tears, and she burried her head in her hands. Letting the tears flow from her eyes, and not being ashamed about it. She was only human, she couldn't handle the things that she was expected to handle. She was only human! Though, she knew some people who would disagree.
"Dix! That's it! They are sending me to an alternate home. They're sending me to live with Aunt Gine. To "teach me how to act like a real Slytherin. A real Pureblood. A real Holden.' You stupid twit!" Mack screamed at her sister, ready for the glass to break at any moment. Her blue eyes turned to a dark navy, her anger really flaring up now. Dix knew what she was in for, and if Mack didn't control herself, there would be someone dead in that compartment. And Mack was sure it wouldn't be a blonde.
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Post by Dixie Holden-Greene on May 31, 2005 21:59:40 GMT
Her surprise was easily masked. She hadn't really been expecting them to actually sent Mack away. No matter how horrid, the little whench was, Mack didn't deserve to be disowned. Or even sent away. Dix lowered her magazine and looked at her little sister. They looked nothing alike, Mack had golden blonde hair while Dix's was a copper brown. Her sister's crystal grey blue eyes were piercing, while Dix's were chocolatey brown and loving. Mack was a pale and fragile creature, while Dix was a tan and toned one. The only thing that kept them sisters was their last name and their parents.
"Well, that's a shame isn't it?" Dix told her sister in a steady tone. She couldn't let her sister see her breaking at the sight of tears forming from her baby sisters eyes. She couldn't let Mack know that, her only weakness was whether or not Mack was alright in the world. She couldn't let Mack know any of that. Ever.
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Post by Mackenzie Holden on Jun 3, 2005 21:25:15 GMT
"I didn't expect you to understand. You never understand, you would sooner die than try to understand me, Dixie. I hate you, and I hate mum, and I hate dad. I hate you all!" Mack screamed at her sister. The hatred was always in her eyes, but she never spoke the words. And frankly, Mack meant every word she said. She sat in her seat, completely unaware that she was percehd on the edge, grasping the vinyl. She stared at Dixie waiting for her reaction, waiting for the hugs or the sorries. She waited. And waited. She wanted to be held in her arms like she was her sister, and not some scum from the bottom of the earth and ocean and the bottom of hades. She wanted to be treated like family, to be smiled at and to have made her parents feel proud. She wanted what Dix had, and she knew she couldn't get it.
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Post by Dixie Holden-Greene on Jun 4, 2005 17:56:18 GMT
Dixie didn't know what to say, or how to feel. She didn't know what to do. Dix just stared at Mack, she just stared. Her eyes were telling all she needed to say, but she was sure Mack was getting the wrong impression. Dix didn't say anything, but she was hurting. What hurt the worst was Mack saying she hated her. And how Mack thought Dix didn't care about her. Dixie looked away, her fingers thumming on her seat, wondering what to do or say.
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