If you were waiting for your opportune moment, that was it -- Sixth Year -- January (Break)

I smacked Ryan.  "Stop badgering him," Isaid to my younger brother.  I took a deep breath.  "Look, clearly it isn't anything bad.  He'd be acting a lot differently if it was.  Right, Stan?"

"Thanks, dona," I said, knowing they boht knew how my visions worked.  "It's not bad.  I just don't want to talk about it.  You don't know every vision that I get."

I raised my eyebrows.  "What?  You don't tell at least me about every vision you have?" I asked, being a bit taken aback by that bit of news.  I was not okay with that.

"Probably not, Ryan," I said to him, shaking my head.  "Especially when you're so blooyd overbearing about them."

I rubbed my temples.  "You two are giving me a headache," I said to them, standing up.  "Look, no I don't tell you every single vision.  they've been getting worse and worse the older we get -- and I mean more often and the things that I see... or feel.  And I'm not about to go on and on abotu everything.  Especially when there's nothign I can do about half the shite I See."

I had seen Muggle attacks and there was nothing I could do to help them... all because I had no idea who they were or how to locate them.  But then the next ocuple of days, someone would mention it in the Prophet or if I overheard one of the Muggle-born students mention it.  Dad talked about attacks, too, since he was in the Aurors office.  I sighed.  I could hear teh shock that was surely written all over my siblings' faces.  "Sorry," I said to them, running a hand over my short hair.  I hated not being able to see their faces.  Were they angry?  Were they scared?  Upset?  I had no idea and i hated having to wait.

That instantly sobered me.  I sat there, stunned.  "Stan... all you needed to say... you know I'm always here to talk... I mean, you know," I said to him, at a loss of what to say exactly.  Constantine was always the one who put things together and made sense of htings fo rme... even though I acted like a big brother to him, I always forgot that he was so much stronger than I was with everything he had to put up with.

It never took much to make Ryan speechless if you were Constantine breaking down -- and this was definitely my middle brother breaking down.  I bit my lip; ryan seemed to be saying it all.  I knew they needed a moment together, so I kept my mouth shut.  I knew Stan had to know that I was dying to say something...

I could feel their hurt and disappointment without ryan's words.  I took a deep breath.  "I'm sorry... but it's fine.  I just wanted to get a poitn across and I didnt' do it in the best of ways," I admitted to them.  "It's just dark out there and we need to try to find a way to come to terms about stuff... and nit doesn't always happen as I hope it would."

I took a deep breath.  "Stan, it's okay," I said to him.  "You don't need to apologize.  We're being insensitive."  That was a lot coming from me; I hardly admitted being wrong or something like that.

"Alright, boys," I said to them gently.  "Let's just realize in the future that things aren't always what they seem -- even with us."  I figured that was a good way to put it.

I chuckled slightly at Sedona's remark.  "Alright," I said.  "It's not a huge deal, either.  It's just that it takes a lot out of me sometimes."

I raised my eyebrows and looked at Dona. "Obviously," I said, whistling slightly and leaning back against the couch.  "We'll try to be more understanding, mate."

"Of course," I assured Stan.  "Just... try to be more open wtih us, too, though, okay?"  I wanted my middle brother to know that we would always be there to listen no matter what.

I nodded.  "Alright," I said to them, even though I was not going to bother them with every single thing that I Saw.  It might end up getting annoying to them if I did.  I would ony share the big ones.