Just when you think things have settled down....---TBD

I was going to kill my sister, I am looking for my favourite top and yet. For some unknown reason I cannot find it to save the life of me. " CASSIE!? WHERE THE BLOODY HELL IS MY TOP!?" I shouted around the house. I am moving out finally into my own place. I felt like it should have been a while ago. With Bill being here again. I just felt like I needed to have my own space. I signed on with another place to live for a bit. Hoping one day soon Bill and I could get a place of our own. That of course was not on my mind too much as I was about to kill my fourteen year old sister. If I found her around here. " CASSIE!" I shouted throughout the house. I was sure I was going to get yelled at to quiet down. It was surprising when I did not.

I was startled when I heard my sister yelling my name. I was downstairs in our fathers study, reading a book, curled up on the loveseat. I quickly mark my page and get up. When I hear my name I start to run, thinking something had happened to her. I make it up the stairs to her room, without tripping which is a miracle for a Tonks, and whip open the door. "Are you alright? What happened? Are you hurt?"

I turned on her and she was wearing my shirt! " Cassie! I was going to wear that on my date!" I shouted aggravated at my sister. She should know that I was going on a date with Bill. " I wish you'd ask me when your going to borrow something!" I said exasperated. I shook my head, " Now, I have to find something else to wear...." I said as I walked over to my closet looking at my dresses and other options to what I could do.

I furrowed my brow in confusion. "This is your shirt? But mum gave this to me when I got home from school. But seriously? You call me up here in a panic over a shirt? You had me thinking that you had hurt yourself!" I was not too happy about this situation. "You could have just asked nicely!"

I stopped and turned to face her. " Why should I have to ask nicely for my own shirt!" Really, she thought I had to ask her to return my shirt. It was mine, I bought it and not her. She always takes my stuff, then plays the I'm innocent game. I let a breath, " You know what....fine...." I shook my head at her, mum and dad always deal with the i'm not guilty act but there is no way I am falling for it.

"I swear Mum gave it to me! But if it is such a big deal to you, here" I strip the shirt off, "take it." I was now standing just in my bra and shorts, an annoyed blush staining my neck and chest. I wrapped my arms around myself to try and keep my embarressment from coming forward. Now was not the time for me to be embarressed. Why does Dora always blame me when she loses things? I'm getting pretty tired of always being blamed for everything!