'Densaugeo.' Cupid said, making the first move with a flick of his wand. A whitish spark sent flying across room towards Becca, who managed to dodge his signature spell. Cupid wasn't sure why he loved the spell so much, he simply did - possibly because it was his best. He'd perfected the hex to an extent that even Rebecca had trouble stopping the effects - the last time she'd been stung by Cupid's signature spell she'd been in hospital for half an hour whilst the healer fixed the size of her teeth.
'Trying that again are we?' She called, 'too bad you're aim is poor.' Ten minutes it had been before Becca's over-competitive streak had erupted to the surface. 'Petrificus Totalus!' The Ravenclaw cried, furiously swirling her wand in a circle before flicking it sharply towards Cupid.
'Protego!' He yelled, deflecting her spell of which Becca dodged. For a moment the two simply tried to maintain their aim whilst they moved side to side in an attempt to be free from the firing ling of the next curse, which was sent by Becca and narrowly missed Cupid. 'And you said I had bad aim?' He heckled knowing full well it would wind her up. Oh well, that's what siblings were there for: banter.
Becca wasn't impressed and fired an angry jelly-legs jinx, which again Cupid dodged by hiding behind a stone slab. SMASH. The vase resting on top smashed spraying fragments of bone-china across the floor. Cupid's grin was wiped from his face as a shard slit the back of his hand, thankfully it didn't draw blood. Cupid couldn't stomach blood.
'I was thinking about joining Potter's Army.' He told his sister conversationally after sending a disarming charm his sisters way.
'What?' Her wand flew from her hand. Cupid had won.
'Yes!' The Slytherin cried excitedly, although Rebecca didn't seem to care like she usually did. She simply picked up her wand, repaired the vase and walked towards Cupid.
'Are you being serious? You're joining PA?' Becca had friends of hers who were part of the student society. She wasn't entirely against it, she merely preferred to remain neutral. Not that she was neutral, given the option she'd out herself as a rebel to the Ministry - to the displeasure of her Mother, but Potter's Army? One thing that nobody knew about Becca was a growing likening to the dark arts. She never practiced them, out of fear mainly, but the more she studied them in her defense against the dark arts classes the more she was beginning admire them. The dark arts really was a creative, ever changing, intelligent piece of work. However, the dark arts is what Potter's Army and her friends repressed.
'May I ask why?' She stated, folding her arms and staring into her younger brother's eyes.
'Well, it seems kind of fun. Adventurous, just think about what happened at the shrieking shack last year. That could have been me and-'
Here we go. Rebecca thought with a roll of her eyes as she listened to Cupid's idea about how joining the PA would be a step closer to fulfilling his life ambitions. Fame. Boldness. Greatness. That's the only thought that ever went through that skull of his. No consideration for academia, Lord knows he was probably about to miss the deadline for four pieces of homework for no good reason and Potters Army wasn't going to help him pass his exams.
'Rob. You do know you have your OWL's this year?
'Yes, but-'
'And you barely do your work as it is?'
'Yes, but-'
'And you do realise if you join the PA you'll have barely any time to-'
'Oh my God, I'm not going to fail my OWL's if that's what you're worried about!' Cupid interrupted at last, his tone full of annoyance that his sister seemed to be completely disregarding his goals in life. She was academically driven, he wasn't, it didn't mean his goals weren't are worthwhile.
'I want to be famous! I want people to tell their children about them, tell them about my adventures, tell them how great I am. I want to be famous not a bloody bookworm!'
Becca raised her eyebrows, looked down and took a deep sigh. 'Rob.' She gasped, shaking her head. 'Just, think about it or at least wait until after Christmas. Or do something productive and try and improve on your singing. I know you love it, I hear you everyday in the shower during the holidays. You could be famous for being a singer, wouldn't that be better? Plus your studies wouldn't be affected because you wouldn't be bed-bound after getting into god knows what like Maura and the rest of them.'
Rebecca had no objections her friends being part of Potter's Army, but this was different. Cupid was her family and if she lost him she didn't know what she would do. Studying would help her through it but she certainly wouldn't be on form in Quidditch games, no doubt she'd venture further into her interest in the dark arts - something she simply couldn't get involved in having such an addictive personality.'
'Fine.' Cupid replied as he walked over to one of the chairs and sat down. 'I need a rest.' He added sulkily , raising a bottle of water to his lips and drinking the liquid inside. How refreshing.