GIULIANA POV
Oh that’s right! I forgot to introduce myself. My name is Giuliana Snape. I live in Cokeworth, England with my sister and dad. We love Spinners End….sort of. It can be quite gloomy sometimes but that’s alright me and Sarah always find a way to make each other smile. We love pranking our dad with changing our appearance and pretending to be other people. We recently have gotten the hang of changing our height and facial features, as well as our hair color. It really is so fun!
Sometimes I don’t understand how our dad handles us, but we both know it’s because he loves us too much to be mad.
Anyways, today is important.
I woke up around 5:30 in the morning, and rushed to my sister’s room to shake her awake. You see, me and Sarah are twins, but when we were born we found out we only partially look like each other. She looks more like our dad and I look like our mom, at-least that’s what dad always says.
Sarah has dark hair that’s always cut short, and she has green kind eyes. I don’t know where she got those.
I have long, curly, ginger hair that goes past my waist. I’ve never cut it once. Even when we were kids. And I have my dad’s dark grey eyes.
Then we found out we were Metamorphagi. When we were around six years old, we found out we could change our appearances and we’ve used it ever since to make us look more like each other and trick our dad. Then other times make us look more different so people can tell us apart.
I shook Sarah once to gauge just how asleep she was, and when she didn’t even budge, I rushed down stairs to start on breakfast for everyone. Just as I was in the middle of making some eggs, I heard footsteps coming down our stairs.
“Giuliana, I’ll take over.” said my dad with a tired sigh.
”Are you sure?” I asked.
”Very sure-” he replied, sneaking between me and the pan.
I simply shrugged and headed to sit on the stools in the kitchen. I grabbed my small stack of books from the desk and opened up a few of them to read through. I took my notebook into my lap and grabbed my quill so that I could jot down anything I found interesting or just something new.
As I was scribbling down some data about spells we’d learn years from now, Sarah walked down the steps slowly. Her hair was a mess and she still wore her pajamas, but that wasn’t anything out of the usual. What was out of the usual was the fact that she wasn’t going straight for the pan in the kitchen to take it from our dad who’s cooking is only slightly better than mine.
Sarah was the baker and the cook, at this point, this was her kitchen. She knew where everything was and how to make anything in seconds.
“Morning,” I said cheerfully with a smile, “Sleep well?”
“Like my rock collection.” she said before smelling the air and the now burning eggs. “Dad! You’re burning them-”
She rushed the help him and sat there for a few moments explaining the stove to him for the millionth time, as if he hadn’t done this his whole life.
I sat there laughing before grabbing my sketch book from the stack of novels. I drew the scene, Sarah running around trying to turn down the fire, my dad trying his best to keep her away from it, and the eggs on the pan now going up in flames.
They had finished getting the fire out and already sat down with me at the table by the time I finished it. I shut my sketch book and slid it under my stack of books as my Dad sat beside me with a tired expression.
Sarah had grabbed three bowls instead, to pour us some cereal. I was grateful that we didn’t have to torture ourselves with our dad’s crunchy eggs again. They were his specialty for sure.
Dad grabbed his wand and used it to fix up the kitchen. “Reparo,” he muttered for the hundredth time that year.
and then Add to home screen.