I feel the adrenaline moving through my veins (Sy)

[Isabella Gaunt]

Isabella had been bored out of her mind she had been in her room all day re-arranging everything. She was just in that type of mood today. She had no idea why either. Emerald and Silver the house elves about had it with Isabella and her changing things. She needed to keep it like she had it. Isabella’s room was a complete mess she had all of her things thrown everywhere. “This isn’t working.” She said and threw something up against a wall. It had been a picture that her and Matthew had taken. She had to hide some of her burn marks that were left on her side and the upper part of her arm that she had gotten from Matthew. She hadn’t told her brother at all. Isabella had been rather furious with everything going on lately but, tried not to let it get to her. The last time she had been like this when things were going bad between her and Adonis.

Maybe being at home wasn’t a bad idea at all? She thought to herself just sitting there. She had gotten a piece of glass accidently in her hand and pulled it out. Isabella sat back leaning against her bed looking at the glass and her reflection in it. Emerald came rushing in cleaning up the glass that had come from the mirror that Isabella just had broken. She was glad it had broken. She grabbed the pictured out of the picture frame as Emerald was cleaning up the glass and she ripped up the picture of the two and just lit it on fire and watched it burn and disappear from her hands. Emerald looked back at Isabella and wondering what was wrong with her and she looked like she had been losing her mind. Isabella sneered at Emerald and was not acting like herself.

Emerald had finished cleaning up stairs in Isabella's room. Emerald had been a house elf to the Gaunts forever, ever since Isabella and Sylvester had been little. They were basically there nannies when they were younger while their parents had never been around and always at work. Emerald went to go look for Sylvester to go tell him that he had to go talk to his sister and see what was up with her. Emerald was a little scared to talk to Isabella at that moment. I mean who would right? No one seemed to want to talk to her to begin with.

Isabella watched as she had left and looked at the blood that was coming out of her hand. She finally decided to grab her wand that was on her dresser and started to heal it. Then she had heard footsteps coming towards her room that hadn’t been elf’s footsteps because those were really quite. It had to have been her brothers obviously because, there was no one else here. She waited for him to appear in her room since she knew he had been coming. Isabella looked completely different too she wasn't herself anymore even her looks had changed she had dark hair, still blue eyes, and a little bit skinnier than she had been.

[Sylvester Salazar Gaunt]

It was nice to be home.

Sylvester looked around his room, which was surprisingly neat and dust-free for a place that hadn't been occupied in almost a year. But that was why Silver and Emerald were around. The two elves gladly served the Gaunts in any way they could. Silver was currently off making dinner for Sylvester and Isabella while Emerald, Sy believed, was helping the younger of the two Gaunts in her room.

Sy was worried about his sister. She had been so off lately, and she was crazy if she thought he didn't know about the scars and burns on her arms. With his Legilimency, as well as his faithful elves telling him anything and everything they could, he had learned about the burns, but had never mentioned them to Bella. He wanted her to tell him herself. Hearing a crash from down the hall, Sylvester looked at the door to his room and sighed slightly. What had she gone and broken now? His question was answered almost immediately by Emerald appearing in his doorway. "Mistress Isabella has broken a picture frame, Master," she said, bowing slightly.

Sylvester sighed and ran a hand through his hair. "Thanks, Emerald. Why don't you go join Silver and help him finish dinner?" The elf bowed again and exited his room, heading down to the kitchens. Shoving his hands in his pockets, Sylvester walked down the hallway to Bella's room. He knocked on her open door and leaned against the door frame, arms crossed, and looked her over. She had changed so much in the last little while. He had noticed several changes when he came back from Germany, and even just since his homecoming, she had dyed her hair and lost even more weight.

"Emerald told me you broke something?" he asked after a second, his voice surprisingly calm and compassionate for someone with his background and history. Many say Sylvester was heartless. Those people would be almost entirely correct. However, it was the existence of the now brunette girl that stood in front of the Gaunt boy that gave him a heart. He cared more for his sister more than even the most compassionate people in the world were probably capable of.

[Isabella Gaunt]

Isabella had jumped a little as she had heard Sy in the door way after she had been done finishing healing her hand. She had dropped her wand in front of her and looked at him. Isabella smiled slightly at him trying to think of something to say. He really didn’t seem that upset with her actually it seemed like. Isabella had shrugged when she looked at him and towards the wall where she had thrown it and the picture frame had shattered. “Stupid house elf.” She mumbled quietly and looked back at him as he leaned up against the door frame crossing his arms looking at her.

What did he honestly want her to say to him? Explain everything that has happened? She had forgotten that he used legilimency on her most of the time to see what has been going on with her because, lately she really hasn’t told him anything. She rested her elbow on her knee and had rested her hand there for a moment before she had spoken. “It was just a picture frame it was pretty much useless anyways so I broke the frame and burnt the picture.” Isabella snapped looking at him. She didn't mean to snap like that she didn't even realize that she was doing it. Then she looked at the left over pieces that had fell onto the floor and that were all black and shriveled up into tiny pieces laying in front of her. “I don’t see why it matters anyways?” She asked him shrugging taking her hair tie that she had on her right wrist and had pulled her hair up into a messy bun.

She leaned back and glanced over towards the window and decided to get up finally and go walk over towards it. Isabella had opened it up and let some fresh air in her room. It hadn’t been that bad out either the breeze came through the window and Isabella smiled slightly. It felt good getting some fresh air. She looked back at her brother again and honestly still didn’t know what to say. Should she tell him about Matthew she had thought and bit her lip. I mean was it the right time?

[Sylvester Salazar Gaunt]

"Burnt the picture, eh?" Sylvester asked, looking at the charred remains of the picture on the floor, which was surrounded by broken glass and splintered wood. Sylvester reached into his pocket and pulled out his wand. Pointing it at the remains of the frame, he nonverbally repaired it before having the now pictureless frame hop back to it's normal spot. He tried to do the same with the picture, but it was too far gone and couldn't be repaired with magic.

Looking back at his sister, he rose an eyebrow slightly. "What's up with you, Bells?" he asked her, a hint of worry in his voice. "You've been acting so much different since I got back to England." Sure, the former Slytherin knew that his sister may not want to talk about whatever was bothering her, but he still needed to find out, and he usually didn't like using Legilimency on her. He preferred when she just told him. He usually only read her mind when he felt something was vitally important.

((Short reply. I know. Barely 150 words. Sorry.))

[Isabella Gaunt]

Isabella listened to her brother as he had spoken about the burnt picture and she had just shrugged. She watched him take out his wand and try to put the remaining pieces of glass back together. Isabella just sat there and sighed as she watched. She laughed a little as he had tried and put the picture back together also. “You know that’s not going to work and besides that picture had no one important in it anyways it’s just simply a memory now.” She said as she had gotten up and walked over towards the window and opened it back up. She glanced back at him as he had asked her what was up with her. She was going to act like nothing was going to be wrong. “What do you mean Sy?” She asked him resting her elbow upon the window seal and leaning back looking at him. ”I’ve been myself, you just have missed a lot while you had been gone.”

She sighed and turned back around looking out the window resting her head on her crossed arms just starring out. She grabbed a flower from her window seal and was looking at it. ”Everything and everyone is so delicate like a flower that snaps and breaks so easily but a picture has a thousand words and is a memory that sticks forever.” Isabella said and wasn’t so sure if it made sense to Sy but, certainly made sense to her in her own twisted way. As she had said that she simply took off the top of the flower. ”But being a flower everything changes and it eventually dies and no one cares anymore.” She said and threw the flower out the window. ”Take Matthew for instance.” She said and shrugged and took off her hoodie that she had on and turned around showing him her burn mark finally and from her side too. ”Just a memory.”

((I have no idea if that made any sense to you but if it did interpret in your own way lol. I was trying to figure out something that Isabella would say when she was like that ha..))

[Sylvester Salazar Gaunt]

Bella was right. Sylvester had missed alot while he had been away. He had traveled all throughout Europe (and even parts of Asia) gaining allies and learning magic from those with more experience than him. He had eventually settled down in Germany for a few months, where he studied dark magic endlessly from a cult of dark wizards that had terrorized Germany on and off for years. He had returned even harder than he had left, and had to Confund a handful of Ministry wizards in order to forge NEWT results so he could qualify for an internship at Hogwarts. The professors and especially the headmistress trusted him. He had managed to convince them all that he was nothing like his distant cousin, the Dark Lord, Voldemort. However, as much as he had changed during his time away, Bella had changed too. If he regretted anything, he regretted leaving her for so long.

He listened to her explanation about flowers and the delicacy of some people. Sighing and running a hand through his hair again, Sylvester went and sat on his sister's bed, facing her. "Okay," he began. " When Isabella Gaunt starts to rant about being delicate and dying and flowers... I know something is wrong." He reached over and grabbed his sister's hand, pulling on it lightly, trying to get her to sit down. "Talk to me Bells. What's wrong? You know I can find out whatever I want, but I want you to tell me naturally. Com'on... Just talk to me?"

[Isabella Gaunt]

Isabella had put down the side of her shirt after showing her brother the burn marks that Matthew had left on her. She sighed trying not to look at her brother as he had talked. Isabella laughed softly to herself when he said about her talking about being delicate and flowers. That was so not like Isabella at all it wasn’t the real one at least. Isabelle glanced over at him as he had walked over before that and after he reached for her hand trying to get her to sit down. She finally gave in and sat down next to him and bite her lip laying her head down on his shoulder. ”I know you can, I think you already know what’s wrong.” She told him and sighed. ”The other night at school Matthew and I had gotten into a really big fight and it ended in a duel, he called me a whore, and were not friends anymore. That's what the burn marks are from.” Isabella said and a tear rolled down her cheek.

She had gotten back up and looked at her brother facing him and feeling half ashamed of herself. ”He said I was just a temptation and that he never wanted to talk to me again and said that I was the lady of the night that I would sleep with anyone and that’s not true.” She said and laughed. “He was the one that led me on ever since I first met him that one night I got to that stupid school.” Isabella had been ranting on from there and the next thing that she was about to say she couldn’t believe she was about to tell her brother. ”He loved her stupid Anabelle and said that everything would be fine and I loved him I really did I would have done anything for him and I was so stupid to ever think that he loved me back. What a joke.”

[Sylvester Salazar Gaunt]

This was not what Sylvester enjoyed hearing. Anything that hurt his sister in anyway did nothing but annoy and piss him off to no end. He had already known that the burns on her arms were from Matt, and he had already made a mental note to confront him about it the next time he was at school. The only reason he hadn't Apperated off to Hogwarts already was because he didn't think Bella would appreciate him running off to get into yet another fight when he just got home.

He also knew that Matthew had slept with Bella on multiple occasions. Each and every time Sylvester confronted the now former Ravenclaw about it, telling him to keep his hormones away from Bella, but all that ever caused was a fight and then Matt running off to bed Bella as soon as he could. What he didn't know was that Isabella had fallen in love with Dermandois.

Sylvester scratched the back of his head like he did whenever he was resisting the urge to explode. The last thing Bella needed was her brother to yell at her when she was already so hurt. He stood up and walked to the other side of the room, looking for the right words to say. His mind wandered, unwillingly, towards Paige Lucas, the girl that he had hated for years, only to fall in love with her in his last year at Hogwarts. He opened his mouth to say something, but shut it after a second. The last thing he needed was to bring up the sour memories of Paige again. He had managed to get completely over her whilst in Germany, he didn't want to suffer a relapse.

He bought himself time by taking a spell book off her bookshelf and flipping through it. He didn't know what to say or do, but he didn't want to tell her to just get over it. After a few seconds, he placed the book back on it's shelf and walked over to the window where Bella had previously been. Picking up the flower that she had broken, he frowned at it for a second before pulling his wand out and tapping it once. The bloom reattached to its stem and opened up to full bloom. He turned around and held the flower out to his sister, not knowing if it would do anything to cheer her up, but, since he had no idea what else to do, it was all he could manage right now.

[Isabella Gaunt]

Isabella looked curiously at her brother what he was going to do after she had told him. I mean certainly he didn’t want to hear that she had been in love with Matthew Dermandios. No way did he want to hear that. He didn’t even like hearing that she had been in a relationship with someone. She was shocked that Sylvester Gaunt hadn’t flipped out on Isabella or went on a rant about her being in love with Matthew. She wondered if there had been something wrong with him. But, then she had thought about it for a second and he had went through sort of the same thing with Paige and his relationship with her. She watched him walk over towards the bookshelf and grabbed a spell book off of it. Which all of Isabella’s spell books were mostly of the dark arts and there had been some good ones in there for regular spells that she needed for every day usage.

She whipped the tears that had been falling down from her face while he had been turned around before he had shut the book. She watched as he had walked over. She knew he was eventually going to talk to Matthew about it but, she could fight her own battles. Sy could be really over protective at times and hated seeing his sister first. But, then he did something else that she couldn’t believe he had done. He picked up the flower that had fallen on the floor and Isabella broken it and he had fixed it and handed it to her.

Isabella couldn’t help but, smile at him. He was her brother at all it wasn’t like she was mad at him. She held it and glanced down at it and smiled even more looking back up at him. This was one of their brother and sister moments that they hadn’t had in forever. It had been a long time she couldn’t even remember the last time they had had one. She held the flower in her hand and threw her arms around her brother and gave him a hug. She didn’t know what else to say or do. “I’m glad I have you for a brother.” She told him and hugged him tight.