WE WILL WALK OUR DIFFERENT WAYS | TIA

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Things have been changing, some for the best and others for the worst, and her seventh year was filled with the worst. With the death and kidnappings of a bunch of muggleborns, things were looking pretty grim for all those that dwelled in Hogwarts. But there was a light at the end of the tunnel, and for Tamara, that came in the form of Ethan. They had been dating for a little bit now, and it was through him that the young brunette found herself joining a group of students that wanted to find the people responsible and bring a stop to the darkness. The Phoenix Rising, that was what the group as called, and Tamara was all for joining. Her father and brother had fought the darkness in favor of the light, why couldn’t she in the form of the little group that was formed of students?

It seemed like her sister didn’t like the idea, though the two of them rarely talked after RJ’s death and it grew worse after she started dating Ethan. Tia was a bitter girl, and Tamara realized that. Every time she saw her sister in the halls, or in class, she felt like she was being glared at. And today seemed like another one of those days, though she hadn’t realized it yet. After yet another excellent Quidditch practice, Tamara found herself wishing her team best of luck for the big game that came the next day, a game against the Gryffindor team. She was given the spot of Captain, and she knew that she had to prove herself as captain, and tomorrow was another chance to do just that. If they lost or won, it just meant that they worked together and did something grand.

Packing up her belongings and walking with the group of friends she had made on the team, they began walking back to Hogwarts through the warmth of the outside, but as she grew closer to the school, she noticed her sister – alone. “Hey, I’ll catch up, see you guys around,” she said smiling at the group before waving them off and heading towards where Tia sat. “Hey—” she started but stopped, what do you say to your sister that you haven’t talked to in forever?

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IT HAD BEEN SO LONG SINCE TIA HAD PROPERLY SPOKEN TO HER SISTER, that when there came a time that she felt she had no other choice, Tia had no idea how to approach the situation.

It had started with a rumour among Ravenclaw's. People whispering about some cause, some great collection of students gathering for justice. Tia had rejected the idea immediately, despite having been invited to join a meeting. She didn't care for revolution. Revolutions had a body count. Plus, with muggle-borns being murdered left and right, Tia had no desire to draw unwanted attention to herself.

However, that hadn't been what drove Tia to her sisters dorm room. No, it was Tamara herself. And... Ethan. Ethan was a sweet boy, friendly in a way that annoyed Tia. She couldn't stay mad at a face so open, although she very well tried. But, Tia had no trouble feeding a fury when she'd discovered that Ethan was a pivotal member of this group, and by extension, Tamara had become one too. She couldn't believe it. After their father, after RJ, especially...

So Tia had marched straight after class, her blood going from a simmer to a boil as she ran over all the risks. Muggle-borns murdered - they were muggle-borns. How could Tamara be so stupid!

But finding her sister had been the second biggest battle. It was well in to her search, when her anger had begun to grow dormant, that she realised her sister would be at practise. They hadn't spoken in so long that it had taken Tia time to remember. And so she'd lingered on the grounds, near the entrance most Hufflepuff's tended to take. Loitering was more like it, really. Alone and wrapped in her robes, blue tie askew.

She paced back and forth, head low and hands in her pockets. So engrossed in her own ticking thoughts that by the time she saw her sister approaching with a gaggle of housemates, Tia didn't quite know what to do. Why exactly was she there again? She rocked on her heels slightly, looking around the grounds as Tamara sent off her friends and sidled up to Tia tentatively.

"Hey..." Tia said with a hard swallow, her eyes shifty. She felt so awkward, which in itself felt wrong. Why couldn't she relax around her own sister? It was ridiculous. "I was uh- I was looking for you." 

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Tamara shifted, uncomfortably so, as she waited for Tia to say something back. She watched as the other girl rocked on her heels, swallowing hard as she said her own hello, and her eyes shifting. There was so much tension between them that she could probably cut it with a knife, and she hated it. It was as if there was a bomb nestled between them, trapping them in awkwardness, and they didn’t even want to acknowledge it. She quickly became surprised as Tia said that she was looking for her, she cleared her throat. “You were?” she questioned “Why? Found something else to yell at me about?” she questioned with a rather annoyed expression. She was still quite bitter about the last fight they had. Her arms crossed over her chest rather awkwardly because of her Quidditch padding that she was still wearing, having yet to change because of this encounter that she prayed was just a dream, or she was simply knocked out from falling off her broom. But she knew it was real; she wasn’t that lucky.

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IT WAS STRANGE, but as soon as Tamara was in front of her, everything was different. Her anger had been solitary. Bitter and biting, but it only seemed to exist while Tia had been moving. Powering toward a goal. When she hadn't immediately found her sister, it seemed to recede inside of her, losing its edge.

"I'm not that bad..." Tia said defensively, crossing her arms, her shoulders bunching under her ears. "I just... I think mum packed my extra robe in with yours," it was a lame excuse and she cringed internally, "have you seen it?" But, at heart, Tia just didn't want to prove her sister right. She didn't want to barge in, scream, and leave. Like always. For a second, just a second, she wanted to talk to her sister. Being angry all the time was lonely... "H- how was your game? Did you win?" She gestured at her sisters outfit, twisting her lips nervously. 

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As Tia got defensive, she felt her anger slowly disappear, but she was still on edge. There had to be a reason that Tia was looking for her, and if it wasn’t to yell at her, then what was it? But then, the lame excuse came along about their mum packing her robes in with Tamara’s stuff, and she shook her head, hands crossing over her chest. “Nope, haven’t seen any robes,” she breathed out “But if I do—I’ll let you know,” she said with a nod of her head.

It was then that Tia asked her about her game and she almost laughed, but instead, she shook her head with a smile. “Practice was great, I am fully confident that we will win the game tomorrow.” she said with a smile before adding “Thanks for asking,”

“Tia, what are you doing here…we both know it’s not to ask me about my game or if I have your robes…” she breathed out. If they were going to fight, she wanted to leave now; she was not in the mood for it after a long practice.

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TIA HAD FOOLED HERSELF. She had thought if she spoke about something benign it would be the same. She would still feel a modicum of comfort around her own twin. But the more Tamara reacted the more Tia realised it was futile. Nothing was the same, and nothing would ever be the same again. She had been foolish to think as much. Uncomfortable, Tia shifted on her feet.

"Yeah, practise..." She said without sounding convincing. "You're welcome." But it was no use, she couldn't keep it up. Even if Tamara was smiling. It didn't feel right, not with her brain whirring over why she had tracked her down in the first place. That group. That rancid, stinking, reckless group. And suddenly, when Tamara called her out, that anger resurfaced. Simmering beneath her skin.

"Fine..." Tia said, throwing her hands up. She looked around, making sure they wouldn't be overheard. "Is it true...?" She accused, huffing. "That group... whatever it is they're calling themselves..." She couldn't think of it, didn't want to. "Vigilantes. Idiotic kids in capes!" Tia crossed her arms, leaned in close and asked as if she were whispering about crimes untold. "Are you apart of it?" Quirked brows, Tia was expectant. 

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Tamara was waiting for it, for her sister to yell at her or tell her off. For what, she didn’t know, but she felt it in her being that it was going to happen. Ever since their brother died, they avoided each other like the plague, even around the house arguments got toxic. So, what would bring her sister here? It wasn’t about practice or robes missing, there was something else, and finally, as the anger appeared in her sister’s eyes and mannerism, she knew that she was about to get an ear full. She had unleashed the beast that was her twin sister.

“First of all, they aren’t kids in capes, they are robes…” she said trying to joke at that moment, though she knew she’d regret it later on, “Secondly, yes I am a part of their little group of ‘vigilantes’ as you call it,” she said. She crossed her arms over her chest, “Why does it matter to you? I believe in what they are fighting for, plus, I want these attacks to be put to an end, and what better way than to help out?” she questioned with a raised eyebrow. “Are you worried I might die? Do I sense a flicker of fear in your eyes for my life?”

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NOTHING HAD BEEN THE SAME SINCE RJ. Some days Tia hated him. A rage welling inside her that was frightening because she needed somebody to blame. She needed someone to be accountable for the mess that had become of their family. And perhaps she took it out on Tamara, too. On herself, as well. But at least it didn't reach her at Hogwarts. Until it did. Muggleborns being targeted brought fear and anger to the one place Tia tried her hardest to make a haven. It made her lash out.

Tia didn't get the joke as Tamara retorted. "Robes, capes, whatever." She said with a dismissive wave of her hand. Frown too deep and focus pinned on the subject at hand. She didn't have time for jokes. Instead she took Tamara's flippant admittance as fuel. Her sisters crossed arms and squared jaw as a spit in the face. Tia's cheeks flushed red.

"I thought you were... smarter than this, Tamara." Scoffing, Tia's smile was cold. "Guess I gave you too much credit by even asking." Shaking her head she felt a muscle in her cheek twitch. "You're- you're just cannon fodder." She muttered, lips pursed obstinately. "They're killing muggleborns, Tamara." She clarified as if her sister didn't know. "You'll be the first to go. Standing up isn't going to do anything but get you shot down."

But, the way Tamara shot back. The harsh disbelief at the mere idea of Tia caring about something like her life. Her eyes widened, that anger slipping away as she felt the slap of her sister's tone. "I- you don't think I care?" She asked, hurt plain on her face, she took a step back, as if reeling from a blow. "Just because we're- I don't know, things are different... it doesn't-" Tia was still baffled, her words jumbling as she tried to find an eloquent way to explain.

"I'll always worry that you'll- about that." She said passionately, her face open for probably the first time in a while. She looked at the ground, her brows pinched in the middle. "I can't believe you'd even question it." She looked up, blinking rapidly. "Wouldn't you care if it was me?"

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Siblings were always supposed to be close, at least, that was what everyone always said. Parents left after a certain amount of time, usually through the act of dying after their job was done, and that left siblings to keep each other on the straight and narrow. Sometimes siblings fell away, fading as if they were a summer’s day, but other times they were always there for each other. That was what had been the Finch twins, from birth until starting at Hogwarts, Tia and Tamara were as thick as thieves. What happened to their relationship, someone might as Tamara didn’t know for herself. Maybe they grew apart as time went on in their studies, they were in different houses and had different paths they were following.

When RJ – their older brother – died in the war, they seemed to change and drift apart. Sometimes Tamara felt like Tia hated her, but she was full of surprises. Especially now, Tia had shown up to question her about the Phoenix Rising, seeming to show a more concerned side for her sister, but Tamara had instigated another fight, at least, that was what the brunette was preparing for.

It was then, with a scoff and a cold smile, that Tia’s words slapped her in the face, not only as she said that she was being irrational in joining the little group; but also, bringing up the fact that they are killing muggleborns like them and that joining the group that wants to stop the attacks – she’s be the first to go. Tamara crossed her arms over her chest, “I rather do something and die in the process, then have my friends die around me…” she breathed out, wanting anything to add that she was doing it to protect not only her muggleborn friends but also to make sure that Tia made it out of Hogwarts alive. The brunette loved her sister dearly, wanting nothing more than to see her live her life instead of following the path of death that was being forced upon those of lower blood status. Couldn’t she see that? Was she that blind?

Hurt fluttered across the mirroring eyes of Tia Finch, a stutter of tones asking if she believed that she didn’t care. She took a step back as if Tamara’s hand had struck her across her face, and quickly started acting baffled, alphabet soup dripping from her mouth as she attempted to bring her thoughts forward. “You don’t really act like you do, we haven’t talked since – since that day,” she said with a shrug, her persona rather cold towards her sister, a change in character for the sweet and naïve Tamara. “I just assumed that our relationship was over the moment he died, that’s the way it felt anyways,”

Instantly, after the words left her lips, she almost regretted them. Especially with the change in demeanor that her sister lets lose, her words passionate and nearly allowing her to believe that her sister worried about her, about all of it. Then the question turned towards Tamara, would she care if it was her sister. “Of course, I’d care, I’d want you to be safe…but if you were so passionate about something as stupid as what I’m doing, then I’d let you. Because I rather see you be happy with your life, then drag you down to the point that you hate me,” she said with a serious tone to her voice, it was clear and crisp, and it was the full truth.

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TAMARA'S RECKLESSNESS SCARED TIA. That was the root of it all. She had such grand ideas, she always had. Never seeming like the type to think before she ran headfirst in to something. A new obsession, a boy, a vigilante justice group. Tia felt like she had to be the thinker, the one that considered all possible outcomes. Even if they weren't talking, she was always watching. As keenly aware of her sister's mortality as she was her own.

"That's what the hero says right before he dies!" Tia snapped, pointing her finger at her sister. "This isn't a movie, you don't get to win this because you think you have good intentions, Tam."

And then her sister had been so flippant. Taken Tia's care and made it cruelty. She wasn't being harsh to be mean. She just wanted her sister to be smart. And she told her as much, only to find a cold replacement before her. Tam didn't believe her. She felt her defences rise. "Well... it's not like you make much of an effort, either." She drawled, crossing her arms, her nostrils flaring. "We're different people, but I always thought- I always had your back." Tia's chin squared, and she realised that this was it. Tam had already seen the end, even if Tia hadn't. To her, they didn't have to speak to care. Tam obviously disagreed. They were so different now. Barely recognisable to the other.

Tia stood before Tamara, but she wasn't really hearing anything. She'd asked her sister if she would care on a whim, but she realised she didn't want to hear the answer. It wouldn't make a difference. Tia's word didn't count, not any more. "I need to go..." She muttered blankly, her eyes stinging but dry. "Do whatever you want, Tam." Her voice was barely more than a whisper and she cleared her throat, not wanting to appear weak. "I'll just... see you at Christmas dinner, right?" She gave a dry laugh shaking her head as she turned, wishing only that she was alone. 

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‘That's what the hero says right before he dies! This isn't a movie; you don't get to win this because you think you have good intentions, Tam.’

Tamara shook her head, “I know this isn’t a damn movie Tia, this is reality. And sometimes we have to protect our family and friends in ways they don’t understand. Plus, I rather die a hero than live long enough to see myself become the villain,” she breathed out in a huff of breath. The annoyance that she currently felt towards Tia, it was growing. While she loved her sister dearly, she knew just how to push her buttons. While she knew that Tia probably cared for her in her way, it didn’t seem like it through action. Tamara wanted Tia to speak with her, not to avoid her. And if she believed avoiding Tamara and ‘caring’ about her from the sidelines, then she was apparently mistaken. “It didn’t seem like it, Tia. You ignoring me, it felt like you gave up on me…that you didn’t care what happened to me,” she breathed out, her voice breaking ever so slightly.

Once again, the young witch was met by her sister running away. Her own emotions were playing with her as she watched the wetness appear within her sister’s mirroring eyes. She moved forward, shaking her head, “Tia—stop—” she started but it was too late, the breaking of Tia’s voice as she told Tamara to do whatever she wants, broke her. It was then that Tia changed completely before her eyes. Going from the broken and vulnerable young woman to the hard outer shell of someone that looked like her twin. “I—yeah, I’ll see you at Christmas,” she breathed, “I have to get cleaned up anyways if you’ll excuse me,” she breathed out as she brushed past Tia. Leaving her behind as she brushed a strand of hair from her face, tears filling her own eyes. She cleared her throat, brushed a stray tear, and moved on her way back to the common rooms, leaving Tia in the dust.

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