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[diana eoina bainbridge]

sparkle like bowie

in the morning sun

October 13, 2027
cara june bainbridge
penelope raisa bainbridge

Diana watched as the color in Cara’s face shifted as quickly as her hair and eyes often did, which at this point had turned to a soft turquoise. Diana was properly confused. And then it began to click, slowly, but it did: DarksideOfDiagon. Writing. Historical figures. Suddenly, Diana’s eyes grew wide. Merlin—her twin sister—was the writer known as DarksideOfDiagon. ”Y-you’re DarksideOfDiagon?” She asked, shocked, despite Cara literally just saying it. It was not a response out of horror or fear—these days, it took much worse to scare Diana in such a way but just pure surprise.

Whatever complex web that previously formed in Diana’s mind was now gone. It didn’t matter anymore because Cara had just admitted this gigantic detail. This was huge. ”So—“ Diana’s hair shifted somewhere between yellow and white. The shock was now mixed with a little excitement. Her twin was basically famous. ”So you’ve been writing all those stories?” It didn’t register immediately that Cara was perhaps embarrassed or scared. Diana went up to her and grabbed her by the shoulders. ”Why didn’t you tell me? Those stories are—“ She looked away, thinking of a word to properly encapsulate what she wanted to say. But Diana wasn’t the writer Cara was. ”They’re so good, I’m addicted. I mean, everybody basically is.”

And then Diana’s hair darkened as she let her hands fall from Cara’s shoulders. ”I just—you could’ve told me...” Crashing a bit from that sudden rush of excitement was not fun. Her original point stood—they weren’t supposed to have secrets from one another anymore, right?

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[penelope raisa bainbridge]

October 13, 2027

"I'm talking about my writing," Cara continued. "As DarksideOfDiagon? On the internet?"

With Cara's voice so soft, it was difficult for Penelope to ascertain if she'd heard her properly. Upon hearing Diana's reaction, however, it seemed that she had.

"Y-You're DarksideOfDiagon?"

Penelope continued to eavesdrop (intentionally, then) on her older sisters' conversation, trying to process what they were saying without clueing them in that she was listening. Diana didn't sound angry with Cara; on the contrary, she sounded enthusiastic, which made her feel less apprehensive about revealing her presence.

It was sort of funny, although maybe not for Cara. Her own sister was the one who had been writing all those pieces on Pensieve of Our Own. DarksideOfDiagon. They'd had conversations about it. And Cara had left them none the wiser.

As Diana's excitement seemed to wane, Penelope made her move at the risk of embarrassing herself. She tapped lightly on the door, aware that it was going to be awkward no matter what she did. Knocking was at least the polite thing to do, not that she was sure it mattered when the twins were talking about Cara's secret double life writing wizarding smut. "Erm, hi?" Penelope didn't know why she was being so cautious about it. She'd already interrupted them.

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[cara june bainbridge]

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As she finished explaining her secret writing career, Cara realized that she and her twin were absolutely not on the same page throughout their discussion. Diana's response was shock, not understanding (at least not at first) and Cara could feel her face start to burn in embarrassment. She obviously knew that her writing was halfway decent, otherwise no one would have been reading her stupid little stories. That much had been made clear for a while now. Keeping it secret had been more for her own sanity. Not wanting others to attribute what was being written to her of all people. After school, she hadn't interacted with anyone aside from serving them. Bossy Bainbridge, turned into an ice cream scooper. All of the awkward questions about why she didn't join the Ministry or do something else. Because she was already doing that, technically. And now Diana knew too.

Her sister's rise and fall of emotions was apparent in her shifting hair color. Cara knew it was wrong to not tell her immediately, but they'd spent so much time away from one another the last few years, sometimes she felt like she deserved a thing or two to keep to herself. "I-I didn't really know how to bring it up? And then I sort of got carried away with writing so it's been kind of hard to-" she cut herself off as she heard another voice, turning to see Penelope standing in the doorway. Cara stared at her younger sister, unable to find words. If she thought Diana knowing was bad enough, this was so much worse. Especially because she knew Penelope had read her work. She'd brought it up before a few years prior. "Whatever you heard doesn't leave this room," she finally said after a moment. If she had been a metamorphmagus like Diana, she felt like every inch of her would have been bright red right now.

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[diana eoina bainbridge]

sparkle like bowie

in the morning sun

October 13, 2027
cara june bainbridge
penelope raisa bainbridge

Cara’s face shifted red nearly as fast as Diana’s hair typically did. Merlin, what a day. This was not how she had expected it to go, nor had the thought ever crossed her mind. Cara had always been the writer, and Diana had always enjoyed reading what Cara would share. But to not recognize her own twin’s writing…had she emotionally disconnected so severely over the past few years? Or had Diana just missed the evolution of her skill? Either option left her feeling unsettled and guilty. Even on the best days, Diana was reminded of the past by one scar or another.

The twins both looked at the door. After the light knock, the loud and familiar creek of the hinges showed one of their younger sisters—Penelope. It was a bit ironic. The one triplet who knew the most now appeared to know this fun fact, too, or so Diana assumed, given how quickly everything had moved. Diana moved forward and closed the door behind Penelope. ”It won’t.” She assured Cara. For now, she remained near the door, wondering what their sister might have heard.

With a heavy sigh, Diana leaned against the wall with her arms crossed loosely. ”Merlin, I thought you were talking about—“ She paused suddenly, eyes shifting to Penelope for a quick moment. ”—erm, something else.” One secret out in the open felt like enough for now. She feared Cara melting into the floor quicker than a scoop of Fortescue’s ice cream in the middle of July. That conversation Diana could continue with Cara another time. ”So…does this mean we can read the chapters early?” She teased, trying to lighten the mood.

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