EVERYTHING HAS CHANGED || TIA

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FEBRUARY 16, 2025

After so much time drowning at work, Tamara had finally contacted her sister. They had last spoken a few times since Christmas but rarely face-to-face. Tia was dealing with work because of the attack at Hogsmeade, and Tamara was stuck at work catching up on all the news. Finally, she needed a chance to breathe.

A few days earlier, she had sent a text, asking if she wanted to meet up at this lovely little cafe in London to catch up. They had yet to do so since deciding they would rekindle their relationship that had been lost during their time at Hogwarts.

Tamara arrived early, purchasing her tea and some biscuits, before finding a place to sit. She looked around, waiting for her twin to arrive, taking a sip of her drink.

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THE LITTLE CAFE WAS NOT EXACTLY WHERE TIA would have chosen, but she did not protest when her sister had called around and suggested they meet there. Since Christmas, things were not perfect, but they weren't as tense either. Tia didn't dread seeing her sister, and she routinely bought the Daily Prophet and read it in plain view, searching for her sister's contributions with a keen, obsessive eye. Sometimes, if they were particularly good, she cut them out and sent the clippings to their parents.

Ever on time, Tia cringed at the tinkling bell above the cafe's door as she entered. It was kitschy and sweet, the decor a little garish, but very muggle. Tia liked that. The complete absence of magic. She loved being a witch with every part of her being, but on the odd occasion she appreciated the reminder of her old life. But in small, easily digestible bites. Like a cliche cafe in the middle of London, where everything was vegan or gluten free.

At a table near the window - because of course - Tia found her mirror image. As they grew older, Tia had begun to notice the minute differences between them. The effort Tamara put in to her hair, so perfectly curled that it looked effortless. Her skin fresh and her frame lithe and athletic where Tia was soft with curved edges. "Hey," Tia breathed, hovering at the side of the table as she looked down at what her sister had bought. The delicate biscuit and cup of milky tea. "I'll... I'm going to sit down." She stuttered, her eyes wide and mouth in a thin line.

Pulling out the seat, Tia sat on the very edge and crossed her hands, fiddling her thumbs in a circle restlessly. "How- how've you been?" She asked, genuinely and outwardly curious for the first time in what felt like forever. It was odd, seeing Tamara like this. Outside of obligation or 'coincidence'. She ordered herself a latte and a slice of carrot cake for them to share, should she get tired of her biscuit. Neither of them immediately admitted that it was weird. 

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Perfection was not something that she and her sister's relationship currently had. She understood that it might be a while before that happened, especially with how damaged it was since their RJ died. Tamara wanted to get back to where they once were, sisters and best of friends, but she knew that might not be as easy as it once was for young girls.

The sound of the bell to the cafe caught her attention, as it had for a few minutes as people came and went. But this time, it was the person she was meeting. She smiled as the girl appeared, speaking her greeting before stuttering that she was going to sit. She smiled, "Go ahead." she said gesturing to the seat that she slowly sunk into as if she were afraid of this entire encounter. Was Tamara that scary? Or was Tia that nervous? She felt like she had never seen this side of her sister - then again, she usually was getting chewed out by the girl.

'How-how've you been?' was the question that came, a bit of awkwardness filling the air for a few seconds before she spoke. "I've been good. Been pretty busy because of everything happening in the world. What about you?"

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TIA DIDN'T HAVE TO THINK MUCH ABOUT TAM'S inquiry, because she knew the answer already. She just didn't want to appear to eager, so she shifted in her seat and picked a piece of lint from her sleeve in an effort to remain cool and collected. "Oh, you know..." She pretended to shrug, a thin smile on her face. Her expression was tired, dark shadows under her eyes, her cheeks a little hollow, but there was a spark in her eye. "Mad."

The reality was, being a mediwitch in the current climate made her very very busy. She was almost through with her training, but that didn't seem the matter. The hospital needed all the witches and wizards they could get and Tia was good at her job. She'd been at Hogsmeade, had treated some of the injured. It was a terrible tragedy and the root frightened her, but the job did not. She twiddled her thumbs, looking down at her hands. "We had a few long stays come from Hogsmeade," She nodded with a crease in her brow. "Plus a good few injured from Azkaban."

After a second, Tia drew in her breath, stopping herself from spinning forward with more and more tales from the last few weeks. "Yeah, the paper, right?" She said, like an after thought. Remembering that she wasn't the only one dealing with the aftermath of the attacks. "I've read your stuff." She leaned her arms on the table, pulling herself forward. Finally, Tia looked somewhat comfortable. This was a conversation she could easily have. "So, what are they saying?" She twisted her mouth, a thoughtful expression on her face. "Everything's so vague..."

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