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Here's the next part!  “What happened last night?” Carson growled at her. He pulled the girl to her feet. She stumbled momentarily then stood up straight.
“What are you talking about?” she asked in return.
“This,” he flaunted the morning’s Daily Prophet in her face.
Coralie took the paper from him and read the first page.
“He got arrested.” Carson said, “What do you know about this?”
“Nothing.” she shrugged calmly, handing him the paper back.
She pushed past him and walked into the kitchen. Christoper was sitting at the table. He had food on a plate in front of him.
“You missed breakfast.” said Christopher blankly.
“Well, I was stuck in there for so long. The door was locked.”
From behind her, Carson gestured to his brother.
“You look thirsty. Here, have some pumpkin juice.” he pushed a glass across the table.
Coralie hesitantly picked it up.
“Drink.” he ordered.
She bit her lip and stared at the liquid inside.
The two boys standing near her exchanged anxious glances. Christopher had been up all night trying to perfect the potion.
Veritaserum.
They knew at once, when Coralie had come home unscathed and clean, and their father never showed up, that something was wrong. She had told them nothing the previous night. They needed answers and they sweared they would do anything to get them. Coralie knew these answers, they guessed, and that she knew everything.
Of course by now they knew that their father was arrested, since it was the headline news in the paper. Carson had read the article several times. Certain words kept ringing in his head. ‘Child Abuse… Will serve one year in Azkaban… Nobody knew he had a daughter…’
The boy shook his head. The article was about his sister and his father’s relationship.
After a minute Coralie realized the boys were still staring at her.
“No, thank you, I’m not thirsty.” she said, putting down the glass.
“Come on,” Christopher pleaded, picking up the glass yet again and handing it to her.
“I said I’m not thirsty.” she stated.
“Sure you are.” put in Carson.
The boy sent a glare at his brother.
Coralie looked between the two boys and her brow furrowed.
“Why is it so important?” she asked.
“We don’t want our dear sister to dehydrate.” said Carson from across the table.
Christopher sent a look that said, don’t push it.
“Dear sister?” she scoffed
“Uh huh.” he said flatly, then added “We just wanted to let you know that we’re sorry for everything.” he pushed the plate of food towards her.
“Yeah, right.” said Coralie.
“Honest. Isn’t that right, Carson.”
The boy stared at his sister then said painfully, “Yeah.”
The girl was still looking between the boys. She didn’t trust them. She’s never trusted them.
Suddenly, and quite forcefully, her brother grabbed her arm and tipped it up. The girl sputtered and coughed as she was made to drink the pumpkin juice. The glass dropped and broke when she doubled over, almost choking.
“Finally.” sighed Carson. Not even a mile away, Jaxon was reading the same headline. He sat at the kitchen table, staring at the that page of the Daily Prophet, for over fifteen minutes now.
The kitchen was back in it’s place. Everything that was broken was repaired and the sink was fixed and working again. As usual, his mother was bustling around the stove and refrigerater, cooking. Addy was up in her room, playing with her dolls, and his father was still at work.
Mr. Smith had been home momentarily. All he needed was some things for work. Jaxon took the two precious minutes to ask him everything he could.
‘What’s going to happen to Mr. Davids?’
‘I don’t know Jaxon, I’m working on it.’
‘Well, what’s going to happen to Coralie?’
‘Jaxon, I don’t know.’ he had said exasperatedly.
‘Is he going to go to Azkaban?’
‘Maybe.’ he replied.
‘Is she-?’
‘Jaxon!’ he finally said, ‘I’ll tell you when I know.’
With that he had apparated out of the house.
He wasn’t able to ask much, but now with the Prophet out, he was able to get some of the answers.
Sighing, and putting the paper down, Jaxon leaned on his elbows and stared at the opposite wall. How was that? Leave your replies! 
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~o0o~ But there you were, standing in your own corner
Your eyes were wide, tired, fading just like mine
We could be the best of friends I’m sure of it
But I’m too shy to cross this crowded room besides
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I’m not here, no one sees me
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I’m by myself, please excuse me
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