A/N:This was on Hermione’s account, but it’s mine!! Mwhahahahahaha!!!!!!!
I round the corner pistol in my fist.
There is a girl in Artemis’s study. I raise the gun, not even caring I was about to shoot a child.
“Stop!” she commands her voice tinkling.
“Why should I?” I growl.
“Because-” She takes a deep breath. “I am your sister.”
I simply laugh. Sister? If she were my sister she would be guarding Artemis, not kissing him.
“You?!” I roar with laughter. “My sister?!”
Artemis is sitting on the bed, looking kind of sheepish. I round on him
“If she was my sister would you be making out with her? Would you kiss Juliet? Us Butlers were employed to protect NOT to fulfill your physical needs!”
He shrinks into the pillows. As I reach for the scruff of his shirt I feel something rap hard against my elbow and look down. The girl is staring into my eyes
“My name is Minerva, I have been searching for you for eleven years. I am your long lost sister. You pamper me, love me and let me do whatever I want.”