Always blue 

The rest of the girls went down and began eating. Isabell’s mum went to go help her and then they both came down. After they finished eating, everyone helped decorate the Christmas tree. There were many ornaments and lights that hung themselves up.

‘I found ten blue ones!’ said Isabell as they looked through a cardboard box for ornaments.

‘Blue ornaments for Christmas, Isabell?’ said Amelia, grinning.

‘It’s our famous tradition,’ said Mr. Bluesky. ‘Every year we hang a lot of blue ornaments for Christmas, make dessert and eat it near the tree. That tradition has been in the family for about a century! We believe it gives us good luck on Christmas.’ 

‘Cool!’ said Albert. 

‘Oh wow,’ said Amelia, half-embarrassed. ‘Weird. B-but in a good way,’ she added when she saw Isabell’s expression. 

‘It was a fine feast,’ Isabell sighed hungrily. ‘Wish we could have double-feasts during Christmas.’  

‘Your mother told me she was making desserts for later,’ Cho said, joining the conversation.

‘Oh, goodie.’

‘H-hi… guys,’ Olivia came into the room where they were talking. Olivia was panting. ‘Can’t run in these heels properly.’

‘Did mum need anything?’ Isabell said.

‘Well, yes, she told us to take care of little Ivan while she bakes the dessert with Mrs. Weasley,’ Olivia said excitedly.

‘REALLY?’ Ginny, Hermione, Amelia and Isabell yelled.

‘Yes! I know right!’ said Olivia happily.

‘Then let’s go already! I haven’t seen my brother in person yet!’

They all rushed down to see the boys talking to each other on a dark blue couch. Next to them was a baby blue crib. The girls sighed in admiration.

‘So cute!’ Amelia said joyfully.

Ivan started cooing when he saw Isabell as if he knew she was his sister.

‘I know right?’ Olivia agreed.

Ivan had curly pitch black hair with brown-green eyes. His skin colour was the same as Isabell’s, but a bit lighter.

‘Hello there little Ivan!’ Isabell said as she gently carried him from his crib. 

He looked at Isabell in interest. Then he laughed and continued cooing.

‘Aw! I’ve got to take a picture with my camera,’ said Hermione. ‘I knew it would come in handy!’

‘You have a camera with you now?’ Olivia said as she looked at Hermione.

‘Yes, it was a Christmas present from my mum.’

‘What’s a camera?’ asked Ginny and Amelia.

‘Erm- A camera is something that you can picture things with- I dunno,’ Hermione said nervously.

‘Why are they so surprised?’ asked Olivia.

‘Well, they’re witches and they haven’t lived among Muggles, so they don’t know the things Muggles use,’ shrugged Hermione.

‘Oh yeah…’ 

‘Isabell! Make sure you feed Ivan his food!’ called out Mrs. Bluesky from the kitchen.

‘Ok mum!’ Isabell yelled back. 

‘Oh, a gift came from an owl just now!’ Olivia said as she approached an owl that swooped in the mansion. Inside were chocolate muffins. 

‘Perfect, one for each of us,’ sighed Isabell hungrily.

‘Great, I think I’m hungrier than you-’ Amelia took one first, but as soon as she took a first bite, she started choking and dropped to the floor, with greenish-blue foam slowly coming out of her open mouth.

‘Amelia! What happened to her? MUM! MRS. WEASLEY!’ Isabell yelled. ‘DAD!’ 

‘What did Professor Snape say in potions? What was it that stops poisons? Um… What was it again? UGH! What did Professor Snape say again?’ said Hermione, taking a deep breath as Amelia screamed in agony. ‘Oh um… GUYS THINK WITH ME! Yes! Finally, a bezoar!’ she said.  

‘We need a bezoar?’ asked Olivia, trying to stay calm.

‘Yeah, right now!’ said Cho, looking at Amelia who was beginning to choke and cough harder.

‘Mrs. Weasley!’ said Isabell, while Mrs. Weasley came running into the living room.

‘What is it- OH MY, AMELIA!’ Mrs. Weasley screamed, as Amelia’s breathing was beginning to stop.

Isabell and Olivia rushed to a cupboard, upstairs in the room they changed in, it contained potions and ingredients. Olivia noticed the bezoar and snatched it. She removed her heels and ran as fast as she could. She and Isabell placed the bezoar in Amelia’s mouth quickly. Amelia’s breathing eased up and she started to breathe heavily, her eyes started to close. 

‘To St. Mungos,’ Mr. Bluesky said, his face paler than any other.