“I’m sorry, did the Minister declare this sibling bonding hour?” Valentina asked, well aware that this was partially her fault for telling Sofiya anything to begin with, but honestly, this was her reaction? More questions like she was a child trying to figure out what was in her Christmas presents? Not even the slightest bit of outrage that Valentina got rid of her toys? If Valentina was in possession of an inner child, it truly would have been disappointed by that.
Letting out a sigh and shaking her head, Valentina began to tick items off her fingers, keeping her answers as brief as possible. “One, I was experimenting with a spell.” Not entirely true, she was working on her wandless magic. It failed. “Two, I sent them to an orphanage.” Waste not, want not. Besides, there was some sort of flyer once. “Three, I have no idea what happened to her.” True, basically. “Four. None of your business.” In other words, yes, but she would admit that over her dead body. “Five, stop being so nosy about my private life. And no.” Pausing, Valentina glancing up for a moment as if asking for patience before admitting with a hint of embarrassment, “She was a gryffindor.”
“Oh, fuck off. You like gossiping with me.” Sofiya said in a teasing manner, despite how scary swearing in front of Valentina was. Maybe it was because she had a prefect-face. Huh, she thought, she could see why the teachers still treated her like a student. An auror is basically a prefect without a uniform, in a way. “Plus, most of that happened, like, lifetime ago, it’s not like I can use it against you.” Well, if a toy was charmed, she could accuse Valka of breaking the statute of secrecy, but having family in Azkaban was worse than having them dead, and she wouldn’t hurt her sister over such a nice but bothersome gesture. Annoying Sofiya by being nicer to other kids was probably the oldest trick in the Nottbook.
When Valentina did answer her questions, Sofiya felt unbelievably powerful, but more than that, she felt liked by her sister. “A Gryffindor? Of course you’d fall for your “natural enemy”.” Sofiya teased. There were now so many things to talk about, but if she kept juggling subjects, she might not get to deepen any one of them. “Do you believe houses really matter? Like, do they have a point? Or are they just fancy clubs?"