Veronica Montgomery likes HAPPY!Yaxley better (itsronnie) wrote in unforgivenrpg, @ 2010-10-19 23:39:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, c: jessica montgomery, c: veronica montgomery, type: backstory, type: log |
Who: Ronnie and Jessie Montgomery
What: Family dinner
When: Summer of ‘97. Two weeks before Daniel’s death
Where: Their house in Kent.
Dinner was always a big show at the Montgomery house. Anytime that the twins had to be in the same room for more then three minutes, it was always a big deal. As much as they loved each other (and only because they had to) Jessie and Ronnie did not get along. They were far too different and had too many opinions of each other and the girls just didn’t mesh.
Therefore, it was no surprise, upon going into the Montgomery house, that one would hear shouting and other types of arguing. Oh, when they went at it, they really went at it, ripping each other apart sometimes. Their father and little brother, well, they were used to it. Though, it was still amusing on most days. The arguments were rarely ever the same, though it always came down to the same ending. Jabs on height and age.
"Merlin, Ronnie! The potatoes are for sharing!"
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Ronnie rolled her eyes, and added another gallop of potatoes to her plate, just to spite her sister. “You know Dad made extra for me!” she shot back, and stuck her tongue out. Childish, yes; did Jessie deserve it? Most definitely. She could never really explain what it was that annoyed her so much about her sister, but...she just did. Maybe it was her face. Even though it was identical to her own.
She passed the bowl to Daniel, smiling down at him before turning back to Jessie. “Oh, well, I would point out how you’re supposed to share corn as well, but it seems you just dumped the whole bowl onto your plate! No wonder you can’t fit in your pants.”
“Veronica,” the twins’ father cut in warningly. “Apologize to your sister.”
Ronnie rolled her eyes and muttered, “Sorry.” She took a bite of mashed potatoes, and added, “That you’re such a fat arse.”
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Jessie gasped loudly, dramatically. "I do to fit into my pants! And at least mine don't smell like I've been sitting in them for days!" Unlike Ronnie, Jessie changed her clothes every day. God, her sister was gross. There were just so many things about her. Like the fact that she liked to play in the mud. She was seventeen and acted like she was five.
Jessie was sure they weren't even related. Ronnie had to have been adopted at birth and genetically changed to look identical to Jessie. It was the only explanation.
She grinned as their father told Ronnie to apologize. The grin fell into a frown and arms crossed over her chest indignantly. "Daaaad!" She whined. "Tell your arsehole daughter to be nice." Turning to their father, she batted her eyes and pouted at him. Oh, she was good, and dad always fell for the look.
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“They don’t smell! I cast a cleaning charm on them every night,” she said, not bothered in the slightest. At least she was able to have fun, as opposed to be obsessed with makeup and boys like her sister. If there was anyone who was adopted, it was Jessie.
“Oh, please! Like he’s going to make me be nice when you deserve it.” It didn’t matter if their father fell for her sister’s stupid look, Ronnie was closer to him, and he wouldn’t force her to be nice. As much as he loved the twins, he didn’t understand Jessie at all, and it was obvious in the way that she got everything she wanted. It was just easier that way, while Ronnie was willing to settle for just being his best friend.
“Yeah, Jessie. I’ll be nice. You wanted some potatoes right?” She smiled at her sister, and picked up a glob of mashed potatoes from her plate, throwing it right in her sister’s face. She could hear Daniel laughing, and glancing over at her father. He was shaking his head at her, a pseudo angry expression on, but Ronnie could see his eyes twinkling.
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When were they going back to school? They needed to go back to school! Jessie needed a day when she didn't have to look at her sisters un-made, ugly little mug. As soon as she saw the spoon of potatoes, she knew what was coming. And she couldn't stop it. "DAD!"
Standing up, the potatoes dripping from her chin, Jessie threw a fit. Arms punching the air beside her, she stomped her foot. "You're such a moron." Jessie was prone to tantrums, therefore, it was probably no surprise when her plate went flying towards Ronnie. "You wanted corn. Have some."
Jessie continued to pout, glaring down at the three others sitting at the table. "Daddy, when do we get to give her back? Didn't you say the aliens would be back shortly after our seventeenth?" Okay, so, they were both childish, and they both brought it out of the other.
"Jessica Evelyn, calm down." Fights were normal, food fights not as much.
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Ronnie just sat back in her chair, and crossed her arms over her chest, looking at her twin with a bored expression. She looked over at Daniel with a smile, “Wanna see if I can get steam to come out her ears?”
Thank merlin for Quidditch. Ronnie quickly shifted her chair to the side, the plate narrowly missing her. Oh, that was it. She stood up, glaring at her sister. “If anyone’s going back with the aliens, it’ll be you, Airhead.” With that, she picked up her plate, still laden with potatoes and threw it at her sister.
“Veronica Quinn!”
Ronnie glanced at her father, and pointed at Jessie, “You know she started that! I was just eating peacefully!”
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Jessie wasn’t nearly as quick as her sister, therefore, it must have been a surprise to everyone when she dodged the plate. Or, well, almost dodged the plate. It had been aimed elsewhere, but it grazed her arm, and surely she would have a bruise there tomorrow! With a gasp, she pulled her arm up and cradled it. “Bitch! That hurt!”
Suddenly, she didn’t care so much about the child sitting at the table with them. No, she wanted to rip the hair from her sister’s red little head! She knew she couldn’t though. Their father was just waiting for something of the sort to happen. “I hate you,” she growled before finally sitting back down in her seat. “You can rot when we go back to school!”
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Ronnie grinned triumphantly when Jessie sat down with her usual insult. Yes, yes, she can rot, whoopee doo. She sat down and looked at her dad and her brother before picking up her spoon and took a bite of her potatoes. For a few moment, they all sat and ate like a normal family, except that there were scatterings of food on the walls and floor.
But no one was talking. She looked at her dad again, waiting for him to say something, but he was eating with a grin on his face, like he knew how crazy the silence was driving her. Ronnie looked to her other side and saw Daniel building a fort out of his potatoes before he would attack it with gravy, and she grinned down at him, but he wasn’t paying attention. Letting out a sigh, she put down her spoon, leaned back in her chair and looked at her sister.
“You’re just jealous cause I’m taller than you.”
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Unlike Ronnie, Jessie could stew for hours in their silence, while she knew it drove her sister crazy. It was that thought that kept the smirk on her lips. Until the bitch had to go and open her mouth again. She always had to ruin it, didn’t she?
Pushing back her chair and dropping it heavily on the floor, Jessie stood, her cheeks turning red already. “It’s only a quarter of an inch! God, I hate you.”
And with that, she stomped away from the table and out of the room.