It pleased her, in some small way, that her massive brother would become a child for her again. She finally cracked and smiled broadly, though she did not move to him. There was still some sense of composure within her, some unspoken desire to be the one run to and not the one running. Control; she needed control in order to keep her happy. They were equals in many ways, but she would always seek to be greater than Pandemic, and Wretch, and those foul little things that her mother had birthed.
Yet she gripped him with need, and it was the need of a woman. Her body had begun to develop, but she was hardly yet anything more than a girl. It was a hormonal sense that triggered when she was around him, the same sort of warmth that brewed in her belly when she was close to Sirius. She did not know what to make of it, but it did not feel wrong. A happy growl escaped her throat as she rubbed her nose into her brother’s cheek, the only point she could reach on him without straining. “Tell me everything,” she said. It was a command as much as a request. How much he must have seen!
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