Twin Bonding (Padfoot, Moony and (some of) their Malfoys)

Draco shook his head at the girl, supposedly his twin. "I would suggest the Ministry, but that incompetent lot would probably tell us we'd both lost it and to run home to our mummy and daddy." He'd never been the most creative person, and for a moment he wished his brain were slightly less Slytherin and a little more Ravenclaw. That wasn't going to happen, of course, and with only a Gryffindor to help him in this situation, he doubted there was any way out. "We could owl Snape, I suppose," he noted, before wondering if the man was still a big part of his life in this world.

Lyssa fought against rolling her eyes at Draco, but did so anyway. The Ministry always seemed to be people's first thought for every odd problem they didn't know how to solve themselves. "I'm not owling Snape," she said. "If you want to involve him, be my guest, so long as I don't have to deal with him any." She shook her head at the idea of interacting with Snape outside of the school year. She dealt with him enough during it. "Honestly," she went on, "I think we should solve this ourselves. Involving an outside person is bound to raise all sorts of questions from them. Well, that, or they'll think we've lost our minds. If anything let's just see how this goes for a while, and maybe it'll fix itself soon."

"Oh, you're too good to owl your own godfather?" Draco asked, before realizing that in this world, he very might well be absolutely nothing to them besides a professor. He shuddered at the thought. He felt extremely disoriented in a world in which anything and everything could be different from what he'd always known. "Fix itself? When has anything magical ever fixed itself? That's like saying that the goblins can sort their own wars out." Draco sneered at the girl and wondered how his alternate self managed to get along with this girl. He couldn't be THAT different, could he? "Can you fill me in my...our...life a bit? I'm working with no background."

Lyssa coudn't help it; she giggled out loud. It was quiet, but it was still there. The thought of having any sort of connection with Snape was just too funny. "Here, Draco," she said, "we have no sort of connection with Snape other than professor. If we did, he might be a little nicer to me. And the goblins could sort out their own wars if we'd let them." Then Lyssa ran her hand through her hair, forgetting momentarily that she' pulled it up, so her fingers got tangled for a short moment. She looked up at the ceiling, thoughtful for a moment. "Well, here you're a lot less bratty towards me, although with other people you're about the same. And, I don't suggest making me angry, because Cassie's habits have been rubbing off on me." Then Lyssa remembered that this Draco didn't know Cassie. "She's my best friend, and she likes punching people in the face when they make her mad." Lyssa thought for another moment. "There's no much else to say that you shouldn't be able to figure out yourself. Although, if you do have questions, just ask."

This was probably the most attentively Draco had listened to a girl in ages. He had heard so much of Pansy's whining little voice that he'd managed to block out the whole wavelength that carried the sounds of young girls, but he knew he needed to know what was going on here. The less he knew, the more likely he was to make a fool of himself or, worse, make a fool of the family name. Although, this Lyssa didn't seem too worried about that in the first place. Draco raised his eyebrows at the mention of a girl named Cassie. "You mean she fights like a Muggle?" he asked, disgusted. He couldn't imagine raising a fist to anyone like some kind of barbarian. If you were going to attack, magic was the dignified way, and it also allowed to be much further away from whoever you were getting at. "And the goblins weren't able to sort out their wars before wizards even discovered them. Why do you think they've never stopped warring? Don't you pay any attention in History of Magic?" Lifting his elbows from the table, Draco leaned back in his chair and very nearly smiled when he saw the goblet and plate return, now filled with decent food, including a heaping pile of fluffy yellow eggs. "Now that is breakfast," he muttered to himself, setting in on it. He hoped whichever house elf had made the first batch was banging its head against the marble flooring right now.

"Well," Lyssa said, having a feeling she was going to argue with Draco about Cassie a lot, "she's half Muggle, so I would imagine so." She wondered vaguely if this Draco would react the same to Cassie as her normal brother had. "Well, if the goblins want to fight then we should let them to it. And for your information, no I don't listen in that class and I plan to fail out of it at OWLs." Lyssa noticed that food had appeared on Draco's plate when he moved his elbows from the table and finally noticed that there had already been food on hers, since her elbows had never touched the table. "You really should stop distracting me from my food."

Draco was so engaged in what could have been championship egg-eating that he didn't really register what his supposed sister was saying. Replaying what she'd said in his mind, he spit out a mouthful of egg into his napkin and looked up at Lyssa as if she were a patient at an insane asylum. "You associate with a Mudblood? They'll have you burned off the tapestry!" The rest of her words completely slipped his mind as he tried to wrap his mind around the concept of a Malfoy even allowing themselves within a certain distance of someone with dirtied blood.

Lyssa promptly put down the fork she had picked up to eat with. Her eyes narrowed at Draco, and a scowl crossed her face. "Look," she said, tone coming out harshly and nearly snappy, "if you ever use that word in my presence ever again, whether you're referring to my friends or not, I will not hesitate at hitting you in the face and then hexing you with whatever I can think of." She stopped for a moment, giving him time to process the threat. "And I could care less about any stupid tapestry. I could honestly not care any less than I already do about most of this family anyway."

Draco, appalled at this display of devotion for a girl who wasn't even on their level of being, sat his fork down. For a moment, he debated staying to finish the eggs, but instead picked up his plate, fork and all, and turned to walk away. Glancing over his shoulder, he shook his head at the girl who'd just proved herself to be everything a Malfoy was not. He climbed the stairs and ambled to the west wing, glad that his room was at least still the same. What the hell was this Lyssa thinking? And how was his father letting her get away with it. "At least someone must have sense in this world," he muttered to himself, eating his eggs as he walked through his door, happy to see the green walls and bookcase full of the curse books he'd read all the time when he was a child. He didn't think he'd be going back downstairs any time soon. Maybe if he just ignored the situation, it would go away.

Lyssa rolled her eyes as Draco left the room. This Draco was utterly ridiculous she decided. With a shrug to herself, howerver, Lyssa just went back to eating her breakfast, still quite hungry. She'd gotten way too sidetracked this morning already. As she ate, she wondered just where the Draco she was used to had gone and why this new one was there instead, and an assortment of other things as well, none of which she had an answer to at the moment. It bothered her slightly, but there was really nothing she could think of to do.

Carefully sitting down at his desk instead of getting eggs all over his bed, Draco continued to eat his breakfast, glad that his table didn't have the same charms as the table that kept him from propping his elbows up while he ate. One of the few things that bothered him about being a Pureblood were the manners one had to affect; although, he would probably put down a Muggleborn for not behaving the same way. He didn't feel hypocritical doing it, and that probably said a lot about him, but it wasn't something that he ever really considered about himself. Starting out his window onto the Manor's version of a Quidditch pitch, he muttered to himself about Lyssa, the girl who supposedly shared his DNA. "Thinks she's smart just because I've never even been in this world....how am I supposed to know this is even real? And knocking about with half-Muggles like she isn't wizarding royalty...disgraceful." Looking down at his now empty plate, Draco contemplated getting one of the house elves to take it back down to the kitchens, but then decided to press his luck on going back down to the dining room. Perhaps the girl would be gone and his father would be less busy and ready to deal with this. Walking into the dining room, he saw that he had no such luck.

"Oh, you're still here. Damn, thought for a minute I might have the Black madness and you'd just pop out of existence the same way you'd popped in." Draco set his plate on the table and snapped his fingers. Within a few seconds, and almost too quickly to be seen, one of the house elves (Noddy, perhaps?) had grabbed it up and taken it away.

Lyssa, whose head had been resting on the table since she'd fnished her breakfast, looked up when Draco's voice interupted her thoughts. "Excuse me for existing," she said in a voice that sounded clearly irriatated, so much in fact that it nearly sounded like she had snapped at him. "Now go wander off and do something productive while I try to figure out a way out of this mess. I'm not sure I can actually put up with you that much longer without going mad from your horrible attitude."

Draco rolled his eyes. For being worried about his attitude, she sure seemed like she could use a Cheering Charm or two. Treating him as if he weren't who he was. Draco paused to go over that sentence in his head, then decided he didn't have to justify it because he hadn't said it aloud. "I doubt you're trying to figure out a way to fix this. You're the one who said not ten minutes ago that we should just wait it out, as if I didn't have a life to carry on over there in my world. On the other hand, I'm sure your Draco's living it up on my side, finally getting to be an only child like he was supposed to be. Wonky world."

Lyssa growled under her breath at Draco. "Look," she said in a harsh tone, standing from her chair and walking towards him, eyes narrowed, "I'm not in the mood to put up with you right now. You are an enormous brat and I want nothing more than to hex you right now, but I'm not going to because that would get us nowhere. I'm also well aware of what I said then. But I'm saying this now, I don't want to have to put up with you any more than I absolutely have to, since you aren't really my brother, seeing as he's probably somewhere in your life." She stopped for a moment, looking at this imposter Draco. "Now, either do something productive or go mope around and get nowhere. Your desicion."

Draco took a wary step backwards, not frighten but taken aback by the fierceness of the girl. If it did anything, it assured him of the fact that this girl must definitely have a bit of Lucius Malfoy's blood running through her. He backed up another step before he allowed himself to talk, calmer than he would have expected himself to be. "What am I supposed to do?" he asked, arms hanging limply at his side, useless. It wasn't often that he had to do things for himself, especially when he had no idea what he was supposed to be doing.

Lyssa frowned at Draco eyes still narrowed in her annoyance. "Be productive for one. It would be nice. How about you stop acting like a brat, or like king of the freaking world and help me think of something? Who knows, it might actually work with two brains thinking of it, although I don't really expect you to be much help." She shrugged lightly at him and walked back to her chair from before, sitting down and resting her head on her hands, once again lost in thought.

Glad to see Lyssa retreat, he shook his head. "You're not very good at answering questions. You're very vague." He wandered over the opposite end of their large dining room table and sat. "I offered an idea, in which we consult an adult, who would probably know more about this than a few thirteen-year-olds. You shot me down. It's your turn."

Lyssa looked over at Draco as he sat down at the table. "I did say that you could involve an adult if you wanted to. I just said that I wouldn't have anything to do with it if it involved Snape in any way," she said, sighing after she stopped talking. She just wanted this to go back to normal already, and this Draco hadn't even been around for an hour.

Draco rolled his eyes. Honestly, how much different could Professor Snape be in this world? Wasn't the only difference here the fact that he had a sister? What was her problem with the man who, in his real life, was a guiding figure and definitely a person to turn to in a tough spot. "Well, who do you suggest then? You've vetoed my option, and I don't know who we turn to for help here."

Lyssa rolled her eyes. "I only vetoed Snape because of his obvious dislike of Gryffindors, meaning his dislike of me," she said. "I would go to McGonagall in this case. She's probably the adult I trust the most right now." Then Lyssa shrugged slightly, frowning. Today was not going how she had ever hoped for it to go.

Draco smiled slightly at the girl's words, the first time he had done such. After a moment, though, it was clear that she wasn't jesting with him. "McGonagall? You're making a joke, right? She wouldn't help me if I was hanging off the cliffs of Dover by a fingernail." He let out a bitter laugh as he thought of the detention he'd received in his first year.

Lyssa frowned. "Well then," she said, raising an eyebrow, "who do you suggest we go to since neither of the people we would go to will apparently help us both at the same time?" She stopped for a short moment, wondering if that question had even made any sense. She decided that it had and waited for a reply to it.

Taking a moment to pick apart the question in his brain, Draco pouted silently as he tried to think. There was no way he was going to Catwoman for help, and apparently Snape didn't like this twin sister of his. Dumbledore was out of the question, obviously, and their father had already proved that he wasn't interested in paying attention to this matter of importance. "Why is everyone so useless?" he whinged.

Lyssa sighed at Draco. "Because we have differing opinions and incredibly high standards for who we ask for help from," she offered as an answer to his question. "How about we do this the old-fashioned way. We can put the names of people we'd go to for help in a hat, and then pull one out and that's who we go to, paying no mind to the grievances that the other person has with them."

Draco considered his options. He could sit here and do nothing in this pear-shaped world. He could go to Snape by himself and hope that he would be able to help without having Lyssa's side of what was going on. He didn't like either of these options. With a sigh, he nodded. "Fine. But we need more than two. How about three a piece?"