Changing World

"Well I guess so," Cassie said.

"Suppose now's a good time...Come with me? So I don't get my head chopped off right away?"

"Okay," Cassie said thinking that this was a really bad idea.

Lyssa nodded. "Floo or Apparation?" Although, she was thinking Apparation was a bad idea, because with the condition her knees were in upon landing she would probably fall in a heap.

"Either or."

"Well either way won't end too pleasantly, but with Floo we'd be inside before I can get chucked out."

"Point, i'll go first I suppose." She grabbed some floo throwing it into the fireplace and appeared in her living room.

Lyssa took a deep breath and followed after Cassie, crying out and swearing when her abused knees buckled upon stopping and tumbling out.

Cassie winced slightly as Lyssa's somewhat nosy entrance alerted the house to their presence. "Mum?" Cassie called. "You alright Cassie?" Cassie heard Sam call. "Yeah, I am. And um, don't spaz." "What have you done this time Cassie?" "I havn't done anything." Sam entered the room.

Lyssa was sitting on the ground, nursing her knees when Sam walked in.

Sam looked at Lyssa. "Cassie," She said her tone warningly.

"Sam," Lyssa said, trying to push herself to a standing position. "I'm sorry."

Sam looked at Lyssa, wondering how to respond to the girl. Who looked in quite a state. Sam wondered what on earth had happened. Sam how-ever didn't forgive quite as easily as her daughter. "We'll have to see about that won't we?" She asked, but Cassie could see in the way her stand turned less feirce that Lyssa was at least somewhat forgiven.

"Suppose so," Lyssa muttered, finally standing up, although somewhat unsteadily. The injuries on her knees were throbbing like mad from hitting the floor. "Is...is Lizzie around. I owe her an apology too."

Sam nodded. "I'll get her," She left the room going upstairs to get Lizzie.

When Sam was gone Lyssa looked at Cassie. "Least I'm not dead yet..."

"Yet, I am somewhat doubtful Lizzie will be as..well yeah. As my mother." Which she wasn't, Lizzie entered the room with a very irritated expression on her face. "What?" She asked Lyssa, her arms folded across her chest.

"I just...I'm sorry, Liz," Lyssa muttered.

"Are you know?" Lizzie asked raising an eyebrow. "Funny about that."

Lyssa didn't respond, instead looking down at her feet.

Lizzie looked at her for a moment, before turning on her foot and exiting the room.

"Well that went well," Lyssa muttered.

"Don't mind Lizzie, she still hates the guy across the road for throwing a ball in her direction and causing her to break one of her china dolls when she was about eight. She tends to hold on to these type of things."

Lyssa shrugged. "Wouldn't expect anything less from your sister." Then she sighed. "Suppose going home would be a good idea now, but first I need to check and make sure the scrapes on my knees didn't reopen when I fell down."

"I can heal them if you want," Cassie said.