I was in the kitchen washing the dishes. Apparently Aunt Cassie doesn't have a dishwasher. We take turns doing the dishes, Cat, Kyle and I. It was my turn that day. The sink was messy with dishes and cups and cutleries. It almost seemed like there had been a feast for at least fifty people earlier.
I had just began washing when a voice behind me said.
"Can I get a cup?."
Without turning around, I knew that was Harry's voice. His presence made a scowl find it's way on my face.
I told him. "Get it yourself."
"I would if I knew where it's kept. And in case you didn't notice, I don't live here."
"Oh really? I never could tell." I rolled my eyes.
"The cups." He said in an irritated voice.
"They're all dirty as you can see. You could help clean them you know." I had now stopped cleanin
