The Resistance

Icecream was bliss. Seriously, if there was something that made Liam Bennett utterly content, it was icecream. Which was exactly why he hadn't waited for his sister finally to arrive before buying his icecream. He'd buy another one she arrived. And then another one when they would leave. He also knew that after this, he would at least spent two hours straight flying to burn off all the icecream he ate. To lose the feeling of guilt he would feel. He knew himself, yet he did the same thing every time.

Liam propped up his feet on the empty chair next to him and winked at a girl that walked passed them. He felt utterly satisfied when he saw a blush form on her cheeks. He smiled at her, knowing perfectly well how to make girls melt.

This was why he missed Hogwarts, it had been so much more fun there, having people to serve him at every beck and call. He quite liked the fact he could usher girls into doing what he wanted with his charms, and younger students with his strength. He just needed to flex his muscles at both and he'd have them running. Liam laughed out loud, taking another bite of his icecream. Those had been good times, adults were so much harder to manipulate.

Ice cream sounded like a good idea. Izzie had only just finished practice and had decided that she didn't care what she looked like, she wanted ice cream. Especially if Liam was going to buy. If Liam was going to buy, she'd get something huge, just to annoy him a little. After all, she told herself, she had worked very hard that morning, and would undoubtedly fly again. Or do something.

She made her way toward the ice cream parlour, and spotted her brother's distinguishable curly hair from a mile off, smirking as she noticed he was already ploughing his way through an ice cream. She wondered briefly if this was the first of many, or whether he had already started and this was actually several ice creams down the line. A girl nearby blushed, and Isobel had a ninety per cent certainty that this would be something to do with Liam. He was a player, twenty years of bitchy comments from girls he had broken the hearts of had told her that.

As she approached him she heard him laugh, and she tilted her head to the side questioningly as she batted his feet off the chair and seated herself upon it. "You know, laughing to yourself is the first sign of madness. You should maybe get that checked out," she said, grinning, before making a swipe for his ice cream and licking the other side. "Mmm, that's good. I'll have the same." She smiled, bringing her feet up to rest on the edge of the table as she rocked back in her chair. "How's my favourite twin brother doing?"

Liam grinned as his sister finally came to join him. He scowled at her when she licked at his icecream, quickly pulling it away so it was out of her reach. "Well maybe I am a bit mad, aren't we all?" he told her, taking a lick of his own icecream as he signed the waitress over and ordered his sister the same of what he was having. He couldn't stop himself and stared at her arse when she walked away. He was a bit disappointed to, even a pretty face like hers couldn't make up for a dreadful arse like that.

"I shall ignore the fact I am your only twin brother and bask in the compliment I was given. I'm fine thanks," he told her, grinning even more as he turned back on his seat and faced his sister. His eyes scanned her form and he raised one eyebrow. "Aren't you looking dashing?" he said sarcastically. Seriously, a girl should not go out looking like that. Even if his sister had the same genes as him, which meant she was positively beautiful, sweat and dirt wasn't really working for her.

"How's practice been then?" he asked her, running one hand through his curly hair as he licked his icecream again. She had been right though, it tasted fantastic. "By the looks of you, you've fallen off your broom at least twice, losing your touch sister? Will I not even have to try my hardest if I want to beat you next time?" he teased with a smirk.

"Maybe you are," Izzie said, grinning as he took back the ice cream. "The rest of us are completely fine, I'll have you know." She followed his gaze back to the waitress and smirked. "She's pretty," she commented idly. "If you're going to go for that sort of thing." She looked at his face and raised her eyebrows. "Spill then. What was wrong with her? Was she too plain or something for your lofty standards?"

Izzie flipped him the finger and fluffed her hair up a bit. "Well, can't dress up too much, can I? It's universally accepted that you gawk at anything that moves. Pervert." She grinned and nudged him playfully. "Just remember I stroked your ego. Leave mine alone." She summoned over a waiter and ordered herself an ice cream, before leaning back in her chair and stretching her arms out behind her, yawning.

"Practice was great," she said, before pulling a face at his words. "I did not fall off. I am not that shoddy, Bennett. You won't beat us. You'll get your arse kicked by a bunch of girls because everyone knows that men just suck. It's just a sad fact of life. The female of the species is far superior." Her ice cream arrived and she took a lick, before pointing her finger at him as she thought of another point. "Except for those ditzy peroxide make-up obsessed fake American accent orange chicks who should all be lined up and shot."

Liam chuckled, his sister knew him all too well. "It´s her arse," he told her with a sigh, lounging back in his chair, crossing one arm over his chest as he used the other to hold up his icecream and lick at it. "As you might´ve noticed, it isn´t there. I don´t really go for that sort of thing you know. Don´t quite like having nothing to cushion her when I throw her on my bed," he said with a smirk.

"Anything that moves might be a bit overrated. Anything that moves with a gorgeous arse and a set of boobs might be more accurate," he offered, not even bothering to deny it. It was true after all. "Not that I would ever dream of staring at you sister, I would rather gauge my eyes out. I suppose that would be a much pleasurable sensation," he told her with a wink. "And your ego is too much fun to tease, I couldn´t leave it alone if I bothered trying," he added.

Liam laughed again. "The female species is superior, in your dreams yeah. The day that you beat us will be the day I fail to charm a girl into my bed," he told her, ignoring her pointy finger as he smirked. "And I´ll have you know that those ditzy peroxide make-up obsessed fake American accent orange chicks, as you nicely put it, are quite entertaining in the bedroom," he said, taking the first bite of the cone as he finished all the icecream that had been sticking out above it. Nearly time for a new one then.

"Ugh, aren't you delightful," Isobel said, wrinkling her nose as she licked her ice cream. "Sexist pig. And general pig, that was fast. Hungry or just a machine?" She grinned and shrugged. "Hey ho, your uncushioned waitress may return. You can think of another way to insult her."

She grinned at Liam's words. "Glad to hear it," she said, beaming. "I'd even supply you with the spoon to do it." She enjoyed meeting with her brother purely for the banter. The two of them being competitive just added to her enjoyment with the teasing. Isobel enjoyed teasing. She especially enjoyed it when that she was teasing would not take mortal offence.

She took another lick of her ice cream and nearly choked when her brother voiced his opinion. "So personality is not something that particularly matters in your book, then? Blimey, do you have any standards at all, Liam?" she asked, laughing. "Foul boy. Too much information." She grinned, and shook her head. "Any plans for a substantial relationship in the making? I do require nieces and nephews at some point, you do realise. I hope you've been considering my basic needs as your darling sister whom you love deeply."

Liam shrugged off the accusation, grinning still and quickly finishing his cone before the waiter returned with his second one. He kind of regretted buying the same flavour now, he had preferred to have another one. "Ah well, what can I say. I am just brutally honest. And you can't say there was more then skin and bones on that arse really. Someone should break it to her, maybe she'll eat more then," he cotninued with a grin.

"You are too kind sister," he laughed, taking the last bite of his cone and licking his fingers. He loved spending time with his sister, she was actually one of the only girls he could stand being around without actually having sex with them. Or going on the date to ensure them to have sex with him. THere should be more girls like his sister, maybe then Liam would actually consider a relationship.

"Personality matters only for those who don't have a face to hide it behind. They need something to fall back on," he told her, winking at the waitress as she returned with his second cone. She gave him his icecream and then he turned back to Izzie. "You'll get your nieces and nephews from a brother that isn't me. I have no desire to father a child," he said, rolling his eyes. "You'll have children, I'll be there fun uncle. And everything will be fine."

"Glad to hear you condone eating," Isobel commented, winking. "If you were an anorexia promoter I would have to call you a chauffist pig. But no, you've saved yourself a little. Well done, Liam." She grinned and looked around, before frowning a little. "Who is that?" she asked, pointing over his shoulder, before grabbing his ice cream and smooshing it into his face. "Oh! Golly! What a terrible accident!" she exclaimed in a falsely posh voice as she flicked the ice cream on her own cone at his hair, grinning as it reached it's target. "Whoever will date you now?" She bit on her lip and looked around for the waitress he had been eying up.

"Excuse me," she said, looking at the waitress, "would you ever date my brother? He looks lovely in ice cream, doesn't he?" She grinned and looked back at Liam. "Of course, he's quite picky about looks. Obviously someone who looks a bit like the monster from a child's nightmare at the moment has a right to be. But of course, he won't be offended if you tell him your exact opinion of a man who gets his ice cream all down him, after all, he's fond of criticising others." She smiled. "Have a nice day, my love."

Izzie bit into the cone, all that was now left of her ice cream, and looked back at her brother. "And who is the superior gender now?" she asked, humming. "Ooooh I do believe it is the X chromosome carriers!"

"Well, I suppose I should be flattered you think I'm a pig, and not a chauffist pig. But yes, I do like my girls with a healthy amount of flesh on their bones. Don't want to pointy things to stick out while I touch them," he told her, knowing he was probably not making her opinion about him any better. The smirk on his lips grew wider. Though it disappeared when his sister smooshed her icecream right into his face. Liam let out a loud yelp at the coldness dripping down his skin.

"Are you mad!" he cried, flailing his arms to wipe the icecream from his face. She ignored him though, and went to talk to the waitress he had made fun of only seconds ago. Liam gave his sister the angriest look he could muster while covered in icecream. He was sure it was very convincing.

He got off his chair, reached behind his sister and dumped his own icecream down the back of her shirt, a satisfied smirk covering his face again. "Oops, it must've slipped," he mocked. "I do believe you're wrong," he added, placing his now empty cone on top of her head. "Although you do look cute in icecream," he added with a chuckle.

Isobel couldn't help the laughter that spilled out at her brother's expression, rocking back in her chair as she giggled, when all of a sudden she was cut off by a gasp as something icy cold went down her back. "LIAM!" she yelled, launching herself at her brother and catching him around the waist, pulling them both to the ground as she tried to clamber on top of him, grinning widely.

"Are you sorry?" she asked him, kneeling on his back a little, hoping if she pressed hard enough he wouldn't be able to flip her off. "Say sorry!"

Liam yelped as his sister tackled him to the ground, and his face was pressed into the ground. He could feel dirt sticking to his face, the ice cream residue still dripping from his hair to his face. She leaned on his back, but Liam wasn't going to give up that easily. There was no way he would let himself be beaten by a girl, no matter if she was his sister.

He struggled until he got the upper hand, flipping them both over and climbing on top of her, holding her down with both hands on her shoulder. "No! You say sorry for doing this!" he let one shoulder go and pointed to his dirt-covered face; "To my face!"

Isobel felt herself be flipped over and cursed a little, trying to fight his grip and whack away the grip he had on her shoulders. "Never!" she yelled at him, kicking at him. "It's an improvement, far as I'm concerned!" She smiled as widely as she could, still thrashing beneath him.

After a while though, she decided to stop, shifting so that she could fold her arms. "I ain't apologising. We can stay here all day. I'm not saying sorry!" She smiled stubbornly, the ice cream smearing up her back making her back begin to ache. "I don't mind staying here for another age if you don't."

It only took a few seconds to become bored and want to start thrashing again, but Izzie bit her lip and swallowed any complaints rising to the surface. She would win this competition. She would.