" Your task is to -" there was a pause. " Kill him" She stopped breathing, her skin went pale and her throat was suddenly dry. She clenched her fist under the table, her body slightly shaking in front of him. She couldn't hear anything, it was like...
The song used at the top is the Old Russian Waltz, play it when the dance starts! I spent a whole 5 minds trying to find how to spell mime BAKSHSJSH
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THE BALL - trigger warning, abuse, neglect, etc.
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ELLSE MALFOY-
The dress was a beautiful crimson red color. It was made of silk — Mother's favorite. She smiled as she put it on, she felt—
Pretty.
Gorgeous even.
Her head turned as she heard a knock on the door, it was more than likely Blaise. They always went together when it comes to social events. Father always liked Blaise, he was a friend of Draco, Pureblood, Slytherin. She always had to surround herself with Draco's friends — Honestly, she couldn't make my her own in fear her father would disapprove of them.
" Hurry up!" The voice banged on the door as she flinched from the sudden noise, she let out a shaky sigh, rolling her eyes before opening the door. Ellse crossed her hands, letting out a small sigh.
" Well, I heard the Dark Lord used manacles for his prisoners." Small little Ellse pressed her ear against the door frame listening to her brother and his friend's conversations.
