𝙃𝙄𝙍𝘼𝙀𝙏𝙃; 𝐷𝑟𝑎𝑐𝑜 𝑀𝑎𝑙𝑓𝑜𝑦

ONE

The summer had ended. In a few days Annalise would had to return to Hogwarts school of witchcraft and wizardry. She would meet her beloved friends again, she would return to her normal school routine.

The summer was a continual routine of bemusement and melancholy. She'd  rarely left her room which was filled with hues and shades of dark purple and blue. She'd rarely wander around the enormous Adler mansion halls and she'd hardly ever speak to her family. Instead, she'd spend countless hours snooping around the library. By the end of August she'd had already read every book about healing, dark arts, transfiguration and potions.

She'd go to the empty room at the end of the hall and experimented with potion making. She'd also bring a numerous amount of vessels and tried to turn them into something else. She'd often try to transfigure them into cats, rabbits or small plants. She had improved dramatically and her knowledge had expanded in an impervious, illogical way.

Annalise had done everything in her power to make the most of her summer and train herself to became the best healer she could. One thing about this subtle art draw her. She'd think about after the two remaining years in Hogwarts. The idea of her studying around Europe and become a healer was idealistic, she would do everything for her dream to come true.

She had so much time over the summer to get closer into fulfilling her goal.

Annalise's relationship with her family was far from ideal. Her mother hid a rather intense hatred for her while her sister had been taught by her mother to do the same. The two of them would do everything in their powers to shutter the girl mentally, to make her feel the worse and worse by the day.By the end of the summer Annalise's confidence was downright on the floor, she would hate the the way her petite figure hid underneath her luxurious dress robes, she would hate her red long hair, her green eyes, her ruby lips. Everything seemed like a constant reminder to hate her appearance.

Fortunately, Annalise had better luck with the fatherly figure of the house. Her father was always loving, he would ask her about her day, her feelings, he'd take the time and help her improve at the healing art. He was the one who inspired her to start studying. She loved him dearly and she felt like he was her friend. She felt like he was the only person who cared, they only person she had to talk to.

Annalise was sitting on her desk, writing a letter to her friend Scarlett to update her news. She folded the parchment and placed into the yellowish folder as she sealed it with wax.

"Here midnight!" Her soft, sweet voice spoke as she handed the folder to her snowy owl and waited until she was out of sight.

In two days she would be at Hogwarts again, in two days she would be with people who respect her and people she was familiar with, people she could talk to.

Bang!

The door swan open only to reveal a average height brunette witch with big hazel eyes. She was wearing red dress robes which had fair amount of embroidered roses in a darker shade of red. Her skinny figure looked deft under the dress robes as a semi- humble v- neck was revealing her collar bones.

She was gorgeous, in an almost inhuman way. She a emitted a uncommon feminine, confident air. It was like every feature, every mole, every part of her was made to be envied.

"We are expecting the Malfoys try to look somewhat decent" Joshephinas high pitch voice shrieked "now I would have sent one of the house elves to inform you but father told me to come here myself"

"Tell father that I won't attend, I'm quite busy" Annalise rolled her big eyes to the girl, as she looked out of the window convinced that the girl had taken the hint.