Year 1 - Dynamics - A Harry Potter Fic.

Part 39 - Vyla's POV

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(The Ashum Family Manor)(Vyla's POV)

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(Holiday Break)

Ever since I've been home for the holidays, Mum's been driving me crazy. Every other night, there's some party being held here in the manor. Not to mention she's breathing down my neck every minute of every day. And the parties are the same each time-- dull and boring and typical.

Maybe I should have just stayed with Jay at Hogwarts...

A knock on the door interrupts me from my thoughts, bringing me to attention. I look up and see my mother standing in the door frame, with her infamous 'displeased' expression on. So, nothing new there.

"Why aren't you getting ready for the party?"

I take in a deep breath.

"Well... I was wondering if I could, maybe, pass on this one? Just for tonight?"

She scowls at the mention of being away for one silly party. Because nothing pleases her...

"Honestly, Vylana, I thought you would understand and know better by now! You and I are the best of our family! And that being the case, it is imperative that we uphold our image."

I droop my shoulders forward and lower my head. I guess it was stupid to even think I could have one night of peace. Silly me.

Mother stands tall and claps her hands together.

"Ok. Now then, I expect you to get ready and meet me downstairs to greet the guests."

"Yes, mother..."

She nods before leaving me to it. I sit here on my bed, letting out a heavy sigh. I really wish I had stayed with Jay now...

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[Time||Skip]

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I slowly pace my way down the stairs through my home, surrounded by party guests. I wasn't expecting so many people to come tonight. Then again, most of these people are Mum's 'appearance friends'. Pity.

I come off the last step and take a turn into the kitchen. The busy hustle in the room makes me feel a bit better. It reminds me of the hustle in the halls back at school. But here, I like it because it's all staff rushing around me. Not stuck up witches and wizards who only care about their images. The only thing that concerns the staff is doing their jobs.

I pull one of them aside and request a drink. Just a plain and simple butterbeer. Nothing fancy. The staff hands me the drink and goes back to work. I hum a note and take a sip of my beverage. Refreshing. Just what I need to overcome the stress of all these parties.

I take a step back into the hall and instantly-- much to my irritation -- feel a force run into me, causing me to SPILL my drink. I gasp, ready to curse out whoever's just done this. But as I see that it is Draco, I feel that he deserved it. Especially for the asshat he was the last time I spoke to him. My butterbeer was just a willing sacrifice.

"How dare you! I just got this suit tailor--- Oh. Vyla?"

I lock eyes with Draco and shoot him a smug smirk.

"What's that look for?" Draco gruffs.

I give him a glance, looking him up and down before meeting his gaze again.