onism | sirius black

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1| asteria malfoy

"Mother," the voice of Lucius Malfoy was heard from the doorway, calm and nonchalant, "She is doing it again."

Magda Malfoy raised her eyes from the book she was reading and turned her head to gaze at her older son, "And have you tried to help her, Lucius?" She already knew the answer to her question, but she never gave up on trying to receive a positive answer.

Her trust in her son was so little that she shook her head and sighed loudly, so he could hear her disappointment, even before he answered her, "You know I can't mother. Her problem is beyond my help. Honestly, the answer to her problem can only be St. Mungo's."

Magda looked at her son with an exasperated face, "Your sister is not insane," she got up from the velvety brown couch and walked past him to the long hall, "Perhaps you shouldn't be so quick to judge when you have so many defects of your own," she spoke coldly and walked away from her older son, trying to forget his constant insults to her daughter.

Brushing her dark hair with her long fingers, Magda only thought of her daughter, her poor daughter. Still so young and with so many problems ahead of her.

Magda was a proud mother and a happy wife, but sometimes she wished things would be different. She wished her family could be happier, she wished her daughter and son didn't have a terrible dark path ahead of them. But that was their destiny. Marrying Abraxas Malfoy, one of the first and most important Death Eaters, was the action that created her family's fate.

The witch accelerated her pace, trying to reach her daughter faster. She needed help. The door to her bedroom was open and she could already hear the desperate voice of their house-elf and the whining of her daughter.

Tears came to Magda's eyes when she saw her fifteen-year-old daughter crying in front of a tall mirror, compulsively blushing her long straight hair until a pool of blond hair was starting to form around her socked feet.

Minnie, the house-elf they got solemnly to look after her daughter, was panicking while trying to catch the lost strands of blonde hair from the ground. Magda gasped when she took in the state of her daughter and rushed to her side, immediately taking the brush from her gloved fingers with a little force and dropping it on the ground.

She placed her cold hands on her daughter's warm cheeks and tried to make her look away from the mirror, "Asteria! Asteria, my love, look at me!" The girl's light eyes twitched as she looked into her mother's dark worried ones, "Get out of there."

She turned her head to look at the mirror again, but Magda was quick to stop her when she pointed her wand at the mirror and it immediately turned blank.

Minnie was still cleaning the ground around Asteria's feet, so Magda helped her daughter walk away from that ground full of blonde hair and directed her to the bed, "You promised you wouldn't do it again," she spoke more sternly than she intended to, making her daughter raise her eyes at her with a frown.

"I was merely brushing my hair, mother," she spoke lowly, but not ashamed, "I wanted it to be perfect."

Magda sighed and placed her hands on her daughter's knees as she crouched in front of her, "I know, honey. Your hair looks perfect. Just don't do it again, alright?"

Asteria nodded her head slowly and brushed her hair with her fingers one more time, just to make sure it was indeed perfect. Meanwhile, Minnie was just finishing cleaning the floor and bowed slightly as she ran out of the room, "Poor her," Asteria spoke quietly, remembering all those times Minnie was there for her when no one else was.