The Tribrid Slytherin (Draco Malfoy)

Vines and Roses

For some time the world seemed quiet. I drifted in and out of conversation; of paying attention to the current situation. I bit the inside of my lip. A sharp sun ray hit my eyes at just the wrong moment and they squinted on instinct. I removed my legs from one arm of the chair and swiveled in the other direction. I threw my legs up onto the other arm and crossed them over one another. That's better.

I covered my mouth with my hand and yawned. Words traveled through one ear and out of the other like a cool wind, barely audible. After minutes of contemplating the universe and other vast subjects I suppose, I came to a conclusion. A conclusion that hit my gut hard like a canon. An epiphany, if you will.

My ankles are huge.

I pursed my lips and pointed my wand at the material of my sneakers. I transfigured them into high tops. I moved my feet back and forth. I let out a satisfied sigh and leaned further into the chair.

"And you were never supposed to..." I watched the second hand on a wall clock move in a circular motion. Sweet Circe, how long have I been here? "...for that reason if you were to ever meet each other..." I wonder what they're having for dinner at Hogwarts. Probably Italian or something warm. "...and no one should have to- Pure are you even listening to me?!"

I lazily moved my head to the side, just enough to face him. Oh right, for the past five minutes my dad has been giving us a long and ill-prepared speech for why exactly he kept his daughter a secret for fifteen years. I glide my eyes across the room. Caroline, Hope, and my dad waited expectantly for my answer, so I shrugged.

"No."

My father sighed, putting one hand over his forehead, the other on his hip. He paced back and forth. "You aren't making this situation any easier."

I rolled my eyes, "Okay? Neither are you but at least I'm not a raging liar."

"You're just like your mother."

"My mother raised me. Something I can't exactly say for you."

"Well, I-

"You know, raised me while you were off with my sister!" I gestured to Hope. She still appeared baffled by the entire conversation so I looked back. My dad's lip curled in anger and his arms were now crossed over his chest. "Oh correct me, my half-sister. Because who knows how many supernatural women you have fooled around with instead of raising me."

"Don't start with this-!

"Then there's Elijah, who was kind enough to be honest with me, and Kol, Rebekah, Freya, some bloke named Marcel," I barked out a laugh and looked toward the blonde head-mistress, "You were probably with Caroline as well, yeah?"

She snapped her head in my dad's direction and scoffed. "Seriously? I can't believe you told people about that!"

He put his hands up defensively and stepped back. "Woah, I didn't tell her anything." He looked over to me, "I didn't tell you anything," he muttered angrily, but tried to hide his evident fear of Caroline, which amused me. "Kol did the honors. He told me the whole story, quite pathetic Father." I covered my mouth so as to not show the laugh escaping my closed lips.

His face turned a shade of red. I could not decipher whether it was caused by anger or embarrassment, probably both.

"Okay, so what I have been able to process..." our attention goes to Hope who leans forward with her head in her hands, "...is that she," she points to me, "is my half-sister, who is also a year older than me, making her..." she gestured to Dad, "...your firstborn."

He nods his head, "Yes, that is correct."

I point my wand up and conjure temporary confetti that shoots into the air above me. "Woo who go team!"