Eclipse ; Draco Malfoy

Chapter Eight

Sometimes the smallest light shines the brightest.

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aurora forsythe

I adore New Years more than any occasions. Why you may ask?

I love New Year because it gives serotonin to my body.

Fireworks everywhere, cold weather, gift givings, and loud chattering from every houses, family gatherings and much more festivities.

It is also the start of new beginnings in life.

Aside from that, the Ministry of Magic annually hosts a party to celebrate along with the workers' family.

We were currently at a huge and fancy hotel that can accommodate thousands of people.

My father works with Mr. Weasley. They are working on the Misuse of the Muggle Artefacts. Luckily, my dad, Thomas Forsythe, knows much about muggles because we once lived in the Muggle World, which made their jobs easier.

My mum, Charlotte Forsythe is part of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement.

They are both pureblooded wizards and witches.

Lots of Ministry workers are now gathered here, chatting inside the event hall. Some are drinking to escape the weight of their jobs, some are alone, enjoying the sound of music.

I don't usually hang out with other worker's children. I'm just chilling around with a glass of firewhiskey in my hand, appreciating the beauty of this place.

Then a memory of Cedric Diggory passed through my mind.

"Would you be my dance at the Yule Ball?" he asked along with his Hufflepuff friends.

If there's one guy I'm waiting for to ask me, it would be George; my secret crush.

A poor soul he was.

This event hall is massive and spacious and is overly-decorated. The music is so loud but is good.

I wonder if my Weasley friends would be here too, to celebrate with us. But they don't usually go to parties.

Due to boredom and stress from my leftover projects, I didn't notice I have finished four glasses of firewhiskey now and I feel a bit giddy.

I am not supposed to be drinking but I thought this would be a great escape after all the unbelievable happenings inside Hogwarts and before I left the house earlier, my father and I had an argument.

I mean, I love New Years but I told him I don't have the energy to go tonight, but he insisted and forced me to.

And so here am I, drunk.

"Trying to escape reality?" asked a heavy-sounding voice from behind me.

I turned around only to see Malfoy. Goodness, even here he'll still follow me?

"Why are you here? Are you following me around?" I said in a very tipsy tone, rolling my eyes.

He laughed beneath his breath, "My father works for the Ministry too, don't you remember?" he replied as he grab a glass of Dragon Tear Whiskey from the butler.

"Well, if you're here to tease me again, sorry but I'm not in the mood. I have loads of problems and I want to relax." I said in a very groggy tone.

I stood up on my feet, almost out of balance. I walk past the door at my back and from not so far away, I saw a gazebo with glass roof on top, built strongly in the middle of the flower field.