Fifth Book
First Week of Summer Break, 1995
Summer of Seventh Year
Lucius had a way of pushing Ara's buttons. The blonde liked to believe that she had a fairly strong grip on her emotions, but all it took was a measly comment from her father to derail that notion.
"-I don't care!"
"Well you should, you ungrateful child!"
Ara had always wished that she had inherited her mother's calculated ability to control her emotions. It was due to this calculated ability that Narcissa was able to sit in the Malfoy teahouse and watch her daughter and husband scream at one another between sips of earl-grey.
Narcissa's eyes danced between the two of them carefully, she was waiting for one of them to slip up, for something that called for her to interrupt to happen. It would happen soon. It always did.
"I refuse to act like Voldemort-"
There it was. Narcissa shot up from her chair and calmly walked over to Ara.
"You've always lacked respect! He is your lord, refer to him as such!"
Ara laughed, manically really, which Narcissa despised. It reminded her of Bellatrix. Ara, as of late, reminded her too much of Bellatrix.
She missed when her daughter reminded her of Andromeda.
"Go to your room, Ara," Narcissa warned, while beginning to guide her daughter out of the room.
"My lord?" The blonde asked, she was smiling and pulled away from her mother. "-You may have signed your soul away to that maniac, but I haven't, and I refuse to behave as though I have!"
"I realize! And it's a good thing, you don't have the discipline-" Lucius sneered.
"The discipline? For what, murder?"
Lucius looked to be in near shock, which signaled that Ara had struck a nerve, and that was just what she wanted. Her mother realized this.
"Ara," Narcissa said abruptly, which only resulted in her daughter glancing at her for a moment. Lucius had set the blonde off, and it would take more than her mothers warning tone to stop her.
"How many Muggles have you murdered, Lucius? In the name of your lord, how many have you tortured?!"
It happened in a flash. Lucius' arm flew across Ara's face, and a sharp slap echoed through the room.
Everyone was silent.
Ara's hand had flown up to cradle her cheek, which was stinging and very red, while Narcissa looked between her husband and daughter in utter shock.
During Ara's childhood, a whack with her father's cane or a slap upside the head had not been uncommon, but Lucius' physical punishments had never been this bold before.
The Malfoy man had made the mistake of thinking his daughter would recoil like she had when he hit her while she was a child.
I'll kill him.
"Where's my wand?" Ara asked her mother after a few moments of tense silence. She'd lowered her hand from her cheek, where a hand print had started to form, and was glaring at her father.
Narcissa had, peculiarly, chosen to take her children's wands this summer; a practice she had never implemented before.
"Ara, please-" Narcissa began.
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