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-𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 31- ༄ 𝐌𝐚𝐥𝐟𝐨𝐲 𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐫
𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐑 𝐘/𝐍,
I think it's a wonderful idea. What's all this talk about Tom, hm? The y/n I knew wouldn't waste her gifts on a boy, much less one that is planning on mass genocide. I understand your concern, but London isn't so far away. My house guests should be arriving soon. Mum is having a special dinner but we'll be over tomorrow.
See you later,
Lucius
Y/n let out a shaky breath as she extended her leg, her quad muscles burned as she looked up, viewing herself in the mirror, before eating her leg fall. The slippers let out a quiet clank as she crossed the floor, leaping through the air elegantly.
Sweat dripped from her forehead as she landed on her feet, taking in as much air as her lungs could allow, before letting out the air. She reached for her water bottle, gulping in the water. She was sure it had never tasted so sweet.
"Miss. De Lune. Letter for you." Ana spoke, setting the letter down on the small table beside the door. Y/n smiled, as Ana walked back out. She spirited to the table, ripping open the letter. She sank to the ground. House guests? She questioned. She'd definitely check it out. It certainly couldn't be him.
Somewhere in y/n's mind, there is a string of thoughts that have no rhythm, or pattern in particular. they simply exist in the deep sea that is her mind. washing over her in the moment. thoughts of tom. thoughts of how he talks, or looks. More specifically, his absence, and how dearly she'd missed him.
"y/n!" Ana called out. y/n's ears perked up, before she quickly took her pointe shoes off. Since Mrs. De Lune's unfortunate demise, the house, the land surrounding, and the De Lune's billionaire fortune went to their one and only offspring. The business still belonged to the Malfoy's, of course, but y/n got a large percent of all profits made. This information had been discovered in Charles De Lunes hidden will. The one that Tom had so fortunately found.
Y/n rightfully rehired Ana, allowing her to stay at the estate, with her daughter while she was away at Hogwarts, and when she was home from Hogwarts.
"You'll be having dinner in the dining room, dear."
"Lovely, thank you." y/n chirped, wiping her brow of any sweat. Y/n sat at the table, alone. Last time she'd sat there, Tom was across from her. Her blood went cold. She squinted, in an attempt to see the Malfoy's house. Across the vast field, the house seemed so miniscule. She saw the view lights on, more specifically the dining room.
y/n sighed, beginning to eat the plate of pasta in front of her, eyes never leaving the house.
"Ana...i think i'm going to go through the garden." she announced. Ana nodded.
