"I'm glad you finally found her...Draco."
- Y/n Mateo
After the Battle of Hogwarts, 18 year old Draco ventures the world of muggles in search of someone. The girl that he lost since the...
Y/n and her mother arrived at their house in London yesterday.
Y/n was in her room, getting ready for her presentation to the King and Queen. Mary helped her with her hair, make-up, and of course, her white gown.
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Y/n stared at herself in the tall mirror. She never thought this day would come for her, the day that the marriage market will start. She could imagine the house, flocking with a lot of bachelors and waiting for their turn.
She's scared because she might not marry for love and be trapped in a loveless marriage, bearing children for the man she doesn't love. She wondered how the others could handle it, because for her, she knows she couldn't.
Mary added three ostrich feathers on her hair including the veil. It is must for the debutantes to wear one when they are presented at the court, to the Royal Majesties, the King and Queen.
"You look beautiful, milady." Mary complimented.
Y/n looked unhappy.
"Are the hair not to your liking?" Asked Mary.
"Oh, God, no. The hair looks exquisite. Truly, Mary. I just..." she took a deep breath. "I just got a lot of thinking."
"Is this about your coming out?"
Y/n nodded.
"Don't worry, milady. I know you'll do great."
"Thank you, Mary." Said Y/n, while putting on her gloves.
Y/n wasn't only thinking about her presentation to the court, but she is also thinking about her friends, her dream, and of course, Draco.
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The debutantes with their family have arrived at the court.
Many young ladies are excited to be presented to the queen. In other words, they want to be complimented by the queen or by the king. Well, Y/n isn't excited. She never really wanted to be presented.
The debutantes where gathered in the hallway with their Mothers, waiting for their turn to be presented to the Royal Highnesses.
Y/n couldn't stop fiddling with her fingers.
"Dear, stop fiddling with your fingers." Her mother whispered calmly, placing her hand on Y/n's hands.
"I'm sorry, Mama. I'm just really nervous, I feel like I might embarrass myself." Stated Y/n.
"Oh, my sweet girl, calm yourself down. Just smile and relax." Her thumb caressing her daughter's hand. "Take a deep breath, it may relax you."
Y/n took a deep breath, letting out a heavy one.
"Very good, dear." Her mother smiled.
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"The Marchioness of Castle Combe, presenting her daughter, Lady Y/n Harlington." The Man announced.
