The Next Generation (Malfoy's Daughter) Book 1

Chapter 2

 The sunshine lighting up the sky that she'd been hoping for didn't exist in the morning. Dark clouds shrouded the sky as heavy rain pelted the world outside. The first thing on her mind upon waking up was her trunk - she needed to remember to pack the books she'd been reading recently and to bring the wizard games that littered her room. The last minute bits of packing only took a moment and then she went about getting ready for her day and changing into her robes.

Remembering back a few weeks to her visit to Diagon Alley she smiled at the memory of her shouting match with her father, insisting that she be allowed to buy normal robes from Madame Malkins instead of buying from Twilfit and Tattings or their private tailor. Looking in the mirror she beamed. She didn't look much like a Malfoy, just a normal girl. She didn't have the signature Malfoy white blonde hair or too pointed of a chin, nor did she have her birth mother's overly large lips. She had inherited high cheekbones and a fair complexion, though she tanned reasonably well in the summer. She let her black hair hang loose in large slightly messy curls (if she brushed through them now that they were dry, they'd simply friz, turn wavy and look ridiculous) and bounded downstairs for breakfast.

Their house elf Toldy made superb breakfast and today she found a particularly large spread in the kitchen. "Thanks Toldy." She chimed as she passed the elf, loading her plate with guava chiffon pancakes, fresh strawberries, and pineapple slices. Toldy's cooking was probably what she would miss the most - the elf always made whatever she fancied for meals and since visiting Hawaii so frequently she'd grown very fond of these particular pancakes.

Her father and grandmother were already at the table when she sat down; their plates held much less food but their coffee smelled wonderful.

"Good morning sweetie." Narcissa smiled tentatively, seemingly unsure of her grand daughter's mood after last night's incident.

"Good morning grandmother." She smiled in response. Narcissa's worry lines lessened slightly upon seeing that Lynx seemed to be back to her regular self.

"How did you sleep?"

"Fine."

"You look good." Her grandmother seemed to suddenly be on the verge of tears, so she searched for a change in subject.

"Yeah, you'd never know I was a Malfoy." She joked.

"No, you look like a Black." her grandmother mused. "But either way, you must let me do your hair before you leave."

"What do you mean? I like it this way."

"Just a spell to stop it from frizzing out as it always does." Lynx rolled her eyes but allowed the spell as Narcissa continued to talk. "I've also bought you a hair cream to use while you're away - it will have the same affect." She took out a clear bottle. "Only a few drops are needed daily."

"At least she has Malfoy eyes." Her father added to their earlier conversation, having been thinking about their comments while they'd been talking.

"What do you mean? There isn't a set eye color for Malfoys."

"No, but you and your brother both inherited your eyes from me, and your grandfathers are grey as well. It's something that people remember, though I suppose there were some in the Black family who also had grey eyes..." he trailed off. Lynx rolled her eyes to make a point.

"So, where's Mom?" Lynx asked hopefully.

"Unfortunately she's still off working."

"But she's been gone for weeks!" Lynx objected.

"I know, I was hoping she'd be back by now as well."

At that moment a sleepy eyed blonde boy came and joined the table, carrying a plate of red velvet pancakes and a variety of fresh fruit. He was the spitting image of a young Draco.