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- ꜱʜᴏʀᴛ-ʀᴜɴ ᴛʜʀᴏᴜɢʜ -
"Oh, I think one of your God-fathers are here," Said Griphook, as he was sending a letter to the parents of Hadrian.
"Hmm? Which one?" Asked Hadrian, it could be the Lestrange brothers or Black. Who was it?
The door swiftly opening, interrupting the two from talking. To reveal a group of blonds.
"Malfoy. Lucius Malfoy" Said the long-haired man. Emitting such elegance, even if he just rudely interrupted a conversation.
"Lucius Malfoy?" Repeated Hadrian, as he looked towards the group of blonds.
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- 30 ᴍɪɴᴜᴛᴇꜱ ᴀɢᴏ -
"Draco, sweetheart. Are you done?" Said an elegant woman, entering her son's room gracefully.
"Almost, mother" Replied a platinum blond boy. Sliding his knee-high socks lithely into his feet, before, slowly inserting his shoes.
"Done!" He said, in a pop. Standing up and brushing himself off before he stood next to his mother side.
"Cissa, Draco, let's go! I don't want us to be late," Said a man, walking into the room. He had long platinum blond hair, that moved with such grace. He looked like an exact copy of his son, but, much mature looking.
"Yes, dear." Replied the woman, taking her son's hand into hers, before heading towards her husband.
"Mother, will I meet my mate?" Asked the young blonde. Looking towards his parents for an answer.
