"Do you even remember that night? When we were thirteen? When I told you that if I could spend the rest of my life with anybody, it'd be you?"
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Aquila Malfoy knew, through and through, that she was a Malfoy. She had the pale skin, shiny blonde...
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Though Aquila knew her father wasn't the greatest man, nor did she agree with half of his ideologies, a big part of her would always be Daddy's little girl. So, upon arriving at Malfoy Manor, she excitedly scrambled out of the car, racing to show him her brand new wand.
"Darling, wait," Narcissa called, and Aquila halted impatiently.
"What?" she nearly whined, folding her arms. "I want to show Daddy my new wand—"
"I know, but he and Draco will still be out for another hour," Narcissa cut in gently. "Why don't you go for a ride on your new broom to kill the time?"
Aquila's face lit up— she'd nearly forgotten about that. "Great idea, Mum. Dobby!" she called out, and he appeared in a flash. "Bring my new broom out here, would you? Oh, and can you bring Mum hers as well?"
Dobby nodded. "Of course, Miss Aquila! Would you like Dobby to bring you a Quaffle, too? And put your new wand away?"
Aquila nodded, and Dobby smiled. He gently took Aquila's wand from her, and disappeared with a crack. He reappeared in a matter of a minute, with a broom in each hand, and a Quaffle under his right arm. Aquila took them from him with a smile. "Thank you," she said, then turned to her mother. "Let's play keep away!"
Narcissa grinned at her daughter, flashing the type of look that suggested she was up to something. Aquila let out an excited giggle— she loved when her mum got mischievous and let loose.
"I don't know, Aquila," said Narcissa teasingly. "I'm not sure you could handle it....."
Aquila rolled her eyes, failing to repress a grin. "I'm almost twelve, Mum. I can handle it."
"Mmmm," hummed Narcissa, narrowing her eyes. "Are you sure?"
"Yes, I'm sure!"
"Alright then." Narcissa cracked her knuckles. "Then you best be prepared for a.... sneak attack!"
She drew her wand, and pointed it at Aquila. Narcissa's broom and the Quaffle shot out of her daughter's hands, and beelined straight for her. She caught them, then flicked her wand downwards. In an instant, her robes had changed into her Quidditch ensemble, and her hair had shot into a neat bun. She hopped up on her broom, and flew up into the air.
"Mum!" Aquila giggled, running to catch her. "I can't play in a dress, either!"
She heard her mother shout something, and in a flash, her dress changed into her Quidditch robes. She beamed, and threw her hair into a ponytail, then hopped onto her broom, kicking up into the air.
Aquila adored flying— the feeling of the wind whipping her hair, the way she felt like she weighed nothing at all, the way she could dart from place to place at what seemed like the speed of light— it was all too good to be true. Her cheeks blushed a magnificent pink as she zoomed forward to catch up with her mother, giggling up an absolute storm.
