AIANES (Theodore Nott) H.P AU

Chapter Three

A week had gone by since both Apollo and Draco had left the Manor. Leaving Olympia all to herself. 

To the heiress fortune, the days had gone by sooner than she had expected, and now, Olympia stands before her fireplace, a handful of floo powder awaiting to be used.

She takes one last glance at the manor, admiring the way in which the sunlight filters through the ivory colored drapes and how it hits the marble floors. Fully aware that she wouldn't be returning until the next Summer dared to arrive, she tries to engrave the memory in her mind.

Once satisfied — she lets go of the powder.

The familiar pull in her navel makes an immediate appearance, followed by the ever growing dizziness, but before she can dwell too much on it, the feeling stops abruptly. Instead, Olympia is left to focus on the foyer before her. Just as she remembered it — dark, dull and cold.

Coldness that is soon replaced by a set of slim yet strong hugging arms. The soft smell of peonies that follows Narcissa around makes Olympia smile and return the gesture.

"Oh! Olympia, dear, it's wonderful to finally have you here with us." 

"Thank you for having me, Aunt Cissa. It's always a pleasure to be in your company."

The Malfoy matriarch coes at her, gushing over how much she has missed her — Narcissa also apologizes for leaving Aveline's burial too soon, which Olympia is quick to dismiss. Before the conversation can move forward, a throat being cleared cuts their rambling short. 

"Hello, Olympia," Lucius Malfoy began from behind them. "We are very honored to have you in our home. When your grandfather mentioned your return we were ecstatic," He stops, allowing a bone chilling grin to make its way into his lips. "After all, a pureblood from your caliber only strengthens the Wizarding World's hierarchy."

A strained smile grazes Olympia's face as she walks closer to her Uncle. She gives him one quick hug while glancing at the watch adorning her left wrist.

Five minutes.

She had been standing inside Malfoy Manor for no longer than five minutes and Lucius had already managed to mention the importance of blood purity to her. Olympia feels like laughing, it wasn't that she didn't agree with his ideals — quite the opposite really; but unlike the eldest Malfoy, she didn't find the topic worth mentioning. She knew her blood was pure, she knew her family had power, she was aware of her superiority — therefore, she didn't see the need to prove herself to anyone, and she most definitely wouldn't waste time talking about those who would always remain lesser than her.

Lucius Malfoy — to her annoyance —  seemed to think differently. .

"Uncle, always a pleasure. Thank you so much for having me over."

"The pleasure is ours. Draco — come forward and greet your cousin. Now, Olympia, as glad as your presence makes me, I am afraid an urgent matter has arised at the ministry and I am expected. I leave you in good hands, but you must excuse me for now."

Olympia nods and steps aside for Lucius to use the now empty floo. She watches him disappear and holds a squeal of joy. She loved her Uncle, but she could not stand the Malfoy patriarch. As a child,  she couldn't help but wonder if he might be a dementor in disguise. His ability to vanish joy from anywhere he stepped was a valid argument in her eyes. His black robes only added to said theory.

"Draco, show Olympia to her bedroom, will you? I must ensure everything is ready for dinner." Orders Narcissa.

The blonde nods and motions Olympia to follow him. Both of them walk up the flight of stars in comfortable silence, quickly reaching the black oak double doors. Draco moves forward to push them open, stepping aside and allowing Olympia to walk in first. She lets her eyes drift, taking in the sight before her — from perfectly polished hardwood floors to deep black silks embroidered with silver.