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xxix. loony lucy

chapter twenty-nine
LOONY LUCY

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Edith's pov

» » "GET DRESSED", is all he says as he points to a gold sequin dress laid out on the bed, before slamming the door shut behind me. The room is dark, gloomy, and I'm not entirely sure of where exactly it is that I am. Surely he must have taken me to a secluded area, somewhere we're not easily found, somewhere they can do whatever they want with me.

Problem is — I don't know what  they want with me. I've never really engaged in any sort of conversation with Lucius Malfoy, and I for sure want nothing to do with his son. Sure, we were in school together, but I never actually tolerated the prick, and I haven't been in any sort of contact with the bleach blonde family since.

Little do I know, I'm about to find out just how Lucius Malfoy and I are connected.

I trace my fingers along the pretty golden fabric, wondering why on earth I'm supposed to dress in this. Why does Lucius want me to 'look more presentable', as he put it, and most importantly — why has he taken me hostage in the first place?

Scared of what might happen if I don't, I strip down to my undergarments before shimmying into the two-layered dress, letting my long brown hair fall effortlessly down the back. I look around the room and make notice of a small mirror in which I look at myself.

I feel pretty. Ridiculous and angry — but pretty.

The dress is form-fitting, serving my curves, and accentuating some of my best features. It reaches down to my feet, and there's a small train.

God. There's a train.

What the actual fuck is happening?

Before I have a chance at devising any sort of plan of how to get out of this place or figure out where this place is, I'm called downstairs by Lucius Malfoy himself. His voice is dark and demanding, his tone short but sharp.

At first, I refuse, feeling just like Belle must have done when the Beast (or prince Adam) demanded she'd have dinner with him in that one Disney movie that came out a few years back. I assume I'm hoping that once he realises I'm not about to co-operate or anything, he'll eventually grow tired and leave me to my own devices. Of course, it's only wishful thinking, and instead of doing so, he apparates upstairs and grabs a firm and violent hold of my arm, dragging me downstairs.

"I told you to come downstairs! Now—it would be a real shame if a pretty little thing such as yourself, were to be bloodied up on the first night here. Not to mention—I think it's time you and I had a little chat". Lucius pulls my arm with such force that I feel it will surely leave bruises.

"I'm not going anywhere with the likes of you!", I start pulling from his grasp. "I'm not about to be man-handled by some pathetic, bleach haired Barbie doll with a God-complex. Just— tell me what it is that I'm doing here. Why have you brought me here?!", I spit, struggling to break free from his stronghold. Obviously, it's to no avail, as he's much stronger and nearly twice the size of me.

He doesn't say anything for a good few minutes after that, leaving my aggravated self to become more and more frustrated. I'm scared, terrified really, but mostly I am angry. Angry because I let myself be fooled by a dodge as pathetic as a Malfoy. Oh no — fuck this shit!