Dysfunctional/// r,lupin

Chapter 1: A Revolting Party

Voices echoed through the halls of the house, well just one voice really, a very shrill one. The voice bounced from wall to wall and reached every square foot of the graceful manor. Along the elegantly decorated walls were paintings of ancestors and old owners of the house. Jewels and heirlooms sat on shelves, not a spec of dust in sight thanks to the house elves. The scent of murky blossom and peppermint sunk into the fabric of furniture and into the very structure of the house which often left a warming sensation running through ones blood. The velvet curtains were drawn back, letting golden sunlight flood the room from the long windows that stretched across the corridors, leading to a wooden door at the end of it. The brass handle shone in the afternoon sun light and the reflection sent spots of light onto the surrounding walls and paintings, catching the eye of a man leaning back in his frame, causing him to flinch and complain loudly.

Inside the room on the other side of the door a girl potted around, humming along to the track she was listening too, a Kitty Kallen track. She sighed to the music as she spun around the room, letting the sound of her grandmother evaporate just outside the door and living in her own little bubble. She made her way over to the large closet and skimmed her many outfits, sadly making her way past all her favourite sweater's and skirts and dresses and looking through all the revolting dresses her grandmother basically forced upon her every time the old hag arranged one of these dumb parties for the family. Although there was one that was not as bad as the rest. A black satin dress that reached just to her knees that fell out into a flowing skirt and long sleeves. Of course it didn't alway look as nice as it did here, when she'd first received the dress from her grandma it had all these revolting ribbons and frills that were certainly not flattering, but with a little sewing and stitching and her mothers help it looked unrecognisable, her grandmother had been furious but she didn't care, she liked it and that's what her mother said mattered.

Slipping on the dress and walking over to the record playing, she changed the record and let the soft tunes of Dean Martin wash over her. She danced her way to the vanity table and began to do her hair and makeup, singing under her breath and smiling ever so slightly.

"Everybody, loves somebody, sometimes..." She reached behind her and put on a sliver chain with a single pearl on it, lifting it to her lips and kissing it twice.

"-Everybody falls in love somehow." A new voice cut into the song, turning around the girl saw her mother in a blood red dress with string straps , matching gloves reaching up to her biceps and her golden hair pulled up into a fancy up do. Her neck and ears were adorned in diamonds as she smiled at her daughter. The girl returned the favour and turned the music down ever so slightly just as it came to an end. "I always did prefer Vera Lynn's 'We'll meet again' a bit more." She laughed, coming to sit on the edge of the girls bed.

"I know, want me to put it on?" The girl asked, brushing through her fluffy brown hair as she wasn't happy with how it had turned out the first time. Her mother shook her head.

"absolutely not, not when I can see an Abba track sitting right there and you aren't playing it." Her mother laughed again, running over as fast as she could in the tight dress and playing the track, almost instantly the song Mama Mia came on and the girl couldn't help but chuckle at her mums excited face as the woman began to lip sync and dance.

"Mum!"

"Oh come on you know you love it Estella!" The girl rolled her eyes and jumped up, joining in with her mum and dancing around her room once again. The two danced all the way into the next song 'Waterloo' before the door slammed open revealing a tall and sour looking woman, her almost white blonde hair was tied back and her lips were pulled into a thin line as she scowled at the two in the room who had immediately stopped dancing. With one flick of her wand the music cut off with an abrupt stop.