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𝓔𝓿𝓪𝓷𝓰𝓮𝓵𝓲𝓷𝓮'𝓼 𝓟𝓞𝓥
WEDNESDAY, OCTOBER 12th 1977

I arrive at the Malfoy Manor to see that the usually dull and hauntingly eerie place is bustling full of people decorating for the wedding tomorrow.

"Is Mistress Evangeline okay?" I hear Dobby's voice and I look down at the house elf who had brought me here from Hogwarts.

"Yes, of course" I nod with a small smile "I've just never seen the house so busy"

"A lot of people here indeed" Dobby chuckles, waving me to follow him.

I follow the elf through the people, until we reach the living room where I see Narcissa stood with Lucius and my parents.

"Angel!" Narcissa grins happily after seeing me, opening out her arms.

"Cissy!" I beam widely, throwing my arms around her neck.

"Nice to see you too, little sister" I hear Lucius grumble.

"Hi, Luci" I grin, giving him a short hug.

He pats my head awkwardly and I roll my eyes at my brother's unwillingness to hug me back like a normal person. I reluctantly turn to my parents who are both staring at me already, my father with a stern frown and my mother with a stone cold expression that gives away nothing.

"Mother, Father" I greet them coldly.

"Dumbledore owled us about the fight you started this morning with that Carrow girl" Father spits out immediately and I know I'm in for it.

"You started a fight with your own house?" Lucius speaks up in surprise "Why would you do that?"

"I thought you and Alecto were friends" Narcissa frowns in confusion, her hand on my shoulder.

"We're not anymore" I shrug.

"You didn't answer your brother's question, Evangeline" Father snaps at me and I tense up, looking at Lucius.

"We have a difference in opinions on certain subjects and she doesn't know when to shut her mouth" I answer as honestly as I can.

Lucius raises a brow but says nothing else, while my parents are only getting started on the matter and I know it.

"I'm disgusted by your behaviour" Father declares before looking at the house elf "Take her to her room, elf"

"Yes, Master" Dobby nods frantically.

I narrow my eyes at my father and Dobby pales, tugging on my hand gently in worry.

"That elf has a name" I state matter of factly.

"I couldn't care any less, child" The man scoffs.

He grabs my bruised face in his hand and squeezed tightly, causing pain to spread throughout my face but I try my hardest to keep a cold emotionless expression on my face.