The Cabin | D.M 18+

S I X T Y - S I X

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Gentle reminder that I'm in no way familiar with African culture and I'm trying my hardest to make these chapters good and justifiable without causing any offense.

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- BELLE -

As we were escorted through the main gates towards the home of the gracious.

For a country that Voldemort wanted nothing of, it was almost astounding. But warming to see for even I would be saddened to see such beauty destroyed.

The air is warm. Tasting of ripened bananas, passion fruits and papaya's. It was all so exotic. One could close their eyes and hear the tweaks of birds and radiating greenery against the luscious winds and feel the cordial embrace.

Zulema remained her chin at a proud height, with a smile that would welcome even the deadliest of creatures.

A woman of authority couldn't look so dominating yet, motherly. The tribal lace pattern on her dress curved around her body in all the right places, hugging the nooks and crannies which accentuated her figure.

"I like your hat." Tana smiles at her. "Momma said they're called Isicholo."

"Your mother seems like a very bright woman." Zulema pinches the child's shoulder, causing her to giggle.

Her Isicholo is woven in cream. The outer edges are dotted with rainbow colours and sharp lines. It dresses as a crown, embedded with thin white beads at the sides and forehead.

It perfectly complemented the face of her shape and the dress she wore. Not even the purest of wizards and witches could mirror it. And she barely spoke words.

All I knew at that moment, regardless of the age difference between Zulema and I, Zulema and Tana or even Tana and I. We both looked up to her. How she carried herself, the way she spoke. Nothing but feathers. Yet the spiciness of her funky personality was drawn out just the same.

"Take the rest into the library hall," Babajide instructed his knights who merely threw him a nod of approval.

Seamus, Pansy, Theo and Blaise began to separate. The concerned look he gave Tana was shortly washed away as the young girl rolled her eyes and giggled. "I'll be fine, Blaise."

"Are you su-"

"Blaise!" Tana whines. "You're embarrassing me in front of the leaders of Uagadou!" The last few words were stretched through gritted teeth.

However, his perseverance didn't go unnoticed as he gave Draco and I a warning look. Yet I knew that he fought the urge to smile. He clenched his jaw and nodded before turning around.

It hadn't determined to me until a few moments after that the reason why Blaise had been so lenient with her was that she had only just started to grow up. Her choices were her own and it must be hard for him to hold his tongue.

Because no longer was she five. She wasn't nine.

She was ten. I say that, trying not to giggle myself.

When we parted I took more awe of the building inside which surprisingly had been very similar to the patterns on the dress robes that both wore.

Three turns from the silver and gold, triangular encrusted corridors, we reached a room that I assumed was Babajide's office.