Adhara remembers the nerves in her stomach during first year when she was waiting to be sorted. Nothing had been able to calm her down. Not Callisto slipping his hand into hers and squeezing it until she was called. Not McGonagall giving her a reassuring nod when she stood frozen when her name was announced.
And especially not the whispers that had surrounded the Great Hall from the moment her last name left the deputy headmistress's lips.
She couldn't remember feeling so terrified.
Yet holding another letter she can safely say the day of her sorting was like a walk in the park. The handwriting unknown to her and the wax seal on the back is different from before. While she should walk straight up to headmaster Dumbledore and hand it to him she's afraid if she so much as moves it will burst into flames again.
Adhara looks at her brother who doesn't hesitate to rip the seal off and read it. Callisto's curious nature will always win out over the right thing to do.
She watches as her brother simply rolls his eyes before he continues reading and that's enough for Adhara to get the courage to open hers. Maybe it's actually Nymphadora this time.
Adhara Bellatrix Lestrange,
Any hope of it being her cousin or aunt and uncle vanished.
I've been catching up with your school work. I am very disappointed that you chose to take muggle studies, was growing up with a mudblood not enough?
I am preferring to think you picked up on your brother's curious nature over the years but from what I have been told, you in fact haven't. Though I must say, you have excellent arithmancy scores, it wasn't a subject I thought you'd succeed in.
I must warn you there is no use showing these letters to anyone. They are only readable to your eyes. And they're untraceable.
Soon heiress,
R.R.L
Adhara scowls as the letter yet again bursts into flames. Anger radiates off her and Rowan quickly shuffles away from her. Who in Helga's name does he think he is?
Something I thought you'd succeed in. Like he friggin' knew her. Rodolphus Lestrange may be her biological father but he doesn't know a thing about her.
She looks at the Slytherin table trying to navigate the boy. He's not hard to miss and she ignores Rowan's confused questions as she stands from her seat and storms towards him, catching the attention of several people around her.
Standing in front of four Slytherin's, Parkinson is the first to notice her. She nudges Draco next to her, nodding her head towards a fuming Adhara.
"Is it you?" She asks. It's got to be him, it's his uncle after all. And she has no doubt her parents are staying with the Malfoys or at least seeing them regularly.
Narcissa is her mothers sister and Lucius is so far up Voldemort's ass that he can probably see the bastard's friggin' dead heart. Just like her no-good father.
"Was what me?"
Adhara feels Callisto stand behind her but she ignores him in favour of glaring at their cousin. She knows he wouldn't admit to telling her father things about her but he should at least have the decency to not act dense about it.
Shouldn't he be acting smug and be wearing a shit eating grin, his voice dripping in sarcasm. Why wasn't he being a smarmy bastard?
Adhara mimics him, "'Was what me?' What the fuck have you done or said lately that would piss me off, Malfoy?"
