"If you see a woman with an injured arm, a red cloak, and most dangerously a dagger" asserted Draco viciously. Sternly, gazing at the reporter who dared to question him. "I advise that you.." he swallowed the rough lump in his throat and finally par...
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Another two weeks had passed by in agony and autumn was now slowly coming to an end. Pecks of cold snow were starting to hit the ground, I thought it be one of those usual days where I'd get ignored by Draco and treated like a stranger, and I was reluctantly used to it.
I didn't try to console him or try to make the situation any better as it was my fault. I wasn't going to force him either.
I was going to step out of the house to watch Barty for a bit, and grab a hot drink with one of the Riddles; when just as I was about to step out, Draco got a gentle hold of my wrist.
"Where are you going?" he solemnly questioned.
"What?" I let go, turning around. "To see my friend, am I not allowed to do that anymore either?"
"I need you to stay." He demanded, conflicted by the sudden gesture; a short thought about him trying to improve the weird situation crossed my mind, but then it shortly slipped out. "My friends are coming over tonight, along with a special guest."
Oh.
That's why.
I didn't bother asking about the "special guest" as I was going to meet them soon, either way, instead, I turned my back and slowly piked off my thick sweater.
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As expected Draco's friends shortly arrived after, I had both of them and we'd shared a few short conversations but it was nothing crazy. I greeted the two men, Theodore Nott and Blaise Zabini, and continued on with my day.
Then everyone present in the hall heard a quiet but long-awaited knock on the door. The on - going conversations set silent and everyone faced the door, the atmosphere turning excited.
"Looks like he's here." I heard Theodore mutter.
Draco who had a heart-warming smile filling the depths of his face almost sprinted to the door, unlocking it and rushing into a hug with another brunette man with curled dark hair. I was taking a sip of mint warm tea, watching from afar.
I watched the hug unravel and squinted my eyes to get a better look at the 'special guest' while others surrounded him.
He exposed his face, and that's when it hit me; why he seemed so familiar. I, at that moment, started choking on the ruined tea processing as if the person I had seen was the person I once knew.
"Mattheo, it's been so long!" Exclaimed Draco, and my heart felt tight and heavy, the first time I regretted being right.
Trying to brush the feeling off, and not let this feeling escalate any further. I placed the tea down and that's when I caught the brunette's attention. He, who was smiling and engaging in conversations with his friends turned his head to me, his smile disappeared and the tone of his aura changed.
Draco noticed the gesture, and his eyes signaled me to come forward.
Without a choice, I stepped in front of him; bringing my hand to greet him.
"She's my wife-"
"Emerlyn?" Mattheo cut off Draco.
Well shit.
"You both know each other?" Inquired Draco suspiciously.
Since he had already exposed me; it'd be the perfect opportunity to expose him back.
"Yes, I'm actually friends with his sister; Serena," I replied with enthusiasm shining in my voice. His expressions seemed to drop at the name of his sister, his eyes fixated on mine; longing for lost answers.
"Sister?" Repeated Nott.
"I think you've got the wrong guy, he doesn't have a sibling." Zabini chimed in.
"He does, and he was always ashamed of her!" I retorted.
"I was not!" Shouted Mattheo back and raging silence seemed to fill the room.
It was true, Mattheo had never told anyone about his brother or sister; he may have a difficult time admitting it but he was always ashamed of them both. It was me and the professors who only knew.
To this day, I was unsure of the reason why he was ashamed. After his disappearance, his cowardly pathetic habits had left my mind, and he really only seemed to exist in my old memories.
However, after his return, everything about him filled back in me, like water filling up a glass. Enough water to make me envy him.
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"Comment s'est passé votre séjour en France?" I coldly questioned Mattheo, approaching him now that he was finally alone.
(TRANSLATION: "How was your stay in France?")
"Emerlyn." He called turning around to face me. "Oubiler ce que J'ai fait puis - Je éventuellement rencontrer Sere-"
(TRANSLATION: "Forget about what I did, can I possibly meet Sere-")
"Don't even say her name." I stopped him, cut out on speaking french.
"I thought you knew how bad my addiction was, how much I was suffering!" He anguished with tears threatening not to leave his eyes.
"I did," I replied in - return. "However, after you abandoned your siblings; I will never forget how Tom had to work at the fresh age of fifteen just so he could provide for himself and Serena!"
"For me, I just was lucky I had wealthy parents so I could spend their savings to provide for myself, but that was not the case for them!" I continued. "The pressure you left on Tom is cruel."
"I know what I did was wrong, and that's why I'm here to fix my broken relationships.." He confessed.
"We all start somewhere Mattheo.."
I turned around to leave, it was not worth arguing with him. It was his life and his decisions in which I wouldn't interfere in.
"Are you just going to throw away our friendship like it was nothing?"
A/N: Updating on Thursday!
spoiler Im actually so excited to write the next few chapters. Emerlyn is gonna be having conversations with Lucius, Bellatrix, and Narcissa!
