ᴛᴇᴀʀ ᴍᴇ ᴀᴘᴀʀᴛ [D.Malfoy, 18+]

III: The World Cup

August 22nd, 1994
"Make sure to stay extra vigilant, okay? Don't buy too much and Arlo, please do not eat everything you see–"

"What do you want me to do? Starve? I'm a growing man!" Arlo huffed, crossing his arms over his chest. Diantha snorted to his words, ignoring his glare as she continued to eat her breakfast.

"Arlo, listen to your mother." Their father, Richard, peered at Arlo over the rim of his glasses and only looking away once satisfied with his son's frown before delving back into the newest edition of the Daily Prophet. His eyebrows furrowed together, bringing the paper closer to his face. "Honey, who is this Rita Skeeter? She seems very nosy."

Gisella snorted, waving her hand in the air as a coffee mug levitated towards him. Instinctively, he raised his cup in the air, without looking up from the article, as the hot liquid poured into his mug. "She's the definition of nosy, dear."

"Think of her like paparazzi, dad." Diantha added in, taking a bite of her toast.

"Stalker is a better term." Arlo joined in, reaching for another fried egg. Richard hummed in acknowledgement, turning to the next page of the Prophet.

"Absolutely fascinating. I still can't get over how these images move!" He lowered the paper, a childlike grin on his lips. "Say, what house do you think I would've been sorted into?"

"Ravenclaw." Diantha and Arlo answered simultaneously. Their mother chuckled quietly while their father blinked at them in confusion.

"Ravenclaw is where all the smart people go." Arlo mumbled, in between his bites, crumbles of egg whites spewing from his lips, "Then again, they're all pretty witty and dad, you are definitely not witty."

Richard gasped, holding a hand over his heart. "You're so clever though! And where does that come from? From your father!" Arlo rolled his eyes, attempting to mask his smile behind his fork. Diantha giggled, her father sending her a wink.

"Oh, don't listen to them, dear." Gisella walked over, wrapping her arms around his neck and pulling his head into her chest. "You would've been such an adorable Ravenclaw. I would've eaten you right up." She began kissing him repeatedly on the head, their father happily basking in the affection. Arlo and Diantha groaned, her brother pushing away his food and standing up immediately.

"Gross mom!" He shook his head, reaching for his dark jacket. "Come on, Diana. We're gonna be late."

"Right." She stood up, reaching for her own black jacket. "Are you sure you don't want to come with us dad? Cole's father said you're more than welcome to join us."

"Oh no, sweetie, don't worry about it. Remus and your mother are taking me to Diagon Alley today! Oh the knick knacks and bobbles I'll be buying." There was a glittering fascination in her father's eyes as Diantha smiled, pressing a kiss to his temple. He smiled, holding her hand and squeezing it.

"But thank you, Diana. Make sure you look after your brother."

"I will."

"And you already know this, Diantha, but please." Her mother had wrapped around the table, taking her hands in her petite ones. "No shapeshifting, even if it's an emergency. The Ministry can't know about you two."

Diantha smiled, patting her mother's hands. She could see the lines of worry crease her forehead and in the corner of her eyes. "Don't worry, mom. Everything will be fine. It's not like anything bad happens at events like these." Her mother smiled at her words, however it didn't reach her eyes. It was as if she felt that something terrible was destined to happen. Her father walked up behind Gisella, placing a reassuring hand on her shoulder.