𝐄𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐞𝐞𝐧

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Despite how large my family's chateau was, every second that passes it seems to get filled up to the brim. After locking Juno back inside of my bedroom and giving him an prep talk to assure that he doesn't make trouble again I am finally rejoining the holiday party.

Walking down the marble stairs, I slapped a unbelievable smile on my lips and tilted up my chin to not slouch. Displaying good posture was an respect type of thing that I've learned, If I failed to show it they'd take my body language as I'm ready for them to leave. Although I am quite ready for them to leave so I can get sleep, it would be mean for me to show that.

The tall mahogany clock in the corner of the room displayed that it's been thirty minutes since the party started. And two of my friends
have yet to show their faces which makes me wonder if they decided not to come.

My one friend who was here looked sightly annoyed and miserable as he stood beside his talking mother. One thing that I have learned is that Claudette can talk for hours, weather it's about the tragic death of her recent husband, the new items that she just put in her manor, or how well Blaise is, she'll talk for hours and people enjoyed listening to her.

But I have learned that that's just an rich people thing, If not by the champagne that their throwing down their throats, by the end
of the night they'll surely be drunk on jealously and a carp load of arrogance.

My eyes wonder all around the grand room, feeling an sort of relief when I seen my father held up in a conversation. Perhaps he had not noticed my five minute absences,

He must have felt me looking at him because he immediately looked over his shoulder with an displeased expression. Or perhaps he has --
Professor Slughorn stands in front of him with his usual giddy and friendly smile.

When I see who's standing behind professor Slughorn something is suddenly stuck inside of my throat, cutting off my air way. Harry Potter, Hermione Granger, Ginny Weasley, and Ron Weasley all stood in the center of my ballroom.

They were all examining the room and from their expression I could easily tell that they're impressed with my home. When I told Profesor Slughorn to bring guest I thought that the man was going to bring his wife or daughter.

Not an gang filled of unwanted imbeciles, tonight's party was filled of high status people and I doubt that they wanted to be in the same room as a mudblood, half-blood and two blood traitors. After this I can officially kiss my social status and future matron position goodbye.

All of their eyes landed on me, my fingers begins pushing back loose strands in my bun.
The fake smile on my lips was now replaced with a large worried one. Rubbing my lower lip inside of my teeth I grabbed two champagne's from the two floating platers.

"Daddy, I brought you something to dri--"

My father immediately brushed me off, lowering my hand with the pink drink in it.
"Rebekah I am not thirsty right now. Where did you disappear off too?"

"To get Juno. He was wondering around upstairs again." I nervously say, bringing the beverage up to my lips.

"I told you to lock him upstairs in your bedroom for that exact reason, Rebekah.
leaving our guest is rude.." His scowling in front of people has me a little embarrassed.
"It's over now. Professor Slughorn was just telling me how excellent you are in his class."

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