When I opened my eyes, I expected to be blinded by the sun. But to my surprise that didn't happen at all. Quite the opposite actually. I could barely see outside but from what I could see, it was grey and foggy which definitely meant muddy.
Knocking on the door tore my gaze from my window. "Come in," I spoke as I cleared my throat and sat up. The door opened and I saw my house elf Beeky with a tray of food which meant that we either had company coming or Faun had gotten in trouble again.
"Good morning Mistress Azalea. Beeky has made your favorite, crepes, and hot chocolate." She told me as she slowly walked over to me and snapped, the silver tray appearing in front of me. I gave her a grateful nod as I cut into a crepe. I adored Crepes. There was just something about them that I couldn't explain. Maybe it was their sweetness or maybe it was how you could put whatever you wanted on them.
I wondered why we weren't eating in the dining room and decided to ask her about it. "Say Beeky, why aren't we having breakfast in the dining room?" I asked as I bit into the crepe. I smiled at the amazing flavor while Beeky began cleaning my room.
"The Black family are coming over. Beeky mustn't say other...." She trailed off. I looked at the house elf and tilted my head. "Beeky..." I warned. I was her mistress and she wasn't telling me something! Of course, I was a lot more understanding of the house elves than other people but her keeping something from me was unacceptable.
"Master Avery is punishing Mistress Faun." She told me quietly as she unfolded my silk robe and put it on my chair. I scoffed.
Of course, Faun was getting in trouble again. I knew what Beeky meant by punishing too. She was getting the Cruciatus curse used on her. A year ago when I heard that I would have felt sorry for my older sister but now, I couldn't care less. Or that's what I told myself.
Sure, we barely got along but that didn't mean that I ever wanted to see her in pain. But what could I do? I was just a fifteen-year-old girl and my parents were in their forties!
I sighed as I pushed the tray to the side, no longer hungry, seeing the picture of my sister writhing in pain as I stood up, my feet touching the cold tile floor. I began walking over to my chair and frappes my robe, pulling it on before I turned to Beeky.
"Well, I suppose she deserved it. Now, what time are the Blacks supposed to arrive?" I asked as I walked into my bathroom to freshen up, not wanting to talk or think about Faun anymore. "Any moment Miss." She informed me. I hummed as Beeky walked into the bathroom with an outfit for me picked out. "I've already packed your bags for the train Miss." She told me as she walked out. I hummed again, thinking about how this little meet-up would go.
My sister-Faun and our childhood friend, Sirius were both pure-bloods who came from families full of Slytherins and were both disgraces to said families for the fact that they were sorted into Gryffindor and were proud about it. It was disgraceful and very disrespectful to our families.
For example, Mum and Dad had given Faun everything and she threw it away to prance with blood traitors, half bloods, and mudbloods. It was the same way with Sirius. It was very disappointing but amusing for me to be considered the eldest Avery heir. Back to Faun.
Faun had refused everything. She refused her role as a woman in the pure-blood society in one of the most powerful families. She refused to be married to Antonin Dolohov who was another pure-blood. Dolohov was a decent enough man I suppose but he was far from kind or attractive. And most importantly, she refused to ever become a death eater.
I, however know what is expected of me. I would follow the Dark Lord as I was raised to do. I would marry another pure-blood like I was expected to do. I would raise my children to be the same.
