A/N For the sake of the story, let's pretend that Regulus died in 1980. and not in 1979. Also, next chapter will be Christmas at the Weasleys.
Warnings: Narcissa basically being an almond mum, skipping a meal, bad body image, mentions of Lucius slapping Callisto in the past, mentions of dead relatives, hinted homophobia.
Disclaimer: I do not speak French. Every French sentence in this chapter and this book is written via Goggle translate. Please correct me if there are mistakes.
The ringing of her alarm clock woke Callisto up with a startle.
She groaned quietly into her pillow. With a sigh, Callisto moved in her queen sized bed to turn off the alarm clock. Her head hit one of many pillows as soon as the ringing stopped. Five more minute and she'd get up. Somewhere in the room, Celeste snorted to express her disapproval for such an early awakening.
That was until a very familiar voice spoke. "Happy Christmas, young mistress."
Callisto immediately sat up, looking for the source of the voice. "Dobby?" She was equally happily surprised and confused to hear him.
Dobby waved from where he stood on her right, a big smile stretched across his face. Callisto hasn't seen Dobby ever since Potter freed him before the end of last year. She was happy he was finally free, but at the same time sad that she had nobody to normally talk to in the Mansion anymore. A smile blossomed on her own face when she finally rubbed the sleep from her eyes.
"Happy Christmas, Dobby." She returned greeting. "What are you doing here?"
"You and young master Draco always open your gifts at this time." He glanced at the clock. The two siblings made it a tradition of sorts to meet up at 7:30 on Christmas day to open their presents. They would spend an hour together with nobody to bother them. And then, they would return to their rooms to prepare for breakfast at 9. Dobby always had mugs of hot chocolate ready for them. "Dobby wanted to visit you, mistress, so he waited until your alarm rang to apparate here. Dobby missed you."
"I missed you too, Dobby." Callisto was always fond of Dobby. For as far as her younger self was concerned, Dobby was her friend. "But I thought we agreed that you'll call me Callisto. Mistress is too formal, and besides you're free elf now. You have no masters anymore."
"Apologies, mis... Callisto." Dobby bowed.
"Come and sit." Callisto patted the spot across from her.
Hesitantly, Dobby sat at the edge of the bed, his feet dangling. "I brought you a gift, miss Callisto."
Callisto's eyebrows shot up. "For me?"
Dobby smiled and nodded enthusiastically. He handed her a messily wrapped gift. Callisto carefully untied the bow and opened Dobby's present. She let out a laugh when she found to mismatched socks inside, both seemed to be hand-knitted. One of them was emerald green, the other light grey. It brought the smile to her face.
"Thank you, Dobby. These are very pretty. Did you make them?"
"Yes, miss." Callisto let out a small sigh at the use of formality. But she understood that after the years of working for her father, Dobby couldn't let go of some old habits.
"Thank you so much for them." She smiled once again. "I didn't expect to see you, otherwise I would've gotten a gift for you too. I'm sorry."
"Don't apologize, miss. Dobby is happy to see you. Dobby doesn't need gifts."
"Where have you been these past months?" Callisto asked. She still felt a tad bit guilty for not having a gift for him. But she genuinely wanted to know how he was doing.
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