a/n ; for those who didn't read my a/n chapter i've decided that mattheo's mum won't be bellatrix and instead another random death eater solely for the fact that i made mattheo a love interest without even thinking that they're just as related as her and draco.
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THE END OF THE HOLIDAYS HAD SWUNG AROUND AND VEGA WAS EMPTYING HER ROOM AT THE MALFOY'S OF EVERYTHING SHE MAY NEED FOR GOING BACK TO SCHOOL.
she had been cleaning out her cupboard when something long, and hard, had fallen off the space atop and hit her right on the head.
she winced, tumbling to her bed.
her head was already sore enough, along with the rest of her body. (this transformation had been much harder than the previous ones that year. vega knew why, of course. she hadn't known it, but it seemed having another werewolf near her somehow lessened her transformations? she wondered where lupin had his transformations considering she had occupied the shrieking shack and she had already put together that it was indeed never haunted, and instead it was lupin when he went to the school himself).
she groaned, rubbing her head and wincing as the new scars on her back and upper arms ached.
she glanced down at what had hit her, her eyebrows furrowing when she saw something that looked much like a broom wrapped in brown wrapping paper, tied with a little brown knot.
she glanced at it in confusion, who could this be from?
she was sure she had already received all her presents.
she looked around her room as if looking for hidden cameras before (excitedly) tearing open the wrapping.
her eyes widened and a baffled gasp left her red lips.
it was a broom.
a firebolt to be exact.
the newest, and best broom at that time.
she sat on the ground, gaping at her new broom for a good ten minutes before snapping herself out of it and gaping again.
who?
certainly not the malfoys. they would never get her a broom, not when she played for gryffindor.
so..
she gasped.
surely not?
it couldn't be..
she stared down at the broom with wide eyes, biting her lip so hard she tasted iron.
there was no way.. her father got her this??
but who else?
not the malfoys, certainly no one from school, it was far too expensive. and there was no label.
but on the point of the price, again how?
your father was surely broke. he just broke out of azkaban for merlin's sake.
he wouldn't have a job, and surely the goblins at gringotts would not have let him in? right?
she didn't even know.
she held the beautiful broom to her chest, staring at the floor blankly.
as much as she despised her father, she couldn't help but feel.. gratitude? sadness? happiness? she didn't really know what she was feeling.
it was just an overwhelming feeling of everything.
she hadn't heard anything from her father (other than the fact he escaped from azkaban) in twelve years. and all of a sudden a firebolt is in her hands, assumingly gifted by him? she didn't know how to fathom it.
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