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A SMALL RAY OF THE LATE AUGUST SUN, shined through Alora Malfoy's emerald green curtains, yet it was the only light that appeared in her dark colored room. Like her curtains, Alora's room had dark, green colored walls that proudly presented the house her family had stayed loyal to for generations, slytherin.
Due to the loss of light, Alora's heavy-lidded eyes remained closed. Her soft breathing echoed in her sound still room, her platinum hair was perfectly spread across her black silk covers. But as her curtains were pulled open to reveal the morning sun, her storm full eyes fluttered open. "Miss Alora must wake up now!" Said the unique dialect owned by Mippy, the house-elf that had served the Malfoy family for the longest of time. Or rather, Narcissa Malfoy, seemingly because Mippy was her personal house-elf.
Alora let out a not so silent groan, as she turned to the other side of the bed. She was grateful to have the many house elves that served her home, Merlin knows that without them, the malfoy manor would not see the light of the day. But she also could not argue on the matter, on how she sometimes wanted to flick her wand and send them far, far away.
But, she had those thoughts about her brother as well. So, surely she wouldn't act on them.
"Mippy, leave me be." Alora's voice was stern, and held tiredness within it.
"Mippy can not do such thing!" The house elf argued, her voice squeaking. She proceeded to walk towards the Malfoy's girl queen sized bed, so her big eyes, and over - sized head were only inches from Alora's face, making her jump slightly.
"Mistress Narcissa told Mippy to wake miss Alora up, and make sure she had breakfast with mister Draco, and Master Lucius!" The house elf qontinued, her high pitched voice brought pain to Alora's ears. "Mippy must do as she's told!"
Finally, Alora's eyes fluttered fully open, only for them to roll. "Fine." Alora caved, as she ripped her soft silk covers from her body. As expected, Mippy had laid out an attire on the divan in Alora's room, "Mippy has packed miss Alora's things for her travels to the World Cup of quidditch." Mippy walked towards the divan that held Alora's black dress, along with black stilettos and signature black headband. "Thank you, Mippy." Alora yawned, as she stretched her arms over her head, still seated very much comfortably on her soft mattress.
"Mippy only wishes to make miss Alora's morning easier!" The house elf said, the attire held tightly in her small spindly arms. "Mistress Narcissa bought miss Alora's dress, Mippy thinks miss Alora will like it very much!" The house elf beamed as she placed the black shoes beside Alora's bed, her voice as high pitched as ever.
The house elf that was only about, two to three feet tall held the dress up, so Alora's eyes could linger on it for approval. The dress was made out of a black lace, with see - thru fabric as arms, that seemed to be ending on the wrists. it was short, but not far to short, it seemed to end approximately just before the middle of the thigh.
