𝓼𝓽𝓪𝓲𝓷𝓮𝓭 𝓰𝓪𝓶𝓮𝓼 - MR, TR

1.

"Don't make me sad, don't make me cry
Sometimes love is not enough
And the road gets tough, I don't know why"
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Amira

"Well legally-"

"Please Rose, leave the statistics for another day, I haven't got enough time in this world for that."

"Very well miss Lestrange, yes, yes running away from one's parents after eighteen is considered legal, but in the case of your mother-"

I groaned.

I'm not usually like this, only when I'm pissed. No Rose doesn't deserve it, she doesn't deserve anything to do with me because coming anywhere near is certain death, my last name speaks for itself. My darling mother has been absent my whole life and I appreciate that, only now a certain noseless delinquent had to free her for whatever. I speak of it as if it were yesterday but no, it's been sometime and I've leaned the hard way 'mother knows best' either that or suffer the consequences.

If only one's days could be spent counting things and people to burn for amusement. I don't consider myself a tragedy no, but I do plan on leaving a mark on anyone in my path to kill her, my darling mother, or the crazy bitch she is, mother is far too sweet of a word.

I spent most of my life in solitude, other than Lauretta, my cousin and best friend, we have different as well as similar views, one of which includes discussing endings, bad ones, we've all been told either go straight or reach a dead end, if my only choice is to follow what's been chosen, then I shall forge my own, with twigs and mud if I must, the journey does not matter, it is the ending that counts, and aren't we all too pleased to follow hopeless curiosity.

"Miss Lestrange, I think that shall be enough for today."

"I think so too, have a good day Rose."

She bowed her head before walking off with a smile. She is a sweet woman in her late thirties, she's taken care of me my whole life, from changing me to educating me, I've been homeschooled along with Lauretta but we live separately as well as study. Rose has dusty blonde hair and warm hazel eyes that suit her perfectly, she is far too sweet for this side of the world, her purpose since being brought here has been to ensure I live up to the standards set for me and of course prepare me for that bitch's wishes, becoming a deatheater and of coarse, marrying a deatheater.

I got up from my huge dinning table, useless honestly, no more than three or four people come to this house and even fewer stay, it's not exactly a happy home, that depends on your perspective I guess, this has been my home and I in fact do consider it happy, it provides me solitude, something I would choose over any company, other than Lauretta's. Empty halls topped with expensive imported furniture, high end chandeliers adorning the ceilings, paintings of all the assholes it took to form the fear that follows the Lestrange name.

My room sits at a far corner, it is a very comfortable size adorning my favorite things.

"Miss, miss Black desires your presence."

"I shall be right there Benedict." I watch as he bows before walking off.

I stride back to my lounge area, sure enough there she is, a small mischievous smile playing at her lips but her eyes hold a curious sense of rage.

"If it isn't my favorite cousin."

"You're only cousin of two you mean." I smile, it has been a few days since I've heard her voice, I suppose I have missed it.

"You look well." She smiled.

"Wish I could say the same."

She scoffed but still held her smile.

"To what do I owe this pleased."

"You can cut that tone of yours. I am here in business."

"And what business May that be?"

Her smile glitched and I arched a brow.

She was dressed beautifully, as always, she always looked effortless, her raven hair half up and half down, a black turtleneck and plaid skirt adorned her hips, her boots polished and her nails black to match her weary energy, and as usual, the small amethyst pendant around her neck. She has a thing for bringing her dull presence with her wherever she goes, the atmosphere shifts to match the darkness in her eyes and I bloody love it, I get a sick thrill out of seeing it, the discomfort others tend to feel and the anxiety and nerves prickling them, she carries intimidation like a weapon, her eyes say countless threats while her mouth holds a sweet smile.

"I seem to have received a letter." She pulled out an envelope, an emerald green stamp visible, the Malfoys.

My smile fell to match hers.

"Benedict, did I receive one?"

"Yes miss."

"Where is it?"

"You seem to have burned it along with the others you received."

I cursed under my breath.

I walked over to sit beside her and nodded for her to open it.

Her fingers carefully opened it and pulled out the folded piece of parchment it was concealing  and she opened it with shaky hands, her nerves were evident and so were mine, it wasn't everyday you receive a letter that could possibly ask for your life.

Dear miss Black,

You have been listed in attendance for the ball scheduled for this Saturday evening, your presence shall be greatly appreciated, this letter is your invitation alone, no plus ones are allowed, the dress code and timing is mentioned below. Please note that absence shall have consequences.

Lucious Malfoy.

I groaned. The irritation was clear on our faces. This was no doubt to celebrate the death of Dumbledore and make a clear statement to all their followers that they're ahead and shall be victorious.

"Well I guess that's that, it's in two days." I sighed.

"I suppose, do you mind if I spend the night? We do have to go dress shopping tomorrow." She smiled.

I smiled "hurry along then."

She jumped up as we ran to my room laughing. If there was anyone I'd choose spend this torturous night with, it'd be Lauretta.

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