(Aurelia's Pov)
December 27th
Things have been pretty calm in the manor.
Mattheo told me he understands why I need to cut ties.
And he was right. Mattheo should really take up a career in therapy.
But besides that, me leaving hasn't been brought up.
Things with Draco and I have been strange though.
We act like our argument never happened.
"The girls are going shopping today. I can't wait to see what they buy." Said Theo.
"They're gonna look hot as fuck." Said Mattheo.
"Aurelia you have a nice dress? You're gonna need one for the banquet." Said Enzo.
"Banquet?" I asked.
"Every year we go to the New Year's Eve banquet." Said Enzo.
"Who's all invited?" I asked.
"The wealthy and the purebloods. I fit into both of course." Said Draco.
I rolled my eyes.
"Do I have to go?" I asked.
"Hell yeah. You can't miss out." Said Mattheo.
"I don't even have anything to wear."
"You don't. I saw your closet, nothing fits the standard. Disappointing really." Said Draco.
"Aurelia doesn't have a gown lying around? That's absurd." Said Theo.
"I guess I need to shop then." I said.
"I'll get Daph to pick you up. Her Astoria, and Pans are going." Said Mattheo.
"I can go some other day by myself." I said.
"Why?" Asked Enzo.
"I don't wanna intrude."
"They're not like that." Said Theo.
I'm still iffy with Daphne. She's a cool girl, but I can't get the image of her and Enzo shagging out of my mind.
"I don't kno-"
"They're on the way." Said Draco.
"I don't wanna go toda-"
"Now or never. The last thing I wanna do is take you shopping." Said Draco.
I headed upstairs, and quickly got dressed.
Suddenly there was a knock on my room door.
"What do you want?" I said.
"Take this." Said Draco.
He gave me a credit card.
"Who's is this?"
"Mine. You're using it."
"Why?" I asked.
"Because. We're making you go to the ball. It's unfair to also make you pay."
"Draco I have money."
"I don't care. You're using my card."
"I don't need it."
I went to grab my purse, but he grabbed it first.
"Don't pull that shit." I said.
Suddenly my purse vanished.
"Draco!"
"You'll get it back when you buy a dress."
"What's the price limit?"
"$10,000 minimum." He said.
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A Losing Game
FanfictionYou'd think starting a new school in year 7 would be stressful. But it's not, not for me. My goal is to focus on myself, graduate, and get the fuck out of here. Move across the world, leave this shitty place. It's not like my parents would miss...
