CHAPTER ELEVEN
Angel had discovered that each year there was a ball held for Christmas, or rather, Yule. It was an event full of purebloods, mostly from the Sacred 28 but others as well. They used this event to socialise and build alliances, which was particularly important with the upcoming war. This year, it would be hosted by the Malfoys, and Narcissa had already started making arrangements.
The young girl had offered to help as a way to spend more time with the woman. Cissa had agreed, and that was how Angel had realised that she was a frantic planner much like her guardian.
This led to Lucius and Draco hiding from the pair to avoid being yelled at for doing something wrong or being in their way. Eventually, they were found by Angel, who tore their heads off about not helping them, and then she forced them to put up banners without magic as punishment.
However, the stressful few days were worth it as the mansion looked spectacular with all the decorations and lights that shimmered from the moonlight. Overall, Angel described it as the most beautiful thing she had ever seen.
Narcissa had allowed Angel to have her friends come over earlier than others so that they could help each other get ready, and all three girls had agreed. Now, Luna sat on Angel's bed braiding Daphne's hair in intricate patterns while Angel did Pansy's makeup.
The girls preferred to do things the Muggle way when getting ready as they found it more satisfying and to have a better outcome.
Once they were all finished, they gathered together before leaving the room. Luna was in a pastel pink gown that reflected her personality in just the right way, and Daphne had on an emerald green gown with patterns spread across it and it puffed out at the bottom slightly.
Pansy and Angel had wanted to do something similar to each other, so they both wore tight form-fitting dresses with slits on their lefts. However, Angel's was a light blue silk, and Pansy's was a black cotton fabric.
They all exited Angel's room and ran into Draco, who was leaving his. They all engaged in some small talk before Angel's three friends had to leave to join the ball. The Malfoys, including Angel, were to wait at the top to be announced to the others.
Draco and Angel were waiting for their parents to meet them at the top of the stairs when the latter caught sight of Narcissa, "Cissa, you're amazingly beautiful. How did Dray come from you?"
Narcissa smiled brightly at her daughter figure, who had complimented her, laughing softly as she blindly reached her arm beside her to pull Draco towards her.
This caused the girl to accidentally hit Draco in the face as he recoiled back, "That hurt, you motherfucking bitch!"
Although, with one disappointed look from his mother, he looked caught like a deer in headlights and turned to Angel, "I mean, you are the prettiest and greatest person I know."
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