Aligned. Elegant. The pure-blood society in a thorned jar. Leora Malfoy-cousin to Draco Malfoy and daughter to Idoria Malfoy-yet another particular noble heir to the purity pervaded by dark blood. Only A few months subsequent to her transition to 16...
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"A serpent, how alluring."
Leora Malfoy scrutinized the mousy snake her dear cousin, Draco Malfoy, had laced between her slender fingers. The witch permitted the reptile to coil her hand, not wielding fright towards it.
Her colossal eyes, dark, bronze and a complete contrast to Draco's, staggered and centered on the boy. His spine was aligned, and his lips were smeared with a pleased smirk. The dyad were in the Malfoy's colossal library, shelves grasping ceaseless knowledge enveloping them. Leora was perched with her legs crossed, and a facsimile of the Daily Prophet waspoised accurately on her thighs.
the headline illuminates. "Harry Potter: The Chosen One?"
Malfoy tower's over her. "Well it is your birthday, Leora." He states simply. "And im off to Hogwarts in a week. You'll need company for when i'm gone. They're quite popular over there, actually." Leora misses the intentional glance Draco grants her, for pins had struck her corazon. Hogwarts, and association with the castle of her desires dispirited Leora at merely its mention.
For the thirteen years of her life in which she lived in Malfoy manor, the nearest Leora had been to Hogwarts was the pervaded King's Cross station, and its particular platform 9 3/4.
Leora supposed if she had grown at the hands of her mother she would have attended Hogwarts all these past years. However, with the death of Idoria Malfoy, her mother's brother, Lucius Malfoy inherited the youthful witch, whom had then only resided as a three year-old child.
Instinctively, Narcissa Malfoy tended to Leora, fond and doting towards the witch who had no notion of what occurred, only that one day her mother was grasped in her hold, and the next she had disintegrated. Lucius, ever the blood-related, merely acknowledged Leora. Though, a fragment of conservation had been imbedded within the frigid man. This was proven when 11 year-old Draco Malfoy received his letter addressed from Hogwarts, and Leora obtained absolutely nothing.
Narcissa and Lucius had concluded that Leora would not attend the school, but instead be concealed at Malfoy manor. She would be taught non-verbal magic by a house-elf from Russia who also happened to be a skilled tutor. It was an ancient pure-blood tradition, but the dyad were convinced on concealing the fact Idoria Malfoy had a heir. Her mother was crowned a blood-traitor by the wizarding world after all, joining Sirius Black as being disowned.
Leora did not know who her father was, he had fled on her as well as her mother subsequent to her birth, Lucius had apprised her. The topic was a tense one, any allude to her father and Lucius would go deranged. He could not seem to flee from Leora's father, however, for the existence of him was potent within Leora's bronze eyes. Forever.
To anyone that pried, and many did so, Leora was the daughter of Lucius' deceased sister, but to those who didn't, she was just another egoistic addition to the Malfoy family. Leora certainly appeared so, with pale tresses, so blanch they nearly matched her dermis. One peer at her eyes, however, and your claims would be muted, for she did not wield the typical hoary grey.
