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Zero ╱Prelude to Green
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The Manor of the Malfoy family was unusually still.
It was usually a bustling place of servants, House Elves, and a duo of snow-haired children running about every corner of the grandiose home that makes Yvaine feel like there is no where she can escape to these days. The silence is deafening now. Her daughter is away with her governess somewhere in the home. Ever so often, Yvaine can hear the bellowing call of Deucalion... Her son's dragon flying overhead the manor never fails to make her pick at her fingernails even more.
The cause of today's silence is owed to the fact that the St. Mungo's Healers haven't left her husband's chambers since the morning. They insist, along with the servants, she cannot be let in for their examination of Lord Malfoy.
Their scolding vexes her.
She is not a child to be pushed out of a room in her own home; Yvaine has been the Lady Malfoy for years, far longer than her husband's first wife ever was. But that short incumbency has seemingly cemented more loyalty than it ever has for Yvaine. She knows it has to do with her. Her husband's daughter.
The servants tell her Abraxas suggested she to send an owl to Wensicia to pass the time and have someone to talk with for the day—Yvaine rather chat with a Dementor, face her sons dragon or spend a fortnight in Azkaban than see her husbands daughter flout about her home with those wretched children of hers bothering Lucius and overwhelming her little Isolde.
Children were never her pinnacle. Miserably, Yvaine cannot deny that her stomach has begun to stretch her clothes again...
Everyone in the manor knows it, too.
Another child.
Yvaine has begun to feel misused.
"Madam. We can send an owl? Lord Malfoy even wishes for Miss Wensicia and her children to attend tonight's dinner," One of the House Elves, named Saffron, meekly offers again. "If Madam would prefer we write—"
