Supercilious

Off To Hogwarts

The moment I opened my eyes, I regretted it. Why, you ask? Because I was facing the window and had forgotten to pull the drapes the previous night. What the house elves even did was beyond me— it's one thing for me to forget but aren't they supposed to take care of all this?

But, enough about elves and drapes—they're the least important topics right now; there were far more exciting things on the schedule today, namely, going to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

Hogwarts was one of the many schools that taught magical children how to use their magic, my parents had gone to it too, and so had my grandparents.My mother, father, and too many cousins to count from both sides were Slytherins.

Slytherin is one of the 4 houses in Hogwarts, Slytherin is the best house, really. 

 Ambition to success? Check. 

 Resourceful to the brim? Check. 

 Loyal friends? Check. 

 Smarts and cunning? Check. 

Most important of all, minimal interaction with muggle-borns and blood traitors? Check. 

 So naturally I am all set to be a Slytherin too, I am a Malfoy after all, It's in my blood. 

Yawning, I got off my bed. I wasn't a morning person, but right now I felt anything but sleepy. I could run a mile—which is, again, something I usually avoided—I just felt very energized, or restless, take your pick.

Once I had showered, braided, untangled, and then combed my hair, I finally went downstairs, two steps at a time. I almost slipped once before finally reaching them—my family. They were seated in the dining room, which held a long table, and the only time it was fully used was when other families came to visit, like the Parkinsons and the Greengrasses. I suppose the Zabinis too, though the only constants were Blaise and his mother; his stepfathers kept changing—a lot.

I took the seat beside my brother Draco, my twin brother, three minutes apart—a fact he lords over me. I mean, how much more experience can he get by coming three minutes earlier into the world?

He was almost bouncing in his seat. Though I was as excited as he was, I was way better than him at hiding it.

Opposite me sat my mother, who looked like she was getting ready to say a few words, and beside her sat my father, Lucius Malfoy, who sighed heavily. "See, Cissa, someone has already forgotten all about her poor father."

 I pushed back my chair and rushed to him. My father was the best. Never once do I remember him scolding me specifically, Draco mostly got scolded by our father, while my Mother took the credit of that for me, it was a known fact among family and friends, that I, Lucille Malfoy, was my father's little princess. 

Pressing a kiss to his cheek, I said, "She has not."

Once I was back in my seat, Mother cleared her throat and, as expected, said, "You are both going to Hogwarts today. I know you will make us proud—"

Father interrupted, "Of course they will, they are Malfoys."

"I hope you will continue to uphold the honor of our name and remember who you are."

"Cissa—" Father began, then paused at the look he received from Mother. He closed his mouth and gave her a look of mock seriousness and intense concentration. She rolled her eyes but gave a small smile, which fell away quickly. She gave Draco a sharp look and said, "Study well and do not get into fights."

"Why were you just staring at me?" my brother questioned.

I replied on her behalf, "Because you're the one who gets into fights and trouble," and received a sharp glare.