𝐌𝐈𝐃𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐑𝐀𝐈𝐍; 𝐇𝐏 𝐱 𝐇𝐎𝐓𝐃

𝟎𝟎𝟕; ᴛʀᴏᴜʙʟᴇ

𝕸idnight 𝕽ain / crazy but mine
chapter six ━━ Oh, oh.
( Trouble )

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☪︎┇ DAEMON WAS AMAZED THE LILY'S FIERCE PERSONALITY. He wondered if Ambrosia will inherited those amazing
personality. In a way, the fierceness in Lady Potter's eyes look like Ambrosia's.

Ambrosia had never believed she would meet someone she hated more than you know who, but that was before she met Draco Malfoy.

"Its understable actually. His father is Lucius Malfoy. A peacock, why was he in the house of the snakes? Unknown."
Sirius rolled his eyes, his dark hair falling over his eyes.

"Probably genetic." James pointed out.

Still, first year Gryffindors only had Potions with the Slytherins, so they didn't have to put up with Malfoy much. Or at least, they didn't until they spotted a notice pinned up in the Gryffindor common room that made them all groan.

Flying lessons would be starting on Thursday -- and Gryffindor and
Slytherin would be learning together.

"I am sure Ambrosia will be good at it. She did ride a dragon in our lives." Corlys stated proudly.

"Amazing," said Ambrosia darkly. "I can not wait to surpass my father!" She grinned. She had been looking forward to learning more flying techniques more than anything else.

James smiled at the sight. She wanted to
surpassed him but Merlin, she already is better than him. And he could not be any more prouder of his only child.

"You don't know that. You could make a fool of yourself," said Ron reasonably. "Anyway, I know Malfoy's always going on about how good he is at Quidditch, but I bet that's all talk."

"He is always all talk." Callisto said, looking at his friends. He was not even offend, after all. Blood does not always make you family.

Bitter are the wars between brothers.

Draco Malfoy certainly did talk about flying a lot. He complained loudly about first years never getting on the house Quidditch teams and told long, boastful stories that always seemed to end with him narrowly escaping Muggles in helicopters. He wasn't the only one, though: the way Seamus Finnigan told it, he'd spent most of his childhood zooming around the countryside on his broomstick.

"He has quiet of Narcissa's look." Sirius mumbled. His cousin, he wondered if at least one of them had cared about him. If one of them had enough gutt to stop their family from going crazy. Sirius tsk,
of couse they did not.

They were too busy.

Even Ron would tell anyone who'd listen about the time he'd almost hit a hang glider on Charlie's old broom.

Everyone from wizarding families talked about Quidditch constantly. Ron had already had a big argument with Dean Thomas, who shared their
dormitory, about soccer. Ron couldn't see what was exciting about a game
with only one ball where no one was allowed to fly. Ambrosia had caught Ron prodding Dean's poster of West Ham soccer team, trying to make the players move.