"i should put it all behind me, shouldn't i?"
|| billie eilish
Makayla Malfoy
Louis and I still aren't talking. He is still upset about the fight, but he also doesn't enjoy the space away from me. Unfortunately, my boyfriend holds grudges, so this will probably last a while. What's worse is that the wedding is tomorrow, which means that Mattheo and I leave tomorrow. If he wasn't so stubborn, maybe Louis would actually make his time with me last.
I walk downstairs from the bedroom Louis and I regrettably share and make my way to the living room. There's no one here. It's quiet. I never really like the quiet, but it'll do, for now. I sit down as, for the first time ever, I make an acquaintance with the silence. It's calm and peaceful. I used to hate the calm and peaceful feeling that silence gave me. My life is probably the most chaotic day-to-day life you could ever imagine. There's not a single moment in time that is calm or peaceful when you're walking in my shoes. Except for right now. I kind of like it. Maybe... I haven't decided yet. There are many feelings and thoughts rushing through my mind right now and I can't pick and choose which one to settle or agree with. Am I bipolar or something?
The silence doesn't last long as Harry, Hermione, and Ron all walk in through the front door. They're oddly quiet. When I glance over, my gaze meets the face of the Minister of Magic—Minister Rufus Scrimgeour. His long brown hair dangles just above his shoulders as his wrinkled face gazes upon my confused one. His expression remains nothing but neutral.
Harry coughs quietly before muttering, "Makayla, the Minister is here to speak with all of us."
"Including me?" I utter in disbelief. Why would the Minister of Magic want to speak to me? The last Minister who gave me an ounce of attention was Cornelius Fudge, and he hated me. He probably still does.
"Yes, Makayla," Ron says in the midst of a sigh, "including you."
"Alright..." I mutter as all four of them walk over to me and take their seats. Harry, Hermione, and Ron all sit on the couch. We're all crammed here, but whatever, it's the only other seat in this room. Meanwhile, the Minister sits on the chair across from us.
"Well, I guess we'll go on and get started..." the Minister grumbles. "I'm here, I'm sure you all know, because of Albus Dumbledore's will." My eyes widen as I glance at the others. They're just as surprised as I am. A will? The Minister would only be talking to us about this if Dumbledore had left us something. But that only means... "Surprised, I suppose? You all didn't expect that he left you anything?"
"All of us?" I ask, almost dumbfounded. Why would the Albus Dumbledore leave me anything? I'm one of the people who helped him get killed.
Before the Minister gets to affirm, Harry blurts out, "If Dumbledore has been dead for over a month, why did it take so long to get the things he left for us to us?"
"Isn't it obvious?" Hermione snorts. "They wanted to examine whatever he left us. Which you had no right to do, by the way!"
"I had every right," the Minister grumbles dismissively. "The Decree for Justifiable Confiscation gives the Ministry the power to confiscate the contents of a will—"
"That law was passed to stop wizards from passing on Dark Artifacts," I blurt out, "and the Ministry is supposed to have evidence that the deceased's possessions are illegal before seizing them! Are you telling me that you thought Dumbledore was trying to pass us something cursed?"
"Are you planning to follow a career in Magical Law, Miss Malfoy?" he asks.
I can feel my gaze harden as I coldly say, "No, I am not. I plan to actually do some good in the world."
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𝐂𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐋𝐄𝐒 𝐂𝐑𝐔𝐌𝐁𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆 (OC x OC) - Full Series
FanfictionMakayla Malfoy, daughter of Lucius and Narcissa Malfoy, is just a girl trying to get through her eight years of education at Hogwarts, until some crummy first years make that impossible. Now she must help them through their journey, so they don't do...
