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Chapter 10: No

7th November, 1975

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Abellina sighed in ecstasy as she leant back in her chair, stretching out her cramped shoulder and back muscles and pulling the paintbrush she'd used to tie up her hair so that her messy pink bob fell around her face. It was just past midnight and she had 5 very carefully penned letters set out in front of her. One of which was to Rabastan Lestrange whom she was distantly related to through Lucius' engagement to Narcissa Black, another to Bellatrix Lestrange and a third to Sybil Carrow and lastly one addressed to Septimus Malfoy. Irritatingly then all of her fathers close relatives were dead so she had to reach out to slightly more distant figures. Her fifth letter was a separate matter entirely and was addressed to none other than Harold Minchum himself. She had made sure to attach a note with her credentials and Dumbledore's recommendations to the envelope to ensure that it reached him.

She knew that her father had joined the death eaters whilst he was still in school as he was only two years beneath Lord Voldemort and was connected to Septimus Malfoy through Abraxus whom was also a friend of his. Septimus Malfoy had controlled the minister for magic through blackmail and despite his age was still influential. She decided that he was the best person to give her advice on the inner workings of the ministry. Rabastan and Bellatrix were both death eaters alongside her father and therefore Abellina was asking them about the circumstances of his death under the guise of a hopeful future death eater and fanatical daughter. Sybil Carrow was her mothers great aunt and Abellina was hoping that she could tell her a little more about her fathers personality. The letter to Harold Minchum was concerning her position on the Wizengamot as she was aware that he would need to be persuaded to allow her a seat.

Dumbledore had said that he didn't know anything of her fathers participation in the order of the phoenix however, there was a similar french resistance that had been organised by many french aristocrats. Beauxbatons was almost exclusively pureblood and french society was very wealthy and therefore also pureblood. That meant that there was very little involvement from Voldemort as it was unneeded so this resistance was more against the government than anything else and Dumbledore was finding out what he could for her.

"Why are you still up?" Marlene grumbled, peeking through the curtains of her bed.

"Just had to finish up some homework." Abellina replied, shoving the letters into her desk draw and not hesitating to lock it whilst she slipped her bra off from beneath her top.

"Bullshit" The blonde stated bluntly, swinging her legs over the side of the bed and sauntering over to Abellina's desk, draping herself across her chair as soon as she got up to change into her pyjamas.

"Urm, excuse you McKinnon but I actually have an incredibly strong work ethic." They both knew just how much of a lie this was and laughter churned in Abellina's throat as Marlene executed the exact eye roll that had done significant harm to most of the male population within hogwarts walls.

"I have heels stronger than your work ethic" She deadpanned in her flattest, most expressionless voice with dull eyes.

"Then you must have some incredibly strong heels." Abellina quipped, sitting on the end of her bed before falling backwards so that she was laying down with her feet dangling over the edge.

"Every girl should invest in a good pair of heels" Was Marlene's retort which caused Abellina to nod in agreement even though it couldn't be seen.

"Indeed." Marlene stood up and positioned herself so that she was looking over Abellina and as their eyes met they burst into laughter that made their stomachs hurt and forced Marlene to sit down. The volume of their laughter woke up Lily who pulled the curtains around her bed open and poked her head out. Her hair always went frizzy overnight so it was now looking like a piece of modern sculpture- strands sticking out at extraordinary angles.