Kallista Zenia Emrys is born in the world of high society pure bloods. Being one of the last remaining descendants of Merlin- the Greatest Wizard of all time- she finds herself being weighed down by the extremely high expectations that her name give...
"if you can't beat them, arrange to have them beaten"
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The beginning of summer marks the Malfoy's annual ball. An exclusive party for the elite. It was boring and most times annoying but it was part of being in the world of all things pure blood.
My grandfather and I, floo in. The Malfoy Manor was decorated exquisitely. I was dressed in a black silk dress with a modest slit on the side.
Narcissa greeted us with a charming smile that only a lady of true breeding could pull off. "Welcome, you two."
"The place looks magnificent as always, Narcissa." My grandfather compliments with a smile.
"Kallista, you look absolutely lovely." Narcissa gushes giving me a peck on the cheek. "Draco, darling, Kally is here. Come and say hi."
Draco appears from the other room dressed in a crisp black suit and looking very handsome. His eyes find me instantly and his mood brightens visibly.
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"What is that tasteless dress Parkinson is wearing?" Daphne growls in an unladylike manner.
Parkinson was wearing a much too revealing almost see through cocktail dress. It was a ball gown only type of event.
"Missus Malfoy looks scandalized when she saw the dress." Theo chimes in taking a sip of his drink.
"I've never seen my Mother's nose turnt up so high." Draco comments not even batting an eye at Parkinson who was currently chatting up Adrian Pucey.
"Even I think it's too vulgar." Blaise adds. "And I've seen them all from my travels to Italy."
Greg and Vince we nowhere to be seen. They were most likely by the food enjoying theirselves.
"If even Blaise thinks that then she'll be sent home early with no chocolate box." I say with a laugh.
I had nothing against Pansy Parkinson. She was pleasant enough with me. Daphne she hated because of Daphne's raising popularity to be the next big society hostess.
Draco laughs with me. "No chocolate box? She'll be lucky if Mother allows her near the food."
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My grandfather sat at the head of the Malfoy table looking like he was holding court with his army of expensively dressed men in suits.
They were all discussing things in hushed voices. Some even pointing to their forearms. The Emrys' were never associated with the Dark Lord.
Powerful was the Dark Lord but he didn't come near my Grandfather. He's much too respected to have succumbed to joining the Death Eaters but that didn't mean our family didn't offer resources to our friends that were.
It's how my parents died. They were both overseeing the transport of resources to the Malfoy's when the Auror's came mistaking them for Death Eaters and were given the killing curse.
