𝘴 𝘵 𝘢 𝘳 𝘷 𝘪 𝘯 𝘨

chapter one: the gathering

The Sinclaire family had deep ties to Wizards Mafia, they werent what you would call a Mafia family (like the Greenfields or the Zabini's) per se, they were what you would call the keepers of the Mafia affairs, they kept things quiet, payed off folks who needed paying off and even provided protection and security for those who needed it (inside and out of the Mafia business), all for a pretty heft price. So, when some of the highest ranking and richest families (one of which they were) of the wizarding world diecided to congregate together on the first week of the summer holiday for their children, it came as no surprise to the Sinclaire twins that they were to be one of the many families attending and the morning of, Maxwell and Davina dutifully slipped into their newest formal wear (because rich and powerful wizarding families all in one place meant you had to look your fanciest and richest), although it was not without complaint. 

"Mother, do I have to wear this?" Davina asks, eyeing herself in the full length mirror sat in the corner of her bedroom with disdain. She had not been able to attend the shopping trip the other day, and unfortunately for her, her mother had picked out something god awfully purple, rather than the usual show of the family color (red) that Davina usually tried to wear to events like this (because she was all about the family pride). The girl did a slow spin, trying to see what she could do to improve it, and pouted as her mother gave her a stern look through the mirror from where she sat on the large, four poster bed. 

"You're wearing it Davina, no ifs or buts." Rose Sinclaire says, watching her daughter spin. "If you'd like, you don't have to wear the matching shoes..i think black will be just fine." The girl seemed to lift spirits just the slightest bit at the mention of not having to wear the ugly heels her mother had actually thought would be okay to bring home, and gives the blonde a small smile, as if somewhat calling a truce about the dress. "I suppose I better go make sure your father and brother are ready, get your hair done love, and put on those silver earrings your father got you for Christmas.." 

The blonde rolls her eyes, but does as told. 

It wasn't long before the Sinclaire family had apparated to their hosts at Malfoy Manor, and were among one of the first families to arrive. After being welcomed in, the family were told to wait in the backyard and mingle about until everyone arrived, which was just what they were doing nearly half an hour later when Draco Malfoy came walking up behind Davina and her best friend, Maddison Greenfield, his infamous bored look upon his pale, pointed, but still somehow handsome face. 

The girls were giggling, gossiping about their fellow peers, particularly the girls in their year that were in attendance and what they were wearing or what they had done last year that would haunt them for the rest of their school lives and were completely surprised when Draco cleared his throat from behind them, mid gossip about one Pansy Parkinson and what she had done at the Yule Ball last Christmas. With a jump and small screams, the girls turned around, eyes wide in the hopes that it wasn't one of their parents there to scold them off. 

Their eyes went a little less wide at the sight of him, and, they relaxed just the slightest bit. They knew he had a reputation for being rude and cruel, and neither wanted to be on the receiving end of it. "Draco," Davina says politely, bowing her head respectfully for just a moment before grabbing her best friends elbow. "we were just about to go grab some punch, right Maddy?" 

"Well, i'm afraid miss Greenfield will have to grab her punch alone," Draco drawls, looking over the blonde before him. He couldn't deny that Davina Sinclaire was beautiful, she was knock dead gorgeous, and had often caught his eye last year, although he was too nervous to actually interact with her besides a few curt hellos, he thought that she was too sweet for him, even though she so clearly tried to act as if she wasn't. The purple dress looked beautiful on her, the shade sat nicely against her already sunkissed summer skin, and brought out the color of her eyes, which were the kind of pooling color that he thought he could just get lost in forever. "i'm supposed to escort Davina to our families' lunch table.."