Sly

𓆙𝑓𝑜𝑢𝑟𝑡𝑒𝑒𝑛𓆙

     I sigh with exhaustion as I lay myself onto the couch. Draco and I finally arrived at my family's second home.

"There's no house elf?"

Draco asks me.

I shake my head with a yawn. Koda jumps onto my stomach, causing me to jump in place before adding some words.

"We usually do, but my grandma and your dad thought that it was a good idea to not have one since the task is to be more independent"

I explain as I cover my eyes with my hands.

"Haven't you slept enough?"

Draco asks, making me snap out of my daze.

"Sure"

I sarcastically reply before standing back on my feet.

"Do you want me to show you around?"

I ask, trying to be civil.

"Sure"

Draco says.

I begin to show him around the dark rooms.

The second Saloux Mansion was themed as slytherin by my grandfather, he was a slytherin with the pride of a pure blood. My grandmother is a pure blood slytherin too, but she didn't boast like he did. Every room was emerald green and a rich color of creme, the house screamed wealth and power instead of home.

"You're grandfather must be a proud slytherin"

Draco states.

"He was"

I say, to which Draco looks at me funny as if I said something out of the ordinary.

"Too bad that his granddaughter is a blood traitor"

Draco mutters under his breath, clearly not meant for me to be heard.

I look down to my feet and bite my lip in anger as he walks around the large living room. Blood seeps into my mouth as I suppress my anger. Just when I thought that things were getting better with Malfoy, I thought.

"I'm not a blood traitor"

I grit out, but Malfoy ignores it.

𓆙𓆙𓆙𓆙𓆙𓆙𓆙𓆙𓆙𓆙𓆙𓆙𓆙

I begin to write to the Weasley twins as I promised. We became pretty close ever since we bumped into each other at the library a couple of months ago.

Dear,
my favorite Weasleys (Please don't show this to Ron)

I wrote.

I paused for a second to think before dipping my pen into the ink.

  I just wanted to let you know that I am unfortunately stuck with Malfoy in my second home. (Bummer, I know). He has been nothing but rude to me for the past couple of hours, calling me a blood traitor and sort upon our first arrival. Nonetheless, it is beautiful out here and I wanted to invite you over for a night (I have not told my grandmother, so lets keep it a secret yeah?). I know that you guys are fascinated with muggles and already completed the task of independence and the task of not being suspicious, so I was also wondering if you wanted to go to the muggle word with me, especially since Malfoy's prejudice will unable him to come with me.

With all love,

Celeste Saloux

Before I can put my letter into the envelope, a pale hand with rings snatches it.