italicized means words spoken in french
One early morning. A mother, father and other house elves were already decorating their home for tonight's party. The invitation listed among British and French pure blood families - Malfoys, Parkinsons, Zabini. And went to extend to invite the French, British and Romanian Minister of Magic, along with their friends at work.
Here I was, soaking myself in a milk bath inside the liver shaped bathub, inhaling the citrus scent of lemon scented candles.
"Lady Clarity, your maman want you to come out of the bath and dress up already!" Pinky called. Pinky is the only house elf that spoke fluent english. I hummed softly before standing up from the tub and drying up with a clean, fresh towel. Wrapping the towel around my body before blowing out the candles and exiting the bathroom.
On top of my bed is a black off shoulder evening gown with crystal sequins around the chest area. I slipped the dress on with ease, watching as the dress hugged my body and showed the right curves. I decided to curl the ends of my hair and applied a minimal amount of makeup. I then slipped on my heels before taking a look at the full length mirror.
I was shocked. It didn't looked like I was fourteen. I felt and looked like an adult. But it was good change.
"I keep forgetting that you're growing up. Look at you, you're a big poop already." Hugo says, standing with his arms crossed in the doorway of my room.
"You are the bigger poop here. Remember? And you're just one age away from already becoming a senior citizen." I joked, laughing at how Hugo looks taken aback with my joke.
Hugo wore a black and red suit with fur on his shoulders. I had forgotten how he was already accustomed to the fashion in Durmstrang.
"When I graduate from Durmstrang, you'll just steal my books." He says, entering inside my room and then sitting on the foot of my bed, laying his back down on my bed.
"And that is very correct of you!" I said before lightly flicking his forehead. Seconds later, mother came inside our room. She too, is wearing a black gown.
"My children are all looking so grown up." She awed at the sight of me and Hugo. Placing her hands on top of her chest.
Hugo and I approached her, the two of us enveloping her into a hug. "We love you too, mom." The two of us said in unison.
As we pulled away from the hug, I noticed how my mom's eyes became watery. She tried hard to not let a single teardrop fall from her face.
We then heard footsteps coming towards my bedroom. The door opened and my father shower in view.
"The guests are here." He says, a smile painting his lips.
The first to arrive were from the French Ministry along with the minister himself. They were very pleased and delighted that amidst of their work load, they could take the time off and found the opportunity to relax and enjoy the party that my parents were hosting.
The following guests to arrive were Mrs. Zabini and Blaise. According to what Pansy had told me before, Mrs. Zabini is getting ready for her marriage. To her seventh husband. Her previous husbands all died mysteriously, leaving her and her son incredibly rich. As soon as I heard the story, I told Pansy to change the subject alredy.
"Nice to see you here, Carpentier." Blaise says, looking good in his black suit.
"It's nice to see you, Blaise!" I spoke, trying my best to speak in english.
