Maturing

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August 16th, 1994

  Juniper is now 14 years old and it is the summer of 1994, and the summer is soon ending. Ever since Juniper was little, she spent most of her time, along with Theo, at the Zabini  household while their parents were at work in the Ministry.

Callisto worked in the Department of Magical Law Enforcement, and Malia worked in the Department of Mysteries.

When her parents picked up Juniper from the Zabini's this day they had noticed an envelope clutched their owls talons. It was late, the sun has already set on the horizon of their yard.

Juniper sitting at the kitchen island on a high counter stool while her parents were leaning their backs onto the marble top. Malia twirled around and slid the black envelope with a white pearly wax and letter M molded into it.

Once Juniper was handed the black envelope, she began opening it as slowly as she could. She knew it was from the Malfoy family once she saw the wax that gleamed when it hit certain lights. The wax was Narcissas signature touch, black envelopes paired with green wax is too known for those within their "family".

As soon as she opened the letter within she read the words written on the parchment,

     Dear Mister & Missus Silvius,

I hope you and your family are doing well. As the summer comes to an end and our children will soon have to go back to Hogwarts, I would like to ask if Miss Juniper would be able to go on a short trip with us? We would love for your daughter to join Draco and Blaise at the Quidditch World Cup in two days, chaperoned by Lucius of course. Sadly I will not be able to go with them, but I am sure that the boys will take care of Juniper. If you are allowing her to join, she will need to bring two or three days worth of clothes and she will be sleeping over tomorrow. Also, Callisto, Lucius needs to have a meeting with you. May you all be safe.

Sincerely,

Narcissa Malfoy

As Juniper finished reading the letter she looked up at her two parents for approval to go. They of course nodded 'yes' knowing that nobody would mess with Lucius.

"I want you to stay by Blaise the whole time okay?" Callisto said sternly, looking into his daughters eyes with concern.

"You don't have to question it, you already know i'm staying by Blaise. I just don't want to fucking stay with that bloke Dra— I'm so sorry father I didn't mean to be swear, he just always gets on my nerves." Juniper was about to say things she was going to regret but thankfully she caught her self.

"It's alright Mors, now how about you get ready for bed and pack your bags when you wake up tomorrow? Your father will take you to the Malfoy's around noon since he needs to have a chat with Lucius. Now head upstairs love." Malia said as she kissed her child's forehead.

Juniper then races up the stairs to get ready for bed, excited to watch quidditch. She hurries to brush her teeth, washes her face quickly, changes into a new set of pajamas and hops into her bed.

August 17th, 1994
Juniper's POV

  The summer morning sunlight beamed through my curtains onto my face, the heat of the sun waking me up. I open my eyes slowly, letting them adjust to the bright light. It was 10 in the morning. After a few minutes of laying in bed trying to remember my dream, I remembered that I get have to pack. Ugh I don't want to stay at the Malfoy's.

I tossed the blanket off my legs and swung my feet to the side of the bed. I head over to the bathroom seeing that my hair is a mess. I have to use potions to fix my hair since I am not of age yet.

Fucking hell I look like Hagrid!

I'm usually never home alone, well our house elf is here, but i'm always at Blaises but today my parents made me stay home to pack.

I hover over my bathroom sink, looking through the cupboards to find my hair serum to straighten it. My thick brown mixed hair really needs it. I obviously have a love hate relationship with my hair, my hair is like this because of my mom being half South East Asian.

Glass bottles 'clinking' as i shift them around trying to find one single bottle. "I found it!" I yelped and poured a lot into my hand, then rubbing it throughly. My hair is now straightened, thank Merlin! I continued with my routine my brushing my teeth, washing my face and all the other usual stuff.

As I was changing out of my pajamas I was looking in the mirror, I noticed something. Something looks different. I haven't really checked my body all summer. It wasn't my skin tone , I have always been a deep olive tone. That also coming from my mother, I don't have any features of my father besides my hazel colored eyes and cheekbones.

Aha! I have found what is different! My waist was smaller, my hips..they were curved more, same with my ass. Everything matured except for one part.

My tits were still a size B, they weren't bad though, perky. They looked like a billywig bit my chest and left two mounds of swelling. After examining my changes I then put on some new clothes. I wore a black tank top and leather belted pants and heeled booties, paired with the my grandmother's earrings, a silver crescent moon necklace, and the family ring.

I checked the clock to see what time it was. "Oh fuck it's already half passed 11!" I yelled and started to grab my essentials quickly and putting them into a small cloth bag. I haven't even started packing my bag yet, so I just tossed random clothes into my duffle bag along with some shoes and pajamas. Someone's coming towards my room. Father?

'knock knock'

"Come in father" I shouted loud enough so he can hear me across the room. The door slowly creaks open, revealing my father in his work attire.
"I'm almost ready I swear, I just have to make sure I have everything"

"Okay hurry up though, we are leaving in five minutes. We are apparating there by the way." My father mumbled, tired from work.
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a/n
Hey loves! I just want to say that shit chapter was another filler chapter. I hate saying excuses but it is hard getting into a story without getting to know the main character first. I promise it will be normal soon! Have a good day or night lovelies!

xoxo, CM

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