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ch1•in theory

In theory, being part of the Goodwill household is a dream. One of the purest blooded families left in the Wizarding world, the Goodwill name sits atop a whole vault of gold and ancient artefacts worth double the money it would take to buy the whole of London, with a little left over to conquer Spain. The name carried no dark mark or taint, purest name truly

However, as per her character, Aquaries always found something something wrong with her name.

Today, it was the strong bond between the Goodwill's and Malfoy's, a questionable pairing, yet strong nonetheless.

This is why she was currently packing a whole weeks bag to prepare for her stay at Malfoy Manor and her trip with them to the Quidditch World Cup.

She had just finished stuffing some white dress into her trunk when a loud crack filled her room.

A house elf bowed to her, long nose scrapping against the floor before lifting her head and smiling.

"Whoozy would like to tell Young Mistress that Master is coming this way, Young Mistress,"

Aquaries, or Rye as she typically goes by, smiled and thanked the house elf as she popped away, just in time for the door to open.

Carl Goodwill took the greatest luxuries and pleasure in the wealth he was born into. He was a portly, short man with chins that reminded Rye of the many curved stairs they had in the manor. Mr Goodwill was greying on the top of his head, the crown already thinning. He was red from walking up those copious stairs, leaning on the door frame to pant and regain his vigour. 

"There she is!" He wobbled over, using his large, beefy arms to engulf her into a hug. He was rather short and so she rested her chin on his head, wrapping her arms around him, barely. "So pretty, my girl!" He let her go, brushing a strand of her from her face quickly before going to the trunk and beginning to squeeze it shut. "Dearest Narcissa just came by floo, looking younger everyday that woman! Marissa is just serving her some tea before you leave, wanted to make sure you're all set to go!"

Rye laughed, patting her dad on the shoulder.

"I'm finished anyway, you didn't have to come to check on me,"

Mr Goodwill waved her off.

"Gah! A few extra moments with my daughter, why would i pass it up?" He pulled at the trunk, sliding it off the bed and letting it fall to the floor with a thunk.

"Oh Father, stop being a flatterer, what is it you really want?"

Mr Goodwill chuckled, rolling his eyes.

"My beautiful Aquaries is too smart for her own good!" He sat down on her bed, patting the space next to him for her to sit in. "Dearest Rye, I've heard some startling rumours!"

Rye mentally groaned, mapping out every excuse and escape route in her head before continuing the conversation-lecture.

"About Malfoy again?"

"Why! Draco will do! You've been friends since you were in nappys! I'm certain you're on friendly terms!" The man grinned. "But yes, Draco has apparently grown into his looks, you see. I hear hes already had ten marriage requests since last summer! Isn't that exciting?"

"Completely, I'm very happy for his...recent fame."

"Isn't it amazing!" Mr Goodwill's grin slowly slid off his face, his hazel eyes met hers. "Ah. The only problem is that our seal isn't among them, why! I think we ought to change it, don't you? He's such a fine fellow! Imagine the life you two could have together, you complement eachother like-like...crumpets and butter! Amazing together! I talked to Lucius and he said he wouldn't even have to consider it--"