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"I'm what?!"
I stare at my mother incredulously, feeling hollow as I stand in my room, hands limp at my sides. She stands in my doorway, a grim look on her face.
"I said that you're going to spend the rest of the summer at the Malfoy Manor," she says curtly, glancing away from me to peer at my unmade bed. "You won't be visiting anyone, nor will you have anyone come to visit you."
I scoff softly, my face hot as the blood in my veins rage and deaden my ears. "Is this some sick attempt at a joke, Mother? Father was always better at those."
She falters, clearly surprised by what I've said. Her brows furrow, and then she inhales deeply and shakes her head as if to clear her mind. "It isn't my choice, Celeste," she says simply, flicking her wand so that my closet snaps open and out floats two empty trunks, resting on my bed before opening as well. "And it isn't yours."
"Can I at least know why?!" I scoff in disbelief, my hand trembling as I look at her completely aghast. "This is wonderful news to wake up to on my seventeenth birthday, Mother, by the way."
She purses her lips. "I'm sorry this has to happen on your b—"
"Don't bother. Just tell me why."
Mother hesitates slightly, glancing over her shoulder before stepping into my room. I frown at her deeply as she closes my door and casts a quick Muffliato over it.
"The Dark Lord wants you and the Malfoy boy to train for the month you have left before school begins and your task officially begins as well," she says in a sturdy voice, walking over to my closet and giving her wand a swift flick so that several of my shirts and sweaters come off their hangers, fold in midair, and float over to place themselves in my trunk. "So you should pack all the things you'll need for Hogwarts."
"Train?" I echo blankly, my throat closing up and heart pumping wildly as I watch her magic more of my clothes into the trunks, snatching. "Train for my task? What training—?"
"Occlumency, Nonverbal spells, Unforgivable Curses, Apparition, dueling skills," she lists off in a tired voice, her eyes closing for a second while all the clothes midair fold themselves neatly into my trunks and all the magic pauses. She inhales deeply, opens her eyes, and says, "He finds it best that you and Draco train together."
