This is how I'll write things :
"Parceltongue""Thoughts"
"SHOUTING"
"Mortis speaking"
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It was morning and the sun was shining dimly behind the clouds , bird's singing their melody, cold wind blowing. It didn't look like it'd rain, just chilly.
Time: 7:00Petunia burst through Hadrian's room, only to find Hadrian snuggled with a blonde figure, she was sure their wasn't any man when they arrived. Petunia soon realised it was the boy in the portrait AKA his boyfriend, she squealed. Both boys stir open their eyes, only to find petunia smirking at them. The worse case scenario came into Draco's mind.
"Who's that." He said glaring daggers at petunia.Hadrian was oblivious as always to why Draco was acting like that but petunia got the sign and her smirk widened. Hadrian and Draco were currently sitting on the bed, facing petunia.
"Do not worry. I'm his Aunt." Draco blushed. "I wasn't worrying!" He said."What's going on? Who's worrying? And why?" Hadrian said looking around. Draco and petunia sighed at his obliviousness. "Guess you're still the same at this kind of thing.." Draco murmured. "Huh?"
"Nothing." Both said and Hadrian said, "tell me!".
"You guys change and get to the dining room, I'll be there." Petunia said ignoring him and left the room.
Not so soon after, they changed.
(One by one!)Hadrian and Draco walked in the dining room to see petunia reading the daily prophet.
She was wearing red dress, white top with a red ribbon. Velvet tights and black heels. The outfit had a red hat to match with.(She looks like this woman in the picture with a little longer blonde hair.)
"You looks gorgeous aunt." Hadrian said and petunia waved her hand, putting down the cup of tea.
"You flatterer. Your boyfriend looks way cuter.""Of course he does. But you do too."
Hadrian returned and Draco blushed.Draco's outfit:
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Hadrian Riddle, The next dark lord { Drarry } (HIATUS)
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