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Some families inherit wealth.
The Ashbournes inherited history.
For nearly six centuries, Ashbourne Hall has stood in the English countryside, passed from one generation to the next. Their name is old, their fortune older, and their connections stretch through the highest circles of wizarding Britain.
But unlike many of the families who share their pedigree, the Ashbournes have never believed that blood makes a person better than anyone else.
Vivienne Ashbourne was raised to know the difference.
Born in England but raised across the Atlantic, Vivienne has spent the last three years at Ilvermorny, building a life far removed from the expectations that come with her family name. She has her friends, her reputation, her own world.
Then, at sixteen, she returns to England for the summer.
Back to Ashbourne Hall.
Back to the family traditions she grew up with.
And back to a boy she hasn't seen in years.
Draco Malfoy remembers Vivienne.
He remembers the little girl who used to follow him through the Ashbourne gardens, steal sweets from his plate, and somehow always manage to get the last word.
What he doesn't remember is this version of her.
Elegant. Clever. Unbothered.
And entirely too amused by him.
Vivienne, however, remembers Draco perfectly.
She simply decides not to let him know.
Because sometimes the people we've known the longest become strangers when we see them again.
And sometimes, somewhere between remembering who they were and discovering who they've become, we begin to see them differently.
Some stories begin with a first meeting.
Theirs began long before either of them knew it was a story at all.