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Hiraeth - a profound, bittersweet longing, nostalgia, or yearning for a home, place, or time that is lost, gone, or perhaps never existed.
Narcissa Malfoy raised a lady. One who knew her manners, when to hold her tongue, and could infiltrate gossip circles with nothing but a sickly smile and a well placed compliment. Lucius Malfoy... well let's just be glad that he got his male heir two years after the birth of his daughter.
Carina Malfoy carried her family name the same way Atlas held the world. Back aching, knowing she couldn't afford to falter for a second. She knew, eventually, that her shoulders would dip and her world would shatter, but so far so good! Some say the pressure made her bitter, others say it softened her. Personally, Carina couldn't care less. Who knew that ignoring all your problems was such an amazing way to cope? The rumours that followed her, she ignored. The anger of her father that seemed to increase exponentially? Ignored. Her Mother's fortnightly reprimands? Ignored. Her massive crush on one of her closest friends? You guessed it, ignored! Although she was struggling with that one. The point was, nothing could hurt her if she simply didn't acknowledge it. So what it seemed to be piling up and that she felt like a powder keg on the verge of explosion? She would be fine!
Right?