Sorry ladies, I'm taken...
Jennie
Wizard Renegades|Post-War
FC:Luke Youngblood
My Future
*opens her eyes* Mmm? Oh, thanks. *leans over to pick up the tea*
Can I do anything else?
*shakes her head, and winces, realizing that’s a bad idea* Don’t think so. Thank you.
Okay.
*is curled up in the fetal position on the couch*
Hayley? *sets tea down on table*
*opens her eyes* Mmm? Oh, thanks. *leans over to pick up the tea*
Can I do anything else?
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Want me to make some tea?
That would be lovely, thanks.
*magical narrative driven time lapse occurs and Lee returns with a saucer and a cup of tea*
*is curled up in the fetal position on the couch*
Hayley? *sets tea down on table*
Want me to make some tea?
That would be lovely, thanks.
*magical narrative driven time lapse occurs and Lee returns with a saucer and a cup of tea*
You alright, Hales?
I’ll be fine. Just a headache. *forces a smile*
Want me to make some tea?
*shrugs* Thank you. I enjoy what you guys write too.
I don’t know what you’re talking about, mate.
Draco didn’t particularly want to see his aunt. For most of his life, she’d been locked up in Azkaban. He failed to see why he should be grateful or happy about her coming to stay with them. His mother insisted he dress in a suit and stand at the bottom of the staircase to greet his ‘Aunt Bella.’He had better things to do with his time than meet some defeated, pathetic, person who’d been stupid enough to flaunt her loyalties when the Dark Lord fell.He hadn’t had an aunt for most of his life. He didn’t see why he had to pretend she mattered to him now.
Draco ran a hand through his hair and turned at the sound of footsteps coming down the steps. It was his mother. She stood behind him and placed a hand on his shoulder and looked up. “Draco, this is your Aunt Bella.”
Draco put on a smile he used whenever his parents expected him to present himself before people. It quickly slid off his face. One glance and he knew this Aunt Bella would see through it. In fact, that was all it took.
Her dark eyes bore into him sharply and she squinted at him as she descended the staircase as if deciding whether he was worth her time. Her hair was dark as her sister’s was fair. Where his mother was elegant and cultured and refined in movement and dress, his aunt was rough, with a distinct aura of knowing her own perceived importance, and her movements reminded Draco of a caged panther he had seen once, wild and dangerous. The only similarity between the two sisters was the haughty and proud demeanor. Draco realized both of them had most likely been trained to possess it. He tried to retain his own, but his eyes darted from his aunt to his mother and back again trying to compare them.
Bellatrix reached the bottom step and tilted her head to the side seizing him up,”What are you staring at, nephew?”
Draco crossed his arms. Narcissa cleared her throat and shot Draco a disapproving look. He let his arms drop to his side and tilted his nose up, meeting her dark eyes with a defiant gaze from his grey ones, “Welcome back, Aunt Bella.”
