𝒯𝒽ℯ 𝒫𝓇ℴ𝓂𝒾𝓈ℯ𝒹 𝒪𝓃ℯ | 𝐝𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐨 𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐟𝐨𝐲 |

#16 Fairy Lights and Mistletoes

Christmas Holidays came by faster then I thought. The train ride back was relaxed with Maribel, Blaise and Draco keeping me silent company.

It was for the information my parents dropped, as soon as we approached them on the train station, that we would host a banquet on Christmas Eve, that my excitement for the holidays dropped.

So much for a good family holiday.

As it turned out, my parents didn't received my owl about Umbridge's doing weeks ago, which was pretty odd. Pippin always delivered reliable. But after I told them about the rules and punishments the woman used, they weren't as shocked and outraged as I was hoping for. They said that they would do something against the medieval method in her detentions, especially after they got informed that she hurt me, but they agreed with the fact that the school should get reformed for better standards and a better reputation. - just like Umbridge told me.

Before Christmas, Maribel and father were gone most of the time, which was surprising. But according to mother, they were visiting the Malfoys for arrangements and invitations, whatever that meant. It was something I wouldn't want to think about, at all.

On the Christmas evening, I got ready in my chamber. I had straightened my curls in the slightest so that they were laying over my left shoulder in soft waves. I had arranged a small hair accessory decorated with pearls in it to settle devoured with a few hair strains on my head, fitting the same ones on my dusty rose dress. And only the framing strains around my face were softly pinned back.

I used the remaining time until I had to be down to greet our guests to read a few pages, kinda escaping in the world of Chatsworth House.

"You look beautiful, little lamb.", the voice of my mother rung out, once she entered my room. She wore a beautiful dark-blue floor length dress, her dark-brown curls pinned up neatly and on her neck the pearls my father gave her on their wedding day this year.

"Thanks mother, you look stunning yourself.", I answered and closed the book in my lap. I quickly looked down to see if my dress was still in its place, because the last thing I needed was a rumbling on about how I should pay attention to not get creases in my skirt.

She paced over to stay in front of me, a loving smile on her lips.

"Maybe you should stop living a hundred lifes on that pages and focus on your own.", she snickered and stroked over the fabric of her dress, before she came closer and pinned one curl behind my ear, making me look up.

"Lay down your lecture and come to the hall with me, our guest will be there soon and then I don't need your thoughts swirling in the depths of Longbourn and Netherfield Park.", my mother smiled playful and reached for my hand.

"Wait, mom, you read Pride and Prejudice?", I breathed out amused before I stood up and intertwined my arm with hers as we left the room for the staircase.

"Sure do.", she smiled. "When I was younger, but don't tell your father."

The halls were decorated in beautiful fairy lights, green fir tree branches and mistletoes. The dinner table was arranged in the middle of it, candles were lit and every place was equipped with gold colored porcelain.

Through the entrance already entered a couple of guests and on the corner of the floors stood the Parkinson family along with Maribel in deep conversation.