When I slid open my wardrobe doors, I swear I'd seen moths fly out. I dig into the black abyss with the fear that something might just bite my arm off. I only owned three dresses, to my sister's disapproval. I wasn't going to pull all my clothes from my closet and stress over what to wear. I'd simply go wearing something that made me feel comfortable, with the illusion of making an effort. I pulled my hair into an elastic band and flattened off my elegant skirt. I wore my face bare, due to my burning hatred of makeup and how it makes some girls think and feel. I checked my watch, 6:48. Thank God the trek to the Manor wasn't that long. I took the stairs three at a time, slipping a couple times and nearly landing on my butt.
"Excited are we?" My mum met me at the bottom of the stairs.
"Em. No, what gave you that idea?" I dusted myself off, but the crashing feeling of my heart against my rib cage said otherwise. I slipped my shoes on, tying my laces. My mother gave me a disapproving look
"You look so beautiful," she began playing with a loose strand of my hair when taking in my appearance. "Why do you have to ruin it with those shoes?" She finishes dryly and I frown.
"But they're comfy," I argue dropping my bottom lip.
Candice came into the room sulking. Her eyes burned with flames once she saw me. "Are you seriously going looking like that!?"
"I have no time for your petty comments. I have a date to the ball," I grin skipping over to the door.
"Hold on Cinderella you can't go to the ball in your rags," she laughs sarcastically, but I just glare at her and shout 'bye' to my mum, ignoring Candice's presence.
The door to Draco Manor was no different to the others in our neighbourhood. It had hinges, a door bell, a door handle and...oh no. Wait. And it had one of those freaky gargoyle faces on it with optics that stared into your soul. So maybe it wasn't any different; maybe it was severely different. The perfect cliché of were the town's mass murderer would live. My finger hit the doorbell and cackling sounded from inside. I literally jumped out of my skin.
The door was pulled open and I was met with Gracie's young face. "Sorry, we still need to get that changed."
That's a brilliant way to scare off civilians. We both greeted each other and she elegantly invited me in. The inside of the house contrasted greatly with the outside. Clear white carpets covered the floors in every room like a pure blanket of snow, the doors were lightly varnished, and the same with the table that sat under an oval mirror. It was very bare. Gracie led me through the halls of their large house and into a room as big as my front lawn. A long wooden table with enough seats to sit sixteen people was set out with plates, bowls, spoons, and every other dinner set over the sun. Tall candles lit the room in silver stands.
"Do you like it?" A rough voice asks. I hadn't even noticed him enter the room or Gracie leaving, for that matter.
"A candlelit dinner. A bit cheesy, don't you think?" I tease.
I could feel his body heat wrapping me into him. His warm breath censored the nerves on my bare neck from his soundless laugh.
"I thought this is what most girls like."
"I'm not most girls," I replied.
"No, you certainly are not," he mused. My gut felt like swallowing me up. "Have I told you how beautiful you look tonight?" He whispers in my ear.
"No," I say breathlessly.
"Well, I should have sooner. You took my power away."
"Power?" I question. Was this some Southern slang I didn't know of?
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The Grey Butterfly {H.S}
Fanfiction"A candle lit dinner, a bit cheesy don't you think?" I tease. I could feel his body heat wrapping me into him; his warm breath censored the nerves on my bare neck from his soundless laugh. "I thought this is what most girls like" "I'm not most gi...
