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Letting out an exasperated sigh at her brother’s continuous complaining about his vicious book, she pulled out her wand and casted a non-verbal silenco charm at him. “Don’t give me that look, dear brother, its only temporary and you can go back to listening to your own voice again.” Amara grinned at him. “Now, if you weren’t an arrogant git,” She enjoys telling that to her brother every chance she could, it was highly amusing for her. “You could have read the warning label that it will bite, so you have only got yourself to blame.” 

Hearing a familiar voice behind her, a small smile appeared on her lips, it disappeared as she turned her body around to face him. “Well, its the only place to get away from the stares and the gossip.” Amara informed him, giving him a small smile but it really didn’t reach her eyes. It has been a rough couple of months, despite her best friends attempting to help, its not helping her or the situation. “How are you doing, dear brother?”

“And I hope you are following that person’s advice, Oberon.” Amara said, watching her cousin intently. He looks skinny than the last time that she had saw him, but, it does happen to run away from his evil parents. “I would rather have you alive than dead.” Amara said. “Your mother had made it her mission to kill anyone who has betrayed this family.” She has been alone with her deranged aunt long enough to know what she wants and who she wants to kill, including her own son. 

“The same thing I should be asking you.” Amara responded back, arching her eyebrows at him, with a small smile played on her lips. “But if you must know, I am doing my Prefect duties, something that I know that you aren’t one.” Amara stated before her smile small became a Malfoy worthy smirk. “So, I am wondering why you are out and about? Perhaps meeting a lady friend.” 

Hearing those words coming from her cousin’s lips, Amara’s icy blue eyes stared at him. She saw a hint of concern in Oberon’s eyes, it made her smile. “Your concern is touching, Cousin.” Amara whispered softly, turning around so she was facing him full on. “But you don’t need to worry about me. I am gifted in occulmency.” Amara said, finishing off by placing her hand on his cheek. “You need to be careful, however. I do not want to hear anything bad about you. Understood?” 

Standing in front of her bookcase, Amara was debating on what book would help her study, when she felt she wasn’t alone in her personal library. Her parents, brother and their friends know that this is her personal space and need permission to enter, so it would not be them. The only creature that is allowed to enter her library without permission would be her personal house elf, Tinsel, and she knows its not her. Her elf is with the other Malfoy house elves, either cleaning or cooking. 

At the risk of being cursed, it was someone who is an idiot or daring enough to face her wrath. She subtly reached for her wand, gripping tightly and turned around, ready to send a nasty curse to see it was her aunt Bellatrix. 

Her mother’s deranged - insane - older sister, someone she wanted to avoid from the moment that the death eater had escaped months ago, but now the time has come, much to her displeasure. 

Nonetheless, she kept her wand in her hand, as she spoke to the dark-haired witch. “Aunt Bellatrix.” She greeted her, with a force smile. “People don’t come in here unless they asked me.” Amara continued, with a hint of displeasure in her voice. “So, what can I do for you, Aunt Bellatrix?”

What a beautiful day, Amara thought to herself, as she was sitting on the wooden swinging chair, located in one of many gardens that the Malfoy manor has to offer. Seeing the beautiful day inside, she wanted to get out and enjoy the fresh air and that’s where she ended up. 

She had one of her favourite books sitting on her lap and Tinsel, her house elf, placing some snacks and drinks on the table beside the chair. “Anything else that Tinsel wants to get Missy Amara?” Tinsel asked. 

“No, thank you, Tinsel.” Amara said. “I will give you a call if I need something else.” Tinsel nodded her head, when her eyes looked over and bow slightly. “Mistress Narcissa.” Amara looked over her shoulder to see her mother, and her house elf disapparated back into the house. 

Removing the book from her lap, placing it beside her as she stood up and gave her mother a smile. “Mother.” 

@unfrgivble​ asked   ❝ I am not an evil wizard! ❞

Reading an article from the witch weekly, the young Malfoy was enjoying the peace and quiet with her father, till she heard him blurting out about him not being an evil wizard.  Amara glanced up to stare at her father, and said, “No, you are definitely not.”