The scene: you and your fiance have slipped into an empty room during the annual Malfoy yule ball to make out.
It seems they were about to start making out in this same room.
They found you two instead.
Nott practically squeaked. Hands immediately flying off of her and up straight in the air in open submission. Before she could even ask him what in the bloody hell was wrong a very obvious throat cleared from just behind her. No.
She whirled around in time to see both of her parents standing before a now closed door. Her mother could hardly hold back her grin, eyes dancing between Delphini and her fiancé. Her Father.. Well, he certainly seemed significantly less amused.
"I'm sorry.. Were you looking for something?" She could hardly contain the spite in her tone, teeth grit and blood suddenly boiling. Did they follow her? Did they actually follow her?
Or.. No, why did mother suddenly look so guilty? And Father, he'd never chase her down like this.. at least, not now that they were engaged..
"You're joking." She deadpanned, the only one seemingly able to fill the growing silence. Behind her she could feel Nott stuck somewhere between laughing and panicking. "Must you two continue to act like teenagers? Gods Father - you're practically an artifact at this point!"