For all of her life she had known the same routine wake up, dress, go to the library and read for the day, return to her room, undress, lie in bed waiting for sleep.
"This had been the life of Ilora Malfoy for thirteen years, her only comfort being the books she read and the escapism she found in them. She read stories of dark wizards, potions, spells and their effects, her only other comfort was her brother, Draco, when he returned he told her stories of what Hogwarts was like, of the other students there and of what outside was like
Ilora had only been outside once, years earlier when on her tenth birthday Draco had snuck her out. For a whole 10 minutes she had been free, she had walked around the garden touching the ground, trees and flowers marveling at what the sky truly looked like without mucky glass in-between her and it.
" It was a bliss shattered by her father when he looked out the window and came screaming down towards them, grabbing her by the hair to drag her back inside. She still had the large burn on her arm from the excretion, she had come to terms with that price, but she could also remember Draco's screams, something she could not justify.
"It was when the Dark Lord rose when Ilora was thirteen her life that had truly been a thing of misery.