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"You hate me." I stated bluntly as my mother told me the news. "You totally hate me."
"I do not hate you, Evangeline." My mother chided. "You come from a pure-blood family, and you need to do this to upkeep the family name."
"Its not fair!" I shouted, running a hand through my caramel brown curls. "Your selling me off like livestock!
"Do not shout." Mother said sternly. "Now go get ready."
"Mom!" I groaned, then started to stomp upstairs to my room.
"Proper ladies don't stomp." Mother called, making me roll my light blue eyes and lighten my step. I got into my giant room, and sat on the window balcony overlooking the Chicago skyline. My phone buzzed in the pocket of my shorts.
"Hello?" I answered glumly.
"Oi! Ever! What's up?" My best friend Fia Black asked cheerfully in her awesome British accent.
"Mom says I'm getting engaged tonight." I moaned, hitting the back of my head on the wall behind me.
"What?" Fia yelled, making me jump. "She can't do that!"
"Its a family tradition." I said, mimicking my Mom's voice. "We need to upkeep the family name."
"What if he's hot?" Fia asked in a curious voice.
"Fia! Not helping." I sighed, shaking my head. "What do I do?"
"Just see what happens. Maybe you'll like him!" Fia pointed out brightly. "Well I have to go. I'm going shopping with Harry, Ron, and Hermione. Seventh year!"
"Have fun." I muttered, rolling my eyes.
"Be brave, Ever." Fia laughed before hanging up. I took a deep breath and sat back, closing my eyes. I was startled by an owl tapping on my window. I quickly let it in, where flew in and sat on my dresser with its leg out. I quickly untied the letter and patted it's head.
"Thanks." I said before it flew off. I ripped open the letter in excitement. It was from my school. Chicago Institute of Creative Arts and Magic.
Dear Ms. Evangeline Mae Faye
Since you are now starting your seventh and final year at Chicago Institute of Creative Arts and Magic, you are going to be offered to take part of a program where you will take your classes at another wizarding school in Britain, Hogwarts. Your classes will be as follows.
Advanced Dance
Singing Lessons
Charms
Theater Arts
Script Writing
Defense Against the Dark Arts
Potions
Care of Magical Creatures
You will also need to update your study books, and refill your potions ingredients. You will still be able to have a part in this year's musical 'Wicked' as Elphaba if you practice during your stay at Hogwarts. Have your parent/guardian sign the permission slip below to allow you to study at Hogwarts for this school year. Hope you are well,
Madame Stoll
Oh. My. Gosh. I made the part of Elphaba. I can't believe it! I checked the list behind the letter to see who would be Glinda, and my heart leapt. My friend Marie was doing it! Sweet! To bad Fia didn't go to my school. She was a really good singer, and I think would be awesome as Glinda.
"Evangeline! Are you ready yet?" My mother called up the stairs. I cursed under my breath and shot up.
"One sec, mom." I called back as I rushed for my closet. I threw on a silky blue shoulder strap dress that hugged my chest, then flared at my waist and flowed down to my shins. I quickly used Mrs. Macklin's Happy Curls hairspray, which made my messy ringlets into smooth and orderly, slipped into a pair of blue ballerina flats, then took a breath to collect myself, then walked downstairs.
"You look nice." Mother said, nodding in approval. "Now your father is already in his office with Mr. Malfoy and our lawyers making the official document for your marriage. I want no funny business tonight, am I clear?"
"Yes, Mother." I mumbled, looking down at the floor with vengeance. Mother put a hand softly on my shoulder.
"It may not be as bad as you think it will be." She said softly before going to the door to wait for our guests. I sighed deeply before following her. They arrived a minute later. The father wasn't there with them obviously, but there was a tall woman with platinum blond hair and a mutual expression on her face, which turned into a smile when she saw my mother. The boy next to her, most likely my, uhg, fiancé also had platinum blond hair parted to the side, and a handsome face. He was taller than me, which isn't hard, and had well tone muscles that showed slightly through his suit. In one word, he was hot. But that didn't matter to me. He could be an arrogant jerk for all I know.
"Narcissa!" My mother cried, holding out her arms for a hug.
"Talia!" 'Narcissa' hugged my mother, then pulled back beaming. "It is great to see you again. May I introduce my son, Draco Malfoy."
"Pleasure to meet you." He said formally, kissing my mother's hand like a gentleman. His greyish eyes flashed to mine, and he reached for my hand. Ignoring the urge to pull it away, I let him kiss my hand.
"The pleasure is all mine." I said, forcing a smile onto my face. His eyes raked up and down my body, making me feel uncomfortable.
"Narcissa, this is my daughter, Evangeline." Mother said, gesturing to me. Narcissa smiled at me, and nodded in approval. Cue the feeling of being livestock.
"My mother has told me so much about you." I said in a feather light voice, curtsying to the woman who would become my mother in law.
"Its nice to meet you, Evangeline." Mrs. Malfoy smiled at me, and nodded to me.
"Now lets go enjoy a nice dinner." My mother declared, ushering us into our fancy dining room. Our house elves served us many different dishes, and we ate in silence. Well, Draco and I ate in silence while our mother's conversed.
"Oh, mother." I said when they paused in their talking. "I have a permission slip for school. Could you please sign it when you get the time?"
"Of course, Evangeline." Mother answered with a smile. "Evangeline goes to a top primary school for magic, and creative arts. She's a very talented singer. Why don't you sing for us Evangeline?"
"Um. Well." I stammered, blushing deeply. I can sing in front of huge crowds, but when I'm not on a stage or in front of only two or three people, I'm hopeless.
"The contract is finished." Father declared saving me from having to sing in front of them, suddenly striding into the room with a tall man who looked like Draco. The man's eyes swept up and down me, and he nodded in approval. I knew that I looked like the ideal pure blood wife. Small, though with curves, perfect curls (if I use a ton of my magic hairspray) and baby blue eyes. It totally sucks.
"Perfect." My mother purred, beaming like she just won the lottery. I looked over at Draco. No.
I looked over at my future husband.