Dead as the Winter Frost: Part 2
Author's Note: I just wanted to thank, xXMizz Alec VolturiXx, for the great and very first review for the revised edition of A Hierarchy to Kill For! I hope you all enjoy part two of Dead as the Winter Frost! Enjoy!
XOXO,
Amadea
The fire was one of the only things that had a sense of warmth in this room. Her mother and Draco were the coldest of cold. Not even death's chill could warm their freezing cold hearts. Her coat, easily fixed, was airing out by the fireplace as her mother continued to ramble in an exchange of words with Narcissa and the newly-arrived Lucius. "Rest assured, Mrs. Marco, that Draco will be severely punished for his actions. I also would advise you to make sure your daughter will not act like a howling banshee as well."
"So that's where Draco gets it from." Amadea let out a soft snort of amusement to herself, praying to God that she'd never marry someone like Draco.
"Lucius, I beg to differ. Amadea wasn't a, "howling banshee", she felt like Draco wasn't treating her properly. You have to see both sides of this."
"Perhaps, but let me attend to our son, and teach him the consequences of mistreating our guests. Goodnight, Mrs. Marco, I hope to see you in a different situation as this." Annette ran her fingers through her hair, furrowing her eyebrows as Lucius turned around. Narcissa watched her husband turn the corner. "I'm sorry, Annette. I wish today didn't go as badly as it did."
"Well, we can't turn back time, now can we? Amadea, it's time for us to go. Grab your coat, we are leaving."
"But Mommy, I'm still co-"
"NOW, Amadea. I don't care if you're cold. I'm not the one who was fighting in the water in the middle of winter." The young child's eyes were filling up with silent tears as she quickly wiped them away, retrieving her coat. "Goodbye Mrs. Malfoy. Sorry about the trouble…" Narcissa bent down to hug the curly-haired girl. "It's alright, sweet one. We will make sure that next time will be better, okay?" Kissing the top of her head, she watched as the little girl turned around, her eyes almost pleading to take her away from the woman who was dragging her out of the door.
In that moment, her blood turned cold. Annette had no compassion for the only thing related to her by blood; her child. Narcissa felt a sense of motherly guilt wash over her. Always wanting a daughter of her own, a little girl to turn into a beautiful lady, she wanted more than anything to take this sweet girl in, but, sadly, it was not possible.
"Mama…"
"Enough, get into the house." Shoving her daughter in forcefully through the doors. The child fell onto the cold wooden floor, scraping her knees. Annette picked her up by her hair, slapping her across the face.
"Learn."
That was all her mother had said to the crying child, curled up into a ball on the floor, walking away, with the clack of her heels.
Forever burnt into her mind. All she wanted to do was wither away, like the flowers in the garden, killed by the winter frost. She never understood how she couldn't be like the flowers, for her mother was as dead as the winter frost.
Sorry, everyone, that this chapter was so short, but I promise the next one is coming up soon! Thank you for reading! :)
