"Aunt Mora!" Called little Draco, all of seven years old. He had gotten bored of looking at the albino peacocks in the front of the manor, and went to the gardens where his Aunt Morticia (he still couldn't say her name right so he stuck with Mora) was likely to be.
"Yes, little Draconis." Morticia called back, lounging on a swing in what adults would call a "provacative/Play Wizard" pose. Not that Draco knew this, he was seven years old! She was ever so grateful for this, she did not want her godson to look at her that way. "How are you today."
"I'm okay." He said, taking in her clothes. Muggle clothes that showed far too much by pureblood standards, a shirt with no sleeves and shorts to her knee. "Aunty, why do you wear muggle clothes?"
"Because they are comfortable, little Draconis, and I grew up wearing them." she said simply. Lazily she trailed her fingers along the top of the pond her swing was next to, enjoying the little fish nibbling on her digits.
"Where is Sirius?" The Head of The Most Ancient and Noble House of Black was hardly ever away from his girlfriend, even when she visited the Malfoy family.
"Hmm, Sirius is looking for a ring for me." Her face split into a grin and there was this twinkle in her eyes. "He thinks I don't know, but he forgets that I'm a Seer."
"Does that mean you'll finally be engaged?" This was exciting news to Draco, he had wanted to actually be related to his godmother since he could remember. Well, after he found out they weren't related to begin with. Oh, he had been so sad that day (more like the whole month, but that was beside the point).
"Yes. I'll soon be your cousin if I remember right." There was probably more than just 'cousin' but that sort of thing had never interested her. She had actually been interested in falling in love with a muggleborn or something along those lines. But then Sirius comes in and suddenly all she can think about is having this pureblood from an Ancient and Noble House.
British wizards are so weird.
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