A.N./ here's chapter three; I really hope y'all enjoy it. As always, any familiarities belong to J.K. Rowling. Please R&R thank you
It had been a long afternoon for Danelyn, and to say she was tired would be an understatement. She had not realized that to 'aparate' meant to disappear from one place and end up in another. She decided shortly after their arrival at the mansion found her flat on her bum in a small pond, that she hated apparating. That had been two hours ago and Danelyn could not shake the uneasy feeling in her stomach as she tried to focus on the tour her cousin, whom she now knew to be named 'Draco', was giving her of the expansive estate.
She snapped out of her thoughts as Draco announced that they had finally arrived at her room. "Dinner is served promptly at 7:30, and is a formal affair. I expect that mother has filled your closet with some clothing that should be around your size, so please try not to look like such a peasant at supper."
Danelyn only nodded, so Draco turned and quickly walked down the hallway. Danelyn took a shaky breath to prepare herself for the monstrosity she was expecting her room to be. After opening the door she sighed allowed and a wide smile spread across her face.
The room was perfect. It was rather large and very spacious. The walls were painted a light, sky blue, and the carpet was a super plush crisp white. The bed, she was delighted for the first time in her life to actually have a bed, was king-sized, and four poster. It was a light wood, which Danelyn couldn't place, with shades of blue coverings, and long gauzy curtains hanging around it. Directly across from the bed, was an expansive fire place with a large white mantle that housed a single silver picture frame with a picture of a young woman with long, dark, curly hair who was laughing uncontrollably. Danelyn noticed with a start that due to the resemblance in their hair, this must be a photograph of her mother.
As Danelyn continued to explore the room, she was thrilled to discover her huge walk in closet. The closet seemed to be nearly as large as her room. It had two walls to hang clothes, and an entire wall dedicated to shoes and accessories. Taking up the fourth wall was a huge vanity with a mirror encircled in fragile looking silver designs that appeared to be flowers. As Danelyn leaned in to closer examine the frame-work she was startled to see her appearance.
Her skin, which was always a light, nearly translucent ivory, was covered in about 6 months' worth of dirt. She seemed far too skinny for her original body type. Although she was naturally thin, she looked as though she had not eaten a bite of food in a very long time. She was sad to see that her hair was looking even more disheveled than she had feared, with bits of leaves and twigs sticking out of the unruly curls, and her entire head was covered in bald patches. But, by far the worst thing about her appearance was the lack of life in her eyes. Her usually sparkling gold-green eyes were flat and lifeless and not a hint of color could be seen on her face.
Danelyn stifled a sob and ran quickly out of the room and away from the dreadful mirror. She felt that she was to dirty to inhabit the room at her current state. And it was far too beautiful for her to stomach the thought of soiling it, so she quickly opened the last door that she was thrilled to discover was a large white-marble bathroom.
Upon spotting the tub, Danelyn quickly drew the water for her bath and set about locating everything she would need to fix her appearance. Danelyn was pleasantly surprised to find that everything she would need had already been sat out for her on a silver tray. She quickly began reading labels and discovered honeysuckle scented shampoo, conditioner and soap. Along with a deep conditioning treatment and a hair-growing potion to grow back her hair where it had been torn out.
As soon as the bath was full, Danelyn stripped herself of her oversized filthy dress and climbed into the water, savoring the feel against her grimy skin.
After about an hour in the tub, Danelyn emerged from the bathroom wrapped in a fluffy white towel. She felt as though she were a whole new person. She eagerly crossed her room and entered the closet to pick her outfit and get ready for dinner, since she was alarmed to see, she only had one hour to get ready for. She decided on a long purple dress that was simple yet elegant. It was a dark, plum-like purple, with a thick strap on one shoulder. The material wrapped daintily around her mid-section before cascading gracefully to the floor. With it she chose a pair of small silver heels and a pair of simple diamond stud earrings. Thankful that the foster mother she had at age 9 had insisted she pierce her ears.
After getting dressed Danelyn ran a brush through her damp curls and let them air dry, creating a small French braid head-band with the front section of her hair. She didn't apply any make-up besides a small amount of lip-gloss and a small dab of mascara on each eye. Just as Danelyn emerged from the closet there came a small knock on her door. She took a deep-breath and smoothed out her skirt before opening the door to find a very shocked looking Draco, who was handsomely dressed in a crisp navy blue suit.
"Mother has asked me to escort you to the dining room", was all he said before turning and walking swiftly down the hall. Danelyn gave herself only a moment to calm her nerves before hurrying after her cousin to endeavor in her first family dinner.