Hey guys, thank you for reading. My lovely BETA is busy with her own work so THIS IS UNEDITED. Luckily, she did send me some notes on what to do so I did try to follow them. I think she's trying to test my intelligence, haha. I keed, I keed. Any ways, Enjoy!
Persephone hadn't taken the whole situation well at all. Things had been smashed and broken, including but not excluded to: Vases, lamps, a side table, a muggle TV, the legs on 2 of the dining room chairs and various other furniture. Most of which was antique and very, very valuable. She managed to elbow a small hole in the wall while she was flailing about particularly wildly, and jumped and stomped until the chandelier in the family room swung in circles dangerously. Her mother and father listened to her rampage, but said nothing. They knew if they did they would just be fueling the fire.
But that night had passed and the next morning Persephone came down to breakfast in a usually late and sluggish fashion. Her normally smooth deep red hair was matted and dull, and her emerald green eyes were clouded and lifeless. But none the less, her parents were happy that she even showed up, as they weren't expecting her. She slumped in her chair and yawned.
"Good morning, dear," her mom said cheerfully. The red head yawned again in response and mumbled incoherently.
"Did you sleep well?" her dad asked, matching his wife's happy tone. This time instead of a yawn, she gave the man a glare. He shrunk back in his seat and got back to eating his breakfast without another word. They ate awkwardly for a few minutes before the daughter spoke.
"I just want to say something," she started, looking from one parent to another with a frown. "I know I can't change this situation, but if I don't like this dude, I will not marry him." Again, there a silence. She didn't break her gaze with them, showing her resistance.
"'Sephone," her mom placed her hand on her daughters. "We know what's best for you, dear. The Malfoys seem like very nice people and they have money. You will never need to work, isn't that what every woman wants?" Her mom looked sincere, but Persephone didn't agree. She snatched her hand away from her parents touch.
"No Mother," she snorted, "Some people actually do want to work. I want to do something I can be proud of," her mother went to interject but the green eyed girl kept going, not missing a beat. "And solely birthing and raising children is NOT my opinion of success," She finished stubbornly.
"Well, that's all I did was raise you, and I'm very proud of that!" her mother said, raising her voice slightly. Persephone looked at her stupidly for effect.
"Really, now?" she said, "Because last time I checked, sending me to school for nine months out of a year and having a nanny watch me during the other three isn't exactly raising me," her mom's mouth gaped in shock at her response. Even her dad looked like she had slapped him right across the face.
"Go to your room," the woman said emotionless. Persephone leaned forward defiantly resting her elbows on the table, as if challenging her Mother. "Now," she said again, this time with a slight quiver of anger in her voice. The red-head sneered at her parents before standing up and exiting the room, leaving an air of anger and resentment in her wake.
For the next few hours Persephone lay in bed and sulked. Her mother had come to her room and demanded she take a shower, but that request had long been ignored. She pulled out romance books and read inserts, day dreaming that the young Malfoy would be handsome and romantic. She thought about his father and felt dubious that they boy would be anything close to attractive.
It was three O'clock and the red-head knew she had to get ready. As a woman, it would take her at least an hour to do her hair, plus another hour to do her makeup. Then, there was trying on every dress she owned with each one of her bras. And once she had an outfit, she had to pick out jewelry. After that came the hardest part: picking out her shoes. Part of her was so nervous she wanted to throw up; the other part of her was so excited she could hardly stand it. She did not want to get married, but this was so exciting and romantic! It would surely be an adventure at the very least, she thought. Something interesting to keep her busy until the fall when she was to head to Europe and begin school.
She pulled out her curling iron and parted her hair. She gasped as she noticed her ashy brown roots were starting to show big time. She bit her lip nervously, thinking about what to do. Should she call Mallory and get her hair colored and styled? Would she have enough time? She looked at her alarm clock, which read 3:09. If she hurried, they could make it work. She opened her door and peeked down the hallway. The coast was clear, so she made a run for the parlor where the family's muggle phone was.
"Mom," she greeted sheepishly when she spotted the woman reading the paper next to the phone. The woman just nodded in response. "Can I call Mal and get my hair colored? My roots are bad and I want to make a good impression tonight," the red hair said, hoping to get a good response. When her mom heard 'good impression' she perked up and agreed.
"Yes, dear, your hair is something awful lately," she replied, making a face of disgust. The red-head decided to let this one go. She dialed her friend's number 8-0-3-5-4-3-6-6-7-0 and waited patiently for an answer.
"Hello?" came the sweet voice of her best friend. Persephone smiled, already excited.
"Mal, I have a hair emergency. Plus, I have SO MUCH to tell you. You free for a couple of hours?!" she asked, her enthusiasm apparent in her voice. Though her mother was curious, she couldn't hear the other side of the conversation. "Okay, okay, see you in a few," she finished before hanging up.
She jumped down the hall and sunk into the sofa in the Library. It was close enough that she could hear her friend knock, and it had entertainment. Mallory literally lived 3 minutes down the street, and she was the only muggle that could see the Casselman house for what it really was. Persephone sat and skimmed another, and more mature romance book with more interest. She was at a particularly heavy scene when she heard the soft knock on the door. She blushed, marking the page and answering the door.
"Heyyyyyy!" Mallory said, hugging her friend as soon as she could see her. Persephone returned the gesture. They chatted about school and their summers so far all the way up the stairs and to her room. Mallory set her bag down and sat the red-head down in their makeover chair. She started to brush knots and tangles out of her friends hair, preparing her for the color.
"So, guess what," Persephone started like she had some good gossip. Mallory looked at her through the mirror.
"What?" she asked in return, her dark blue eyes curious. Mallory was a sweet natured girl with chestnut-brown hair that was longer in the front and short in the back. She looked exactly like what a cosmetologist should look like with perfect makeup and cute cloths. She was 2 years older than Persephone, but she didn't look like it.
"I have an arranged marriage," the other girl said bluntly, enjoying the shocked look Mallory gave. She stopped brushing her hair and hugged her.
"Congratulations! Wow, that was so sudden," she said, still shocked. Persephone nodded in agreement.
"Yeah, I know right. I just found out last night," the red-head looked sad, Mallory noted as she started parting her best friend's hair. Mallory thought it would be romantic to have an arranged marriage. Her and her boyfriend had been together almost two and a half years, and she had to beg her boyfriend to even speak of marriage. She wasn't envious, but it made her resent her relationship a little.
"So is he nice, at least?" Mallory asked, getting busy mixing up color. It looked violet in the bowl, but Persephone knew it would be red as blood after it processed.
"No idea, I'm meeting him tonight," she shrugged like it was no big deal. A little shock of excitement shot through both their bodies. Persephone was meeting the man she would probably marry and Mallory got to help her get ready! She started from the bottom and worked her way up, covering the girls roots in the dark purple waxy liquid. It was cold, but the red-head was used to it. It was silent for a while as the brunette worked. Some small conversation came up like Mallory's boyfriend becoming a police officer after begging his chief for two years, and nursing school, but nothing too intense. It took Persephone 30 minutes to process then she jumped in the shower to wash it all out.
"Well, I'm excited for you! I'm sure he will be great. And if he isn't, you can always kill him," she said when her friend returned, hair washed and dried. Persephone laughed at the last part, knowing in the wizarding world that it was never that easy.
It took three hours for Mallory to get her best friends hair colored, trimmed, and styled in a beautiful up-do. She looked like a gorgeous tan mermaid the brunette thought with a small smile as she hugged her best friend goodbye. The newly painted red-head was still both excited and nervous, but mostly nervous by that point. She was dressed up, made up, and styled to perfection. She had on a gorgeous dark blue dress that played beautifully off her red hair and green eyes. Her hair was pulled up and to the side and hung down in long loose curls. Mallory had applied beautiful light gold makeup and curled her already long eyelashes until they looked false.
It was thirty minutes until the Malfoy boy was supposed to come and Persephone was pacing the floor in a desperate attempt to calm herself. She was all over the house, from the parlor, to her room, to the kitchen. She frequented the bathroom to relieve her nervous bladder and adjust her hair. She was a nervous wreck, and her parents didn't know what to do.
Of course, they were happy she was nervous and no longer mad, but they would be even happier if she wasn't either. But that wasn't going to happen, and they knew that much. Their daughter had always had an anxious nature, and this was pushing her limits.
She looked beautiful, though, her parents thought. They never got to send her to prom, but she looked like the prom queen tonight. Her dress was short, but shiny and elegant, and her hair was pulled up in a style that only Mallory could tame. They certainly had produced an angel.
The clock was ticking and the time was coming for the boy to arrive. The red head sat in a chair slightly behind the floo gate so she would have the advantage of seeing her Fiancé first. She wanted to pick at her polish, but she resisted. It was Six Fifty-five when she looked up at the clock, and her heart wrenched.
Draco's night wasn't going much better. He had tried on 4 suits before his parents decided a tuxedo would be best. He was tired, hungry, and stressed out about this whole situation. It was Six Fifty-Five when he met his parents in the Floo-room to transport them to the Casselman home, and he was anxious.
"You ready, son?" his father asked, adjusting his vest. He was hot, so he had his jacket slung haphazardly over his shoulder. Draco shrugged, not really acting like he cared either way. His mother, who was a good three inches shorter than him, placed a kiss on his cheek. When the time came, she was the first to say 'Casselman home' and get enveloped in the bright green fire.
"I'm proud of you Draco," his father said, clasping his shoulder. Unlike his mom, Lucius was the same height as his son. The youngest blonde didn't want to hear this father's empty praises, he just wanted to get this over with. Draco was next to Floo over to the Casselman home. He threw the powder into the fireplace, said 'Casselman Home', and jumped into the cold fire.
So, I was talking to my lovely Beta and when I personally picture my OC, I think of Ariana Grande from Nickelodeon. If you don't know who Ariana is, look her up. I picture Persephone being a few inches taller and not dumb, because she always plays an airhead character. BUT NEXT CHAPTER THEY MEET. Wonder what will happen?! Actually I have no idea either. T.T Guess its time to seek my fanfiction counsel! Leave me reviews and tell me what you think so far and what you want. :) I listen pretty good.
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