3 years later... both Sylvia and Draco are eleven.
It was midsummer, you were standing in front of the study room, gripping a letter from Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. As you started forward to knock on the door, you heard an argument arising inside.
You swear you weren't eavesdropping on purpose, but perhaps its because you've been with Draco for three years. You even learned his bad habit of eavesdropping.
"Victoria, you know you cannot the break the rules our ancestors have set. No member of the Caeru family has EVER graduated from Hogwarts! How could you privately write a letter to Hogwarts?" You heard your father saying.
"I know Sylvia will love Hogwarts, and with Dumbledore there, there is no other place safer than Hogwarts! Besides, Hogwarts is close to our home, I don't want to send my daughter all the way to France..." your mother replied sadly.
"Sylvia must go to Beauxbaton, her name has been on their list since she was born. You know that! Every girl from the Caeru family must go to..."
"Beauxbaton, I know! But it's different now, Billy. If something happens, we can find Sylvia immediately, you know what reason I was considering." your mother explained, trying to persuade her husband.
"I understand.." Your father stopped for a moment, troubled that he may have to disobey the House rules
"Besides, Draco will be going to Hogwarts. Cissy has already written to me, isn't that what you've always wanted? Both you and Lucius will be happy."
"Alright, I'll write to both schools. Once the invitations arrive, I'll let Sylvia decide." Your father caved, knowing he could not argue against his wife Victoria. You crept away silently. Once again, you swear you weren't listening in one purpose. You just accidentally heard some things you shouldn't have. This incident should not make you a naughty child. No, it should not.
Smiling, you walked back into your room and began writing back to the person who sent you the letter in the first place: Minerva McGonagall.
For the rest of your summer, you camped within your rose garden, waiting patiently for your father's owl to appear. It didn't take long. One sunny afternoon, you spotted a single owl flying out of your father's window and up into the sky.
"Stupefy!"
With a single stunning spell, you knocked the owl down into your lap as you untied your father's letter from the poor creatures leg.
"A single letter accepting the invitation from Beauxbaton, eh? Of course my father lied to my mother." Grinning mischievously, you tied your letter to Hogwarts onto the owl's leg. With your mission accomplished, you patted the owls head tenderly.
"Sorry about that, little guy, even though you should thank me. You don't have to travel all the way to France now! Go on, send my letter to Hogwarts."
You released the owl and watched it fly off into the air.
Draco's right, breaking the rules is fun. This better be worth the time I spent waiting. Don't disappoint me Hogwarts!