Serena POV
My name is Serena St. Clair, daughter of the most renowned French designer, Marie St. Clair. Ever since I was born, I have grown up around fashion shows, celebrities from the muggle and wizarding world, and friends that only care about who you're wearing. When I turned 13, I told my mother I wanted to know who my father was and that conversation ended with me saying goodbye to my friends, mother, and the life I have grown accustomed to. I traded in my fashion shows for education at Hogwarts, my socialite friends for friends who would soon become family, and my conceited boyfriend for a clueless boy who doesn't know selfless love even if it slaps him in the face. Of course, all of these trade ins would never apply to my wardrobe as I need my Louis Vuitton bags, designer clothes, and don't even get me started on my shoes.
A mother and son stride into my mother's shop, St. Clair Fashions. The boy glances around at the clothes like it fascinates him until he sees the price resulting in him sneering a question to his mother about why she would want something so expensive for one ball. I roll my eyes.
C'est un ignare. (He is an ignorant boy)
Taking a glance at my appearance in the mirror to make sure I look presentable, I admire the reflection staring back at me. I wouldn't say I'm self-absorbed in any sense considering about ninety percent of the people I know are much worse than I am, but I take pride in how I look. My figure is starting to fill out as I grow into my matured body.
My slim body and developing chest are proudly showed off in a tight-fitting lavender colored dress that flares out at my hips and ends just below my knees. A barrette holds the sides of my hair back in a low ponytail as the rest of my brunette hair flows down to the middle of my back in light waves. Meeting my eyes in the mirror, I notice my carefully placed make up highlighting my hazel eyes as my blush highlights my high cheekbones that I inherited from my mother. Glancing down, I see my legs in ugly nude stockings due to my mother demanding I wear them whenever working in her store. I have never liked solid stockings unless they are a deep color as my favorite stockings are the ones that are more provocative in style. Continuing my journey down my body, I see my feet dressed in my favorite shiny, black Louboutin heels that add three inches to my 5 foot 2 height. My genetics tell me I will most likely only make it to 5 foot 5 if I'm lucky, but those three inches would be welcomed as I prefer my boys tall. Even though I'm 13, almost 14, I've had two boyfriends already in my life. My current boyfriend, Nathan Lorant, is 16 and he is tall, dark and handsome with his deep brown eyes. He's 5 foot 8 already so wearing heels is a must around him. Him and my mother don't get along.
The ring of the door in the front snaps me out of my trance and I roll my shoulders back, raise my chin, and go to strut towards the front where my mother is helping the mother and son duo.
"Oh, mon amour(my love), just in time," my mother says while kissing my cheeks in greeting. I smile my most dazzling smile and face the two shoppers before noticing how striking the boy's eyes are. Light blue, almost silver eyes glance around the store uninterested until his eyes greet mine. Seeing his eyes widen a fraction settling on me, I smirk at him before glancing at his mother as I hear my mother introduce me.
"Narcissa, this is ma fille(my daughter), Serena. She will be attending Hogwarts in two weeks when term starts up again," my mother says slightly annoyed. She didn't want me to meet my father, but she did want me to go to Hogwarts to experience life outside of Beuxbatons. I want to meet my father even if he doesn't know I exist. She has warned me repeatedly that she doesn't think it's a good idea, but thankfully my mother has always let me make my own decisions so I can learn from my own mistakes. I just hope meeting him isn't one of them.
"My, what a beautiful woman you're turning into Serena! I haven't seen you since you were about four when your mother brought you to Malfoy Manor to play with Draco. You two were quite the little troublemakers together even at such a young age," Narcissa says while nudging her son, Draco I'm assuming. I let out a little giggle as my mother rolls her eyes at me when I look to her.
"Unfortunately, Serena has not grown out of that habit of being a troublemaker," mother teases. I laugh again and go to give her a kiss on the cheek.
"You love me for who I am, mère(mother)," I say fondly before continuing in a mock scandalized tone. "And who do you think I learned it from?"
"Certainly, not me, mon amour," she says in a sarcastic tone. I grunt in disagreement and go to gather my Louis Vuitton purse off the table and get my long, black pea coat from its place on the hanger behind the checkout desk. Shrugging on my pea coat and purse, I give her a goodbye kiss on each cheek before addressing the Malfoys.
"Narcissa, it was a pleasure to see you again," I say sincerely as I curtsey to her.
"The pleasure was mine, Serena! I do hope we can have you over to the Manor one day to reminisce," she says while smiling. I nod my head politely before turning my eyes to the boy standing with his face in a smirk. I reach out my hand for him to gently grasp. His soft lips press against the back of my hand as he looks deeply into my eyes as I find myself warming on the inside.
""Je te verrai à l'école, Draco (I will see you in school, Draco),"I purr before pulling my hand from his. I adjust my purse on my shoulder and strut past him with my chin up as I know my expensive perfume will intoxicate his senses. Getting to the door, I turn to look over my shoulder and see him gawking at me. I toss a quick "Au revoir,mère (Goodbye, mother)," before blowing a kiss and tossing my hair over my shoulder as I walk onto the streets of Paris.
Maybe this year at Hogwarts will have more interesting people to meet than just my father.