M-31
Well it's official. I still have a year and a half left of school but as Lucius only has until the end of this year our parents have announced our betrothal. We spent quite a bit of time together over the holiday. There are times I think I could really like him. We do have some common interests and we can be having a perfectly pleasant conversation and somehow it turns. He'll start talking about the Dark Lord, or filthy Mudbloods, or being a Death Eater, which seems to be his sole ambition save for taking over the family estates. He just wants to be the spoiled rich boy. The Pureblood society man. I don't know what I'm going to do.
I suppose I have a year and half to find someone else like you did. Well really only a year as he'll still be at Hogwarts until this June and to be quite honest there really aren't any boys in Slytherin that I want to be attached to for life. I suppose I need to keep an eye on Purebloods in Ravenclaw as they'd be the most appropriate, though Hufflepuff would work as well, obviously Gryffindor will be a last resort, though someone that brave might be the best for standing up to Mother and Father and I know that there are Purebloods there. Maybe I need to visit Aunt Walburga and look at the tapestry, I might be able to find someone not to closely related to us, not that that bothers Mother and Father but it gives me the shivers, but someone that would be appropriate.
M-31
It's been months since I last wrote. School took up almost every last second of my time second term but you know how that is. Then summer, Mother and Father kept a close eye on me the entire time. I'm sure they had some sort of watching spell on my room, or were making the house elves check in and make reports. I didn't dare take this out and try writing.
I managed to escape a few times, off to a friend's house and I've to Aunt Walburga's, always chaperoned. Lucid went with me to the Black family home. It was what I thought was a brilliant idea. I'd take him along to see the tapestry. He could go home and report that our family was worthy reading his parents fears and hopefully showing our parents that I'm doing exactly as they wish and of my own volition.
It was fine when we first got there. Aunt W fawned over Lucius, he's perfect in her eyes. His little hints dropped about the Dark Lord and cleansing wizarding society thrilled her and made me sick to my stomach, though I managed not to show a sign of how I felt. Then we went to look at the tapestry. What a mistake! You're gone, just in case you hadn't guessed or assumed I'm telling you now, you're gone. Ol' W blasted you right off.
I have no idea how I managed to not cry then and there but somehow. The whole walk back to apparition point and while we sat at dinner that evening Lucius went OK and on about how impressive the yesterday was, an amazing recording of the finest of wizarding society, how wonderful it will be for our children to be on that wall, and be able to show them or history. All I could think about was how unforgiving this family that if supposed to be so much better than others is.
Merlin I miss you!