:(:(:(:(:(All I am saaaaayiiiing, is Give Araminta a Chance!
Chappie Two
Araminta scarfed down three waffles with all the works. Since she could eat all she wanted and never got fat, she decided to have a rasher of bacon, three poached eggs, and a pitcher of orange juice too. Breakfast was Araminta's favorite meal.
Even though she tried to make time slow down by eating too much for breakfast, the clock continued to tick away. With a sigh, Araminta licked her fingers and put her plate aside.
With a wave of her hand, Araminta Charmed her hair into long, golden ringlets and magically applied robin's egg-blue eyeshadow, a thin layer of sparkles, a touch of blush, and natural lipstick. She always put on her mascara by hand, though, since that day she'd accidentally poked herself in the eye. Daddy Harry had warned her that she would have to dress like a Muggle to get to King's Cross, so Araminta ventured into her vast closet.
Daddy Draco picked out all her clothes, as Araminta couldn't abide shopping for herself. It was her greatest weakness to buy things for others, but she didn't like to spend money on clothes for herself. CDs, on the other hand...
A few minutes later, Araminta emerged from her closet dressed in what she hoped would pass for typical Muggle wear. She threaded a wide belt through the loops of her soft denim hiphuggers, tugged gently on the hem of the babydoll shirt that showed off her bellybutton piercing (today she wore an emerald and ruby charm in honor of her dads), and added a pair of platform sandals. She briefly considered changing her nailpolish to be only one color (rather than changing colors every few minutes to reflect her mood) but decided that the few Muggles she had been in contact with hadn't noticed anyway.
Araminta shoved a few last photos into her Hogwarts trunk and sat down hard on the lid. She didn't weigh enough to close it! "Bollocksy!" she screamed, at the top of her lungs. "Help!"
Bollocksy came running into the room. "Yes, Miss Araminta? How can we be helping you?"
"My trunk won't close!" Araminta wailed. Sure enough, it took a little of Bollocksy's magic to fasten it tight. "Carry this downstairs," Araminta commanded imperiously.
Araminta grabbed a long sweater with a belt and pulled it on. There were strange clouds covering the sun now and she didn't like to be cold. With one last look around her room, Araminta forced down her nervous feelings and began the long journey through the Malfoy Manor to the library.