Author Note: Sorry for the huge gap but inspiration takes along time, and I
have been very lazy.
Thanks to: MorThreeo DevilsPrincess Anna Sora-dragon Nilly MaiBlack Catmint Lena Judith Jo0609 Sorry guys for the long wait!
Well here is the next chapter; it is short but very interesting and key to the rest of the plot!
Enjoy!
"Now you stop that right now!" shrieked a woman of pale complexion, her almost white blond hair neatly pinned into the perfect bun. "Somebody will get hurt!" she squealed as a small red ball flew past her left ear, making her gold filigree earrings flap in the ball's wake.
"Nice shot" shouted a boy hovering at the top of a staircase, upon a flashy broomstick with the small ball grasped in his hand, "But can you catch this!" The boy streaked across the room and hurtled the ball towards a rather stocky boy, balancing precariously on a rather battered and bruised broom. The red sphere hit the portly boy right between the eyes stunning him momentarily and sending him teetering off his broom.
The older woman squealed, ran towards a stand, picked up a priceless vase and moved quickly out of the way, as the boy squirming landed on a heap on the floor where her antiquity had once stood. The woman's face had grown unusually red and seeing her anger the thrower and his fellow comrade landed daintily on the marble floor of the entrance hall.
"What did I say?" the woman said, trembling with fury. The comrade, also of large stature, helped the now very pink faced and flustered boy to his feet. And the two stepped back behind the guilty one.
Surprisingly he had a smile plastered across his face and calmly he said, "Mama I think you should put that vase down, we wouldn't want you to drop it." The two cronies nodded in agreement as the boy, with the same white blond as his mother, coolly unclasped the vase from his mother hands. "You should take a rest."
"How thoughtful of you my darling," she said, her calm complexion returned, "I will retire to the day room. Now boys, no more broomsticks inside." Just as she turned her back to go, she said, "My dear," turning to face the three angelic looking boys, "I knew there was something I had to tell you. A letter arrived for you this morning by owl post."
The blond boy's face lit up, "Thank you Mama." He dipped his head in respect to his mother and took the brown, rather mangled, envelope out of his mother's hands. The three turned towards the wide staircase and as they heard the lady's feet dissolve into the endless corridors, the trio began to run up the red velvet carpets steps. The blond boy, who looked rather gaunt compared to his friends, led the group into a grand room. A huge four- poster bed was opposite a fireplace that was taller than the average man. A huge portrait was hanging above the mantelpiece; it depicted a man of great likeness to the young boy, the same blond hair and pale skin, mounted upon a griffin, holding a shield with a coat of arms on. The small caption read "Sir Xavier Malfoy".
The painting overlooked the trio, who where assembled on the bed, the blond boy has a ivory letter opener grasped in one hand as he opened the letter and unfolded the contents. A smile grew across his face, and soon the other two where grinning in approval as the boy began to read.
"Dear Fire Breather," he said in a mocking, girly voice, "Your are only one who understands what I am going through." The blond boy began to make amusing gestures, and the room was soon filled with the ring of laughter.
By the end the whole room was throbbing with laughter, the walls seemed to bend and buckle as they struggled to contain it within the room. One of the boys was in tears with amusement.
On the cashmere rug lay the scrappy bit of paper, scrawled at the bottom where words written in a seriousness which the recipient had little respect for, "All my love, your blossoming rose bud."
Thanks to: MorThreeo DevilsPrincess Anna Sora-dragon Nilly MaiBlack Catmint Lena Judith Jo0609 Sorry guys for the long wait!
Well here is the next chapter; it is short but very interesting and key to the rest of the plot!
Enjoy!
"Now you stop that right now!" shrieked a woman of pale complexion, her almost white blond hair neatly pinned into the perfect bun. "Somebody will get hurt!" she squealed as a small red ball flew past her left ear, making her gold filigree earrings flap in the ball's wake.
"Nice shot" shouted a boy hovering at the top of a staircase, upon a flashy broomstick with the small ball grasped in his hand, "But can you catch this!" The boy streaked across the room and hurtled the ball towards a rather stocky boy, balancing precariously on a rather battered and bruised broom. The red sphere hit the portly boy right between the eyes stunning him momentarily and sending him teetering off his broom.
The older woman squealed, ran towards a stand, picked up a priceless vase and moved quickly out of the way, as the boy squirming landed on a heap on the floor where her antiquity had once stood. The woman's face had grown unusually red and seeing her anger the thrower and his fellow comrade landed daintily on the marble floor of the entrance hall.
"What did I say?" the woman said, trembling with fury. The comrade, also of large stature, helped the now very pink faced and flustered boy to his feet. And the two stepped back behind the guilty one.
Surprisingly he had a smile plastered across his face and calmly he said, "Mama I think you should put that vase down, we wouldn't want you to drop it." The two cronies nodded in agreement as the boy, with the same white blond as his mother, coolly unclasped the vase from his mother hands. "You should take a rest."
"How thoughtful of you my darling," she said, her calm complexion returned, "I will retire to the day room. Now boys, no more broomsticks inside." Just as she turned her back to go, she said, "My dear," turning to face the three angelic looking boys, "I knew there was something I had to tell you. A letter arrived for you this morning by owl post."
The blond boy's face lit up, "Thank you Mama." He dipped his head in respect to his mother and took the brown, rather mangled, envelope out of his mother's hands. The three turned towards the wide staircase and as they heard the lady's feet dissolve into the endless corridors, the trio began to run up the red velvet carpets steps. The blond boy, who looked rather gaunt compared to his friends, led the group into a grand room. A huge four- poster bed was opposite a fireplace that was taller than the average man. A huge portrait was hanging above the mantelpiece; it depicted a man of great likeness to the young boy, the same blond hair and pale skin, mounted upon a griffin, holding a shield with a coat of arms on. The small caption read "Sir Xavier Malfoy".
The painting overlooked the trio, who where assembled on the bed, the blond boy has a ivory letter opener grasped in one hand as he opened the letter and unfolded the contents. A smile grew across his face, and soon the other two where grinning in approval as the boy began to read.
"Dear Fire Breather," he said in a mocking, girly voice, "Your are only one who understands what I am going through." The blond boy began to make amusing gestures, and the room was soon filled with the ring of laughter.
By the end the whole room was throbbing with laughter, the walls seemed to bend and buckle as they struggled to contain it within the room. One of the boys was in tears with amusement.
On the cashmere rug lay the scrappy bit of paper, scrawled at the bottom where words written in a seriousness which the recipient had little respect for, "All my love, your blossoming rose bud."