Madelyne 8
Madelyne awoke from her deep slumber and glanced at the clock by her bed. The afternoon of her wedding was upon her. She winced slightly as she began to feel a throbbing pain in both her temples. She had a hangover. The perfect addition to a perfect day. She was to be at her brothers house by four. The ceremony would take place at five. The banquet at six, and the ball at seven. By eleven she would be in her new prison. Madelyne somehow found the strength to take herself from her bed to her medicine cabinet where a hangover potion awaited of her. She hated the taste, but it was a necessity in times like these. She got dressed, and began to pack the trunk that would hold the few possessions that she would be taking with her to her new home. If she needed anything in future she could always have it sent at a later date. After she had finished packing she took one last long look around her loft. She would miss the place that had been her home for nearly a decade. She glanced at the clock on the wall. Five minutes to four. She headed towards the painting that was a port key to her brothers house. She touched the object and was immediately transported to her former home. The house was beautifully decorated. Of course. High society weddings were always an extravagant affair, and apparently Madelyne still belonged in the category of high society. Narcissa greeted her and sent her to dress in her room that she stayed at when at the Manor. She gazed at her reflection in the beautiful white dress. But something was not right. The dress did not reflect how she felt. If anything it showcased the exact opposite.
"This won't do at all" Madelyne muttered aloud looking at her dress. She immediately concocted a plan. She threw her bouquet of scarlet roses aside went to her bed which held among some of her most treasured things, her wand. She picked it up pointed it at the dress and muttered a charm that would change the color of the dress from the gleaming white it was now, to a dark charcoal. She stopped to observer the changes she had made to the dress. She eyed the silver trim. It now did not belong. She muttered another charm that changed the color of the trim from silver to a deep crimson which seemed to, in Madelyne opinion suit the occasion much better. She smiled looking at the dress. "Much better." She said to herself. Madelyne suddenly had a thought. If her brother saw the dress as it was he was likely to correct it before she was able to make her statement. A cloak. Of course! She had one that would do very nicely as soon as she changed the color to white. Lucius would simply dismiss it as another one of her eccentricities. She put on her cloak and slipped quietly to the railing that hung over the main entrance. She saw her wedding guests starting to arrive. She could always try to run. No. Lucius or Severus would find her. She could always give up her fortune and get a job. As what though? She certainly was barely qualified for anything above being a waitress. "It will only be one year until I'm free, forever." She whispered to herself barely loud enough to be heard.
" Unless of course you find yourself so over taken by my charms." Severus's smooth velvety voice purred behind her.
"Hello lover" She replied calmly. "Don't you know it's bad luck to see the bride before the wedding?" Madelyne quipped sarcastically pretending to look shocked.
" I do hope you're joking." He replied back in a similar tone. He seemed more laid back today than usual. "Tell me," he continued "How was your bacholorette party last night? Satisfactory?"
"Yes actually. I noticed that you still haven't taken off my impenetrable undergarments yet."
"I'm sure the moment we are married they will somehow mysteriously disappear."
"Making sure I don't renege on our deal?" she gave a slight smirk.
"Call me paranoid, but I would prefer to know that you've held up your end of the bargain."
"I see." And what did you do with your last night of freedom?"
"If I told you I would hardly remain a gentleman in your eyes." He was baiting her.
" I'm sure you were never a gentleman in anyone's eye's let alone my own." She rose to his bait.
"Touché. Well I suppose I must be getting down there. I'm meeting with your brother before the ceremony." He walked off in his usual brooding manner. Madelyne sighed and went back into her room. Until it was time she sat waiting to be summoned.
She only sat in her room for twenty minutes until she heard Narcissa's voice telling her that it was time. She walked with Narcissa down the stairs and through the corridor that led to the Parlor. She stood just beyond the door, but was able to observe the great number of guests that were sitting there all waiting for her. She began to feel a peculiar sensation in her stomach. No she couldn't be nervous, could she? Certainly not. It was only Snape waiting for her. Still no matter how hard she tried the butterflies would not go away. She began to move forward towards the door. She locked eyes with her brother and then with her future husband. She reached up with her right hand to the clasp that held her cloak in place and released it. With that there was a gasp around the room as she walked towards him. Clasping her crimson roses in her left hand she moved to her place across from him. And the ceremony began.
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Thanks to Everyone who reviewed on my last chapter! You guys are awesome! A special thanks to my good friend Mandi, for looking editing this chapter! Once again I love review so if you enjoyed my story or even if you have constructive criticism I'll gladly accept it!! Once Again REWIEW!!!!!
Madelyne awoke from her deep slumber and glanced at the clock by her bed. The afternoon of her wedding was upon her. She winced slightly as she began to feel a throbbing pain in both her temples. She had a hangover. The perfect addition to a perfect day. She was to be at her brothers house by four. The ceremony would take place at five. The banquet at six, and the ball at seven. By eleven she would be in her new prison. Madelyne somehow found the strength to take herself from her bed to her medicine cabinet where a hangover potion awaited of her. She hated the taste, but it was a necessity in times like these. She got dressed, and began to pack the trunk that would hold the few possessions that she would be taking with her to her new home. If she needed anything in future she could always have it sent at a later date. After she had finished packing she took one last long look around her loft. She would miss the place that had been her home for nearly a decade. She glanced at the clock on the wall. Five minutes to four. She headed towards the painting that was a port key to her brothers house. She touched the object and was immediately transported to her former home. The house was beautifully decorated. Of course. High society weddings were always an extravagant affair, and apparently Madelyne still belonged in the category of high society. Narcissa greeted her and sent her to dress in her room that she stayed at when at the Manor. She gazed at her reflection in the beautiful white dress. But something was not right. The dress did not reflect how she felt. If anything it showcased the exact opposite.
"This won't do at all" Madelyne muttered aloud looking at her dress. She immediately concocted a plan. She threw her bouquet of scarlet roses aside went to her bed which held among some of her most treasured things, her wand. She picked it up pointed it at the dress and muttered a charm that would change the color of the dress from the gleaming white it was now, to a dark charcoal. She stopped to observer the changes she had made to the dress. She eyed the silver trim. It now did not belong. She muttered another charm that changed the color of the trim from silver to a deep crimson which seemed to, in Madelyne opinion suit the occasion much better. She smiled looking at the dress. "Much better." She said to herself. Madelyne suddenly had a thought. If her brother saw the dress as it was he was likely to correct it before she was able to make her statement. A cloak. Of course! She had one that would do very nicely as soon as she changed the color to white. Lucius would simply dismiss it as another one of her eccentricities. She put on her cloak and slipped quietly to the railing that hung over the main entrance. She saw her wedding guests starting to arrive. She could always try to run. No. Lucius or Severus would find her. She could always give up her fortune and get a job. As what though? She certainly was barely qualified for anything above being a waitress. "It will only be one year until I'm free, forever." She whispered to herself barely loud enough to be heard.
" Unless of course you find yourself so over taken by my charms." Severus's smooth velvety voice purred behind her.
"Hello lover" She replied calmly. "Don't you know it's bad luck to see the bride before the wedding?" Madelyne quipped sarcastically pretending to look shocked.
" I do hope you're joking." He replied back in a similar tone. He seemed more laid back today than usual. "Tell me," he continued "How was your bacholorette party last night? Satisfactory?"
"Yes actually. I noticed that you still haven't taken off my impenetrable undergarments yet."
"I'm sure the moment we are married they will somehow mysteriously disappear."
"Making sure I don't renege on our deal?" she gave a slight smirk.
"Call me paranoid, but I would prefer to know that you've held up your end of the bargain."
"I see." And what did you do with your last night of freedom?"
"If I told you I would hardly remain a gentleman in your eyes." He was baiting her.
" I'm sure you were never a gentleman in anyone's eye's let alone my own." She rose to his bait.
"Touché. Well I suppose I must be getting down there. I'm meeting with your brother before the ceremony." He walked off in his usual brooding manner. Madelyne sighed and went back into her room. Until it was time she sat waiting to be summoned.
She only sat in her room for twenty minutes until she heard Narcissa's voice telling her that it was time. She walked with Narcissa down the stairs and through the corridor that led to the Parlor. She stood just beyond the door, but was able to observe the great number of guests that were sitting there all waiting for her. She began to feel a peculiar sensation in her stomach. No she couldn't be nervous, could she? Certainly not. It was only Snape waiting for her. Still no matter how hard she tried the butterflies would not go away. She began to move forward towards the door. She locked eyes with her brother and then with her future husband. She reached up with her right hand to the clasp that held her cloak in place and released it. With that there was a gasp around the room as she walked towards him. Clasping her crimson roses in her left hand she moved to her place across from him. And the ceremony began.
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Thanks to Everyone who reviewed on my last chapter! You guys are awesome! A special thanks to my good friend Mandi, for looking editing this chapter! Once again I love review so if you enjoyed my story or even if you have constructive criticism I'll gladly accept it!! Once Again REWIEW!!!!!