Vienna strutted into the hallway, sending a dangerous glare around to any children that might be in her way.
As it was, she was alone.
She looked at the long sloping staircase that led to the foyer, and she rolled her eyes. She really didn't want to go down and mingle with visitors. Instead, she walked back to her bedroom.
She looked around, sighing. She really would miss the old place.
Well, maybe not.
Oh well.
She carefully wrapped her china and rag dolls in an old sweatshirt, and packed them into the duffel bag also. She opened the window and let the air hit her face, whipping around and shifting her hair from their normally tightly sprayed and gelled curls. She tossed a sheet over the sill, and tied it to the old metal bed. She wrapped her bag under her arm, and slid down the sheet.
She saw a car's lights flash over her once in a wash of bright light, and she blinked. She saw a wannabe-mother-and-father looking at her.
"Oh, hello. I was just sneaking out. Can you please tell the Nunny's (a childhood nickname for them) that Vienna said hi? Thanks." She stated, leaving the gobstruck couple staring at her.
She struck off down the cobble-stone street, whistling merrily and dancing a bit as the warm air swirled around her shirt, lifting it in folds, creasing it back and forth against her skin. She pulled a piece of bubble-gum from her pocket and chewed it, sending forth a large purple bubbles, shocked stares, and loud pops in her wake.
She finally reached the limits of town, and looked back on the small busy-city. She gave it a true smile, something she didn't do often, then turned away from it for the last time.
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She leaned against the tree, laying dead in the center of the pasture. She had been waiting for a half-an-hour, yet no one had come. Not the Malfoy's son, Draco, who she had never met even though he was her age, not Lucius Malfoy, and certainly not Narcissa Malfoy.
She was just about to get up and leave, when she heard a soft chuckle from behind her.
"Why, hello Vienna. I see you've grown quite a bit since the tiny raven-haired tot you were the last time I've seen you." A cold voice whispered, with a hit of malice.
"What's it to you? Let's go!" She said, looking around her.
She still couldn't see anything. Or anyone, for that matter.
"So impatient! Well, come then." That odd voice came again.
Vienna threw her eyes to the heavens, and saw a pale glimmering at the top of the tree. Lucius was looking at her, a broom in hand.
"You obviously aren't the most careful child, Vienna. If I were you, I'd watch myself more carefully."
"Let's just go!" She shouted, scaling the tree.
"No need. I'll come down to you. Save you the trouble." He laughed loudly, gliding down on his broom.
"You want me to ride a floating piece of wood?"
"It's either that, or just not going to Hogwarts."
"Oh, this is so screwed. Oh well." She hissed with laughter, sliding on behind him and pulling her hands deep into the folds of his cloak.
"To Malfoy Manor!"
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Lucius shot into the air, and she screamed with delight. She could hear him laughing at her naievity, and she rolled her eyes. It seemed that the flight was short for her, but Lucius seemed to be getting tenser and tenser until they reached home.
"Why so up-tight, Mr. Malfoy?" She asked.
"Lucius. And just because there are no Aurors chasing me currently, that doesn't mean that they won't be soon."
"Care to explain?" She inquired as they sauntered up the marble walk arm in arm. She paused to look at two statues of elves guarding the doors. One was a fierce woman warrior with a bow and arrow ready to shoot. The other was a delicate elven man, stone like his partner, with small needles ready to throw.
"Not really."
He threw open the doors of his home, and she gasped.
The beautiful black tiles and silver-y-grey walls were adorned with deep crimson curtains. Many portraits of Malfoy's glared down at her.
Suddenly she realized that she felt both and home and lost.
The first day she had arrived at the orphanage she had been shunned by the children, until she became the leader. She kept her memories to herself carefully, chosing not to share anything. She remember wands, slowly, and everything came back to her. Wands, brooms, and even the talking portraits that had adorned the walls of her family home.
"Are you quite alright?" Lucius asked worriedly, looking as though he though she might barf all over his precious persian carpet.
The first day she had gotten to the Nunnery Hell-Hole, as she called it, the children had jostled her. They puhsed, shoved, pinched and taunted. They were cruel and aloof, yet inside they were broken as she was. She soon learned what acceptable behavior was, then veered off that path. Yet sometimes she wondered what it would be like to have parents...
"I'm fine!" She snapped, looking up the staircase.
Narcissa was looking down at her, wearing a wine colored dress that perfectly matched the decor, her golden curls falling down to her shoulders.
Vienna could smell the delicate perfurme wafting down, like flowers and death mixed together in an enticing invitation.
Narcissa waved, parting her full cherry-lips in a bell-like laugh. She flew down the stairs and enveloped Vienna in her first real hug in seven years, which she returned gratefully.
"Did Lucius get you here safely?"
"Quite-" She yawned, realizing she was about to drop where she stood.
"Oh dear! Let's get you into bed!" Narcissa exclaimed, pulling Lucius along behind her.
Vienna followed diligently, noting the way Lucius didn't really seem to care what Narcissa did, and also the way that the house, on this floor at least, was composed of small sitting and dining rooms.
Narcissa showed her into a room that was all varying shades of pink, lace, and white carpeting. A huge, single sheet-glass window took up the northern wall, and a fireplace faced the bed. Two arm chairs, a couch, a coffee table, a dresser, a few mirrors and other various "lady-like" frilly furniture were scattered in the most popular ways across the whole place.
Three doors, the one where Lucius held Narcissa against him, the bathroom and the vanity/walk-in-closet were on the southern wall. A large portrait of a young girl giggled at her pleasantly. All of the pictures were woman in Victorian dress, or of mermaids and fairies. They were all blonde. ALL of them. Let me repeat this, to stress it. ALL!
"It's stunning." Vienna said, dropping her bag at the end of the bed.
"Yes, yes. I love this room also! Do you have pyjamas?" Narcissa asked. "The toiletries are already in the bathroom," She said gesturing to the door, "and there is a set of pyjamas in the vanity room. Goodnight!"
A bit overwhelmed, Vienna blinked. "Thank you so much for all of this...the room is lovely." She said, the best she could muster at one in the morning.
"I'll see you at breakfast!" Narcissa cried, and walked off down the dark, forboding hall.
"Goodnight, pleasant dreams." Stated the elegant figure of Lucius Malfoy, still silent and cold.
Vienna walked up to him.
"'Night." She said, giving his hair a good yank and closing the door.
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A/N *does happy dance* YAY! My second chapter! Finally...sorry. I know it's not very clear yet, but everything about her past with be explained, including her parents. I hope you liked it! Special thanks to Amber, a great friend, Mallory, my best friend.
CutebutPsycho: NYAYAHA! This is for you! *sob*
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