Arielle Vassar woke up and pushed the white silk duvet off of her. It was a sunny late summer day, and school would be starting soon. Arielle attended the Beauxbatons school of Witchcraft and Wizardry, in the country of France, where she lived. Arielle was a beautiful girl of fourteen, her glossy dark hair was long and luxurious, and she had eyes as deep and blue as the ocean. Arielle had always been skinny, but not too skinny, she was often the envy of many girls she knew.
The Vassar's were a very well-off family, living on their estate north of Paris, near the ocean. Arielle had always enjoyed every luxury, never being deprived of anything that she had ever needed.
It was on this morning that Arielle opened her large window and let the cool ocean air blow into the room, swirling about in her dark hair. Arielle walked over to her bureau and quickly got dressed before heading though the hallway and down the grand staircase to have breakfast.
Once she had reached the breakfast room, Arielle's's mother, Olivia, and her sister, Jade were silently eating crepes.
"Bonjour Mama." Arielle said in greeting to her mother, who looked up with interest.
"Good Morning, Arielle, but you must remember, French at school, English at home." Olivia scolded, she had always been hard on both daughters, making sure that they were the toast of their friends and schools.
Jade Vassar glanced quickly at Arielle and then went back to her crepes. Jade looked a lot like Arielle, except her eyes were a shimmering green. The women in the Vassar family shared the same alluring looks and graceful figures.
Arielle sat down and helped herself to a crepe, cutting it into small pieces.
"Arielle," Olivia started "There is something I need to discuss with you." The words were heavy in the air, Arielle could sense that Jade knew what it was their mother needed to tell her. "I'm afraid that you will not be attending Beauxbatons this year-or any other in fact. I have found it...best for you to be attending the...Hogwarts school instead."
Arielle stared into the distance. She was angry of course, but since she was a little girl, Arielle had been taught not to share her real emotions. Questions were running up and down her mind, but she knew better than to question her mother. Ariellecouldn't do anything to change the situation, Olivia Vassar had led her family in the right direction for a very long time, and she was not about to mess things up. Arielle had lost her appetite, and got up from the table to retreat to her room.
"Yes Mama." She said quietly.
"Arielle, we will be leaving in three days time, I think the most productive thing to do would be to pack your things."
Arielle headed upstairs, clenching her fists. She threw open her french doors and stomped inside her pink domain. She flung herself on the bed and wept hysterically. How could her mother take her life and throw it out the window without flinching? Olivia Vassar was a beautiful and astute woman, wanting the best for herself and her family. She meant well, but nothing was ever good enough for her daughters. Arielle had also noticed that her elder sister, Jade, had not spoken much. "There must be something she knows..."Arielle thought to herself.
Arielle and Jade had been very close, Jade was seven years Arielle's senior, making Jade 21 years old. Together, they could deal with their overprotective mother.
As the hours waltzed past, and the packing for England got to be near completion, Arielle grew weary. It was early evening, and the sky was still a young blue for the time, but nonetheless she was tired. Arielle quickly dressed in a silk camisole nightgown and climbed under the covers of her ornate bed. Exhausted tears ran down her face as sleep finally overcame her.
That night, as the clock stuck eleven o'clock, Arielle awoke in a cold sweat. She slowly got out of bed and walked over to the open window. Dusk was proclaiming itself, and the periwinkles and pinks were settling on the sky like sugar. Arielle let the summer breeze through the open window sashay though her hair swiftly, cooling her hot cheeks. She leaned out the window and listened to the calming sound of crickets, sighing as she pondered her fate. "And what will happen to me?" She wondered as she turned around to look at herself in her heirloom mirror. The mirror, a gilded beauty passed on in the Vassar family was made of solid gold. At the top of the mirror, small winged angels flew above. Arielle stared at her reflection, her sensational blue eyes staring starkly at her.
Out of the corner of her eye, Arielle noticed a vanilla colored envelope with an elegant red seal on the wooden floor. Arielle curiously walked over and picked it up, running her fingers along the name. There was no address, the only indication of the sender was the name above the seal written in elegant black ink. Arielle struggled to see the name in the dark, and took out her wand from the her gown's pocket.
"Lumos." She whispered tentatively as a pale yellow light ignited on the tip of her wand. Arielle could now see the name perfectly. Arielle cocked an eyebrow with interest as a smile met her lips as the name Malfoy came into view.