A/N: Hi everyone! I'm back! Here is the next chapter. Let me know what you think/if the chapters should be longer, any burgeoning theories, etc. Also, let me know what other fanfics you're reading-I discovered the read aloud function on my fanfic app so my morning commute has become a lot better. :)

Evanna woke slowly, turning langoriously in the bed and looking at the light streaming in the window, the birds chirping pleasantly outside and nearly smiled. Then she realized.

It was a Tuesday.

A training day.

Heart in her throat, she leapt out of bed, running to her dresser to pull out the tight pants and top that she always wore to train with her father in. Robes were too easy to catch fire or cause her to lose concentration, which was not desirable during these sessions. Her father reserved that for the sneak attacks he would do whenever he was home, most often when she was finally able to do something she loved, like paint or sing while Draco played piano.

"Dobby!" she screeched. The elf took more than his usual time to arrive though, which set her suspicions rising. The horrid little creature always seemed to be up to something.

"Yes, Young Mistress?" he said in that simpering way of his.

"You were supposed to wake me up!" she snapped, aiming a kick at him. "Father will kill me for being late!"

"Dobby is most sorry, Mistress," he said as she rushed behind the Chinese silk changing screen in her room. "But Mistress doesn't have training today."

"It's a Tuesday, you little ingrate," she snarled, tying her waist-length wild hair into a quick plait as she laced up her boots.

"But, but-"

"Evanna, darling!" her mother's voice sounded at the door right before she walked in. "Whatever are you wearing those clothes for? I sent you up here to get her ready, elf!"

"Mistress, Dobby tried, but-"

"It's Tuesday, Mother," Evanna said plaintively. "I'm supposed to train with Father, but that elf didn't com and wake me up and so now Father will be angry-"

"Darling, don't frown like that, you'll get wrinkles," her mother said gently. "And we are going to Diagon Alley to buy school supplies today, remember?"

Evanna blinked. "Oh. Oh, I forgot."

Narcissa smiled and cupped her cheek. "I know you work hard, darling, but you must learn to relax as well."

"Father says that laziness is unbefitting one of my bloodline. That I must always be at my best and-"

"You should learn not to take your father so seriously," Narcissa responded breezily as she made her way to the wardrobe, rustling through Evanna's clothes.

"That's easy for you to say," Evanna muttered.

Her mother paused for a brief moment. Not again. "What was that dear?"

"Draco doesn't have to train," Evanna stated. "I'm not even in Hogwarts yet and he knows less than half the spells I do, but Father is just awful-"

"You and Draco are very different, you know that-" her mother began.

"But how?" Evanna demanded, tired of having heard the same excuses all her life. "We are both purebloods, we are both Malfoys. The only difference is that he'll be the heir and I won't! Shouldn't that make father harder on him?"

Narcissa heaved a great sigh. "Never tell your brother this, but your father believes you have a greater destiny before you. Draco will be lord of Malfoy Manor, yes, but you my dear girl, will conquer the world."

"Are you being serious?" Evanna said. "Work in the Ministry, maybe, but why do I need to learn how to duel with the Da-"

"Here!" her mother exclaimed. "Wear this! It looks so lovely with your eyes. Now hurry and get changed-"

Evanna knew when she was beaten. Though her mother was never cruel like her father, there was still a certain steeliness to Narcissa Malfoy that showed that the woman had been a very strong Slytherin in her own right before becoming a society wife.

"Of course, Mother," Evanna said, taking the lavender summer robes. She fought the urge to wrinkle her nose at the chantilly lace trim and full skirt. After all, neither she nor Draco were allowed to go to Diagon Alley very often-their father did not want them associating with "plebians" and their mother was always afraid of diseases and kidnappings. (Evanna often thought that there was no one on earth who would willingly take Draco and she knew her brother thought much the same of her.)

"We've talked to Mr. Ollivander-he's agreed to let us Floo directly to his store for you to get your wand," Narcissa was saying as Evanna changed behind a screen imported from wizards in Japan. Every so often a cherry blossom would float across the scene. "Then we will fit you for your robes and the House Elves will take care of the rest."

"You mean Father still is not allowing me to go into the alley?" Evanna said with more than a little whine to her voice. "I'm eleven years old, Mother, not two!"

Narcissa pursed her lips. "Darling, you know that we-"

"Draco was allowed to go around the alley last year, why am I any different?" Evanna continued on. "Draco doesn't even know as many spells as I do!"

"If it were up to me, you would not know all the spells that you do," Narcissa said, seeming to want to say more but not daring to. "There are still some who do not like our family, who would seek to do us harm through our daughter-"

"And not your son?" Evanna snapped back. "Mother, I am not some Muggle damsel in distress. If Draco gets to go around Diagon Alley freely, then I should too!"

"Evanna, darling-"

"What is taking so long?" a voice came from the hall. Evanna straightened, slipping into her flats behind the changing screen before coming out into the room just in time for her father to open the door.

"Evanna here is wanting to go to Diagon Alley," Narcissa said immediately. Evanna nearly cursed under her breath as her father levelled a glare at her.

"Is that not where we are going?"

"She's wanting to wander the alley as she pleases."

Evanna groaned as she saw the look in her father's eyes. Never going to happen.

"You will go to get your new wand and that is it. Your mother can purchase your robes," Lucius said sternly. "And this afternoon you can prove to me why you needed that new wand in the first place instead of your aunt's."

"But-"

Don't finish that.

Evanna sighed at the look in her father's eyes and nodded. Lucius gave her one last harsh look and turned to Narcissa.

"I must go to Knockturn Alley today with all these raids the Ministry is making," he sneered. "I will be taking Draco with me."

"Must you, Lucius? There are always so many unsavoury characters-"

"I did not send him to Durmstrang on your request, but the boy is coddled enough!" Lucius snapped. "Evanna, be ready by two this afternoon. We will be training with your new wand."

"Yes, Father," she said. But her mind was spinning with possibilities. Her mother could shop for robes all day-and Evanna would be free.