"Pansy! You are clearly not listening to me mon chere." Minuit was clutching her sister's robes attempting to hold her back.
"Nothing was wrong with them. Draco is charming, and Marcus is the captain of the quidditch team! Think of the reputation I'd be earning. You may be brighter than me Minuit, but I will be more popular!"
Minuit was paused for a moment to take in her younger sister's words. Pansy was indeed much like that of their mother in bad terms. Minuit was fighting to keep her family from falling apart. Her mother had constantly informed her that blood was thicker than wine. Pansy was her sister; she couldn't just stand by and watch her suffer. "Pansy, you know that isn't fair."
Pansy tightened her lips together; she had a sour look about her. She sighed and relaxed some. 'I know. It's just you are going to the dance with Marcus and I wanted to be with Draco. Those lot seem to run together a lot you know?"
"I know Pansy. Just be careful." Minuit surrendered to her little sister's wish. What could she do?
That night Marcus came down to her in the common room. It was well past one in the morning Minuit was attempting to do last minute homework. She was hoping watching the flames dance about would disengage her worries for a time. Marcus sat next to her. He put his arm protectively around her and turned her to face him. There was a brief moment Minuit felt content looking in his eyes. "Have you been giving our agreement better consideration love?"
She nodded. "I just want a few more days Marcus sil til plait. I want to be cautious. Oliver- Wood is going to the ball with Katie like you presumed no? The ball is two days away. Allow me time."
"I know my love, that is why Midnight will go to him tomorrow night. You will meet him at the ball. Our little plan is simple, cast your spells on his heart and set him up. Then checkmate."
"I –I will." Minuit held back tears, slightly turning pale. Why should she care about Oliver? He was bait. There was one question that lingered in Minuit's mind still. "Marcus, why are you helping me? They did not lock up your mother or father. Why help moi?"
Marcus smiled slightly. "It's because I love you. You will be my wife one day my sweet and I don't want anything to happen to you."
Minuit gazed away from him. He loved her? Then why did he treat her badly?
