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3rd person POV

When, noon came rolling by, Suze was ready to go, but her uncle C wasn't there to pick her up, just a young woman. Suze was told by Divine ( the maid, the one that picked her up) that her uncle, Ciouriatus and Master Lucius was not around so she was sent. She was also told about her classes, it was a prepearatory of somesort for the vacation and that Suze herself had to pick up Uncle C's nephew, Draco Malfoy from Hogwarts who'll be joining her at the "Llwellyn conservatorio for gifted young witches and wizards"

Goodbyes were always hard, but there's the reassurance of seeing each other again. It was a shame though that she didn't have a chance to give Remus Lupin and the twins' father a decent goodbye.

The Llwellyn conservatorio for gifted witches and wizards is where Suze'll be catching up for the years she haven't studied magic, and if she's gifted enough (not to mention powerful in a non magical kind of sense), they might go on easy and do a simple coneying spell... to save her from learning a few years worth of education in just a few months. An easy peasy little spell won't hurt.

The moment she entered the mansion, young ladies in uniforms went rushing towards her, some taking her measurements, some fixing her up, while some were rushing about...

Suze POV

The Malfoy's manor was huge! very creepy in a sense but, huge! Like Gothic kind of beautiful... yeah that's it.

I mean there was a green house as big as 8 classrooms! It kinda reminded me of The Adam's Family, and, when I saw this Frankenstein looking guy, I must admit I freaked but only a little... just a tiny tiny bit and half of me was expecting to see "the thing" trailing behind him. Surely it wasn't there, much to my relief.

The manor wasn't all that creepy on the inside, just old fasioned. With a lot of armors and staues of things and stuff like that... I wasn't disappointed to see a coat of arms.

Lots of women dressed just like Divine came rushing towards me, some measuring me up, some making me chose some cloths...

"Come, along, madam, you'll be late, we've prepared a bath for you, just give us a little knock when you're done" With that, the young woman whom I suspect was just a few years older than me, rushed out of this room leaving me alone...

alone.

How the hell have I gotten into a bathroom without even noticing?

Bathroom, memories... unpleasant ones.

I looked around... Marbles, white marbles, white marble floor, A big bathing pool filled with petals, a gold studded mirror, which looked ancient by the way...startled me.

There in the mirror was a young girl about my age, she didn't look different, she looked very normal, very pale but her eyes were the only feature that made her look a tad bit special, they were green, like fields of emerald... she wan't happy, she wasn't sad, it was all bottled up inside her... She looked strong, on her guard... but most of the time she is vulnerable, you could see it in her eyes: she didn't want weaknesses, she shun all those. But then again, no matter how hard she tried to keep it in, she's still a child, a little older in her years but still a child who needed little things that made great changes... A little girl in search for the love of her parents...

"Enough" I wanted it to stop. I wasn't weak.

What happened to me?

I wasn't an insufferable melodramatic narrator the last time I checked.

God, the drama...

I opened the faucet and slpashed the cold water in my face, damn that was cold.

I stared hard at my now wet face, hoping it'll go back to the way it was... you know, the way I was in my pre-Paul existence.

Life was simple then, fight, get dragged by police/ cops/ security guards/ body guards, get lectured, get grounded, get angry, meet a ghost, sneak out, break in, then get dragged...

I admit life before Paul was hard ( not that it became easier when I met him) I got into a lot of stuff that didn't quite make my mother proud in any way... but then, I got used to it and I guess so did my mother, it was like a routine, a never ending cycle, meeting Paul the first time was like a big side track from my routine.

I remember it clearly, but I refuse to bring him up. Ever again.

I splashed water on my face again.

Damn, when will I ever learn?

"Madam, hello,..." I got startled and snapped out of my reverie. I was about to break the mirror with my laser stare... I was actually dead serious of trying to use my "laser stare"... how was I to know that it wasn't within the power of a witch?

"Yeah, ummm, coming..." I stripped my clothes, just leaving me with my bra and underwear then I proceeded to slip into the pool.

The flowers moved aside to let my body in. The water was warm and comfy. I let out a little moan of satisfaction.

My eyes snapped open as someone grabbed my arm, I was too shocked to move. The women whom I guess are servants were inside the room with me in the tub.

With frickin me in the tub half naked!

So sue me if I screamed.

They didn't even pay me any mind, they were too busy scrubbing, lathering, soaping and massaging me. Sure it was bothering, but the massage was too tempting... I just sat there.

When they seemed to be finished with me, they gave me a heavy drapery, which resembled a towel in "muggle land" , I wore it around my waist... It was too short. I was wearing a bra anyway. They led me out of the marbled bathroom into a room with a king sized bed.

There, they sat me in a stool infront of a wide gold framed mirror, I was startled (again) to see my reflection, it was different, my hair was damp, my cheeks seemed rosier even without the make-up, my lips seemed pouty and my skin seemed milky... It was weird.

It was just a bath.

The instant, I sat down, they fumbled with my clothes... it was weird, these people didn't seem to talk much.

I shot up and shoo-ed their hands away from my bra. One of them seemed to understand me. She pointed to the bed.

"Your clothes have been picked out, my lady, and your old clothes are being washed... also, Sir Ciouriatus had chosen cloths for your wardrobe, would you like to see them?" She asked, her head was bowed and she was talking to me as if I was something deserving of, respect... which is weird.

How many times have I said weird? that's...for lack of better terms, weird.

"Umm, I'll go take a look at it later, I'll just change and umm, you guys can leave the room." With that, they all curtsied then hurried out of the room. I followed them out then proceeded to lock the door... with a bolt.

I hastily removed the heavy drapery that was clinging to me then threw it to the bed. The room made me feel like I was in a five star hotel with the wall papers and stuff. I poked around a bit.

There was a portrait of a guy, rubbing his chin, he seemed so engrossed in what he was doing, I swear, it totally looked real, the whole feel was there, as if he was just a movie on pause.

...It wistled at me!

"Nice stuff you got there" I froze and turned around, nobody was there. I faced the portrait again and something seemed funny about it, his lips were now pursed as if he was trying to hide a grin. I paid it no mind. It was just a painting.

I sauntered over to the bed, got my bag then fumbled to find myself a new set of underwear. I almost forgot about the dress they were talking about so I stood up and picked it out of the spot where I had been sitting, good thing, my butt didn't do any massive destruction on it.

My mouth hanged open, it was beautiful! The whole dress was made of pure jade-green velvet... It felt so silky under my touch.

It was a perfect mix. It looked elegant and daring at the same time. It had a mid- length neckline which forms a V as it plunges a bit. The back was bare, like somebody forgot to sew it on, the dress was short in front then it grows longer at the back until it reached the floor.

I took the dress in my arms, a bathtowel, my new set of underwear then headed off to the bathroom to change.

It was perfect, like it was made just for me, the fabric just cling to my body perfectly. I emerged from the bathroom with the bath towel wrapped all over my head to let my hair dry. I guess I wasn't taking any notice as to where I was going because I nearly jumped a mile when I saw these young women again in my room, waiting for me.

I just kept my cool then followed the young woman when she instructed me to sit on the stool infront of the dresser. There they proceeded to take thr towel from my head then started brushing it with a big old fashined wooden brush. I've never had 6 people to brush my hair. Divine, the one who picked me up, was putting a blush-on in my cheeks, when she was done, she walked out of the room then istantly came back with a trolly of unknown cooking utencils... umm, I think.

It was a low- tech hair curler.

An ordinary piece of conical metal with an extended thin tip, a metallic basin with smoldering coal and rugs... lots and lots of them.

Again, all six women fixed my hair, they curled it, a not so easy task, I tell you.

First, they heated the cone looking metal on the coal then when it is hot enough, they loop my hair around it using their hands which were bound in rugs. It didn't take that long.

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I twirled in front of the mirror, liking what I see. I mean, I looked girly... which, let's face it, wasn't often.

One of the ladies knocked on my door then told me that I was supposed to hurry up and fetch Draco. I didn't know it was today!

I scrambled for Remus' cloak, put my Ipod nano in its pocket, then stromed out of the room... Without a shoe. I hastily ran back. Then, I bumped into Frankenstein's twin, he stepped back, then took a wand from his back pocket then pointed it to my feet. I can't say I wasn't scared.

It started getting tingly then I felt vines creeping from the base of my foot, like the grass I was stnading on suddenly got taller then intertwined at my foot, also, I felt like I was being elevated. I was hesitant to take a peak at my foot, what if my foot suddenly turned into weed? God, how gross.

I was surprised to see... shoes! It was a bit high, but nothing I could handle and it was made of vines, and it secured itself to my foot by wrapping it around my ankle like pointe shoes in ballet. It was pretty. I smiled greatfully at him, he returned it then bowed down.

(A/n: Sorry if this is going a bit fast because I want her to start going to Hogwarts already.And also, I'm sorry for the grammar, I'm not an English speaking person)

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3rd Person POV

It was a long ride and she was a bit nervous she might get lost. It was just a black horse to ride on besides, which way was she supposed to go? And plus... horse? yeah, not exactly the ideal traveling buddy.

After about an hour of travelling with the speedy horse, mind you, there was no saddle (the Malfoys could have just said "Scram" than let her ride like calvary) she slipped on her headphones then dosed off... hugging the horse's neck... "It's mane smelled good." She thought.

She awoke after about 15 minutes when she accidentally let go of it when she was too deep asleep.She fell to the ground then her horse just stopped to let her climb again. She took a groggy peek at her surroundings and immediately panicked when she realized it was dark already but in her ipod, it was midday but because of the shadow of the gloomy clouds which casted a dreary and foreboding feel at the forest she was in made it look like it was twilight

All alone, Suze and her black horse which, seemed scared, crossed the foreboding forest only following an old trail which twisted in and out of caves and streams under the branches of old trees which had fingertips that seemed to stretch out to them.

Suze POV

I was having good dreams when I felt a jolt, I dunno why but it was like it jerked me back into reality which was; I was sleeping with a running black horse. Thank goodness no one can hear my thoughts. I am cringing mentally. Eyes twitching... eww.

As I had this so called jolt, I accidentally let go of the Horse's neck then I plunked down the weedy earth on my butt. I looked around if anyone saw that but thank goodness none. Then I realized it was dark! Like it was about 6 p.m. The song on my Ipod was Bach's concerto for Viola Oboe and Harp... seriously and when I took a time check, it was only 15 to 1 p.m.

My skin had gone tingly when this smooth cold breeze ruffled my harir down to my dress. I turned slowly to find nothing there then, did I realize I was in a creepy forest.

Sorry if I had to end this way, I just wanted to see if you still want to read on and I really wanted to update... I was thinking of addeing something here but it would lead to another mind boggling twist... I hope you get me.

Wahheheh

Which I don't think so... if that made sense.

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L.J

Pls. dont flame me for my inconsistency and crapistic grammar/ spelling/ stupid confusing story...

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