Hiya guys! Long time no see?

Anyways, I just wanted to let you know that I have a new story set in the HP world, only this one is in the Golden Trio era. Though I love the Marauders (and always will), I got inspired by a tik tok and came up with this idea.

It's called ASCENDANCE and is on my profile but I'll attempt to put a link:Ascendance

Morgana Malfoy, an upcoming socialite of her generation is living through a social and political upheaval. With expectations set upon her at every corner, some challenging others, Morgana struggles to balance each part of her life. Even with the rise of Voldemort, schooling dramas do not wait for tensions to pass over. When values are challenged and her morals poked, Morgana makes decisions that are certain to turn heads.

Here's an excerpt from the first chapter.

Morgana Malfoy, like the rest of the women in her family, had a peculiar set of characteristics at her arsenal that kept her equipped for the many events of a witch's life. It was enough to ensure that wherever she was—and whoever she was with—saw the side of her that she allowed them to see. At times it was a cold, distant life, at others, she felt no envy for those around her.

Upon her blackened marble dresser lay three unopened letters, sealed with wax. Two of which had the imprint of a noble seal, the other dried clear but no less cleanly poured. His mother would have his head for a scruffily mailed envelope. Morgana passed them a short glance, a twitch of a smile raising but would leave reading them for when she was more suited to a mindset of replying. There was no doubt in her mind that Draco had already opened the letters each owl had brought, eager to whine about whatever monstrosities that ailed him that day. He was a proficient writer, though his handwriting skills still had a task ahead of him. But he always managed to fill parchment without much else than his first thoughts. Morgana did not have that talent and often spent hours marvelling over her choice of words before they seemed fitting enough to be sent.

The door made not even a whistle against the wind as it opened. She smiled over her shoulder. "Are the Selwyns here already?"

Narcissa Malfoy never once let her chin drop below the line of her jaw. "Perhaps I should begin adding some time to their invitations," her silk voice came like a wave of calmness over Morgana. "I think dinner is just being scrapped together at this moment."

"Periwinkle never quite matched up to Dobby," Morgana mused, turning back to the mirror, her mother at her side. It was as though seeing two of the same, one just not yet of height. At fifteen, she still had another bout of growth to come. "It's a pity that he didn't accept my offer."

Morgana Malfoy had done the unthinkable in her father's eyes. Not that he was to ever know, and her mother ensured that. Just over two years ago, Potter had swindled her father into freeing their house-elf. Dobby had been a fine companion to have around the Malfoy Manor and losing him had dampened her spirits for the better part of the summer holidays after second year. He was an ear; one that considered her a master and would not share of anything she said as soon as she commanded it. And Dobby had a great proclivity for punishing himself when he did not follow a master's orders.

So, in a puddle of desperation, she found him and requested that he return under a small wage. Oh, how her father would have melted her on the spot for such a thing. Paying house-elves! At times Morgana chided herself for it, but at others like this, she wished that the elf had taken it. He refused on the basis of not wishing to serve her family. Which was a fine enough excuse.

After confiding in her mother with tears wept across her eyes, her mother had wiped them away and made certain that she would not do such a thing again. Gather your tears and hold them until nobody was looking.

Narcissa pressed a short kiss to her daughter's cheek. "Be glad he did not," came her firm response. Taut, precise, and ready for being the socialite that she was born to be. "Your father would have found out one way or another and I don't know what would have happened to the pitiful creature."

He probably would have taken Dobby straight to the Ministry, claiming that the elf had been thieving from their family's wealth. It wouldn't matter if Morgana came clean, for the information would get out somehow and he couldn't have anyone knowing that his daughter did such a thing.

"I know," she said, matching her voice to her mother's. "It is better that we have a less than perfect house-elf than a proficient one that we have to pay."

Narcissa's cheeks rose against her eyes in the mirror but said nothing of Morgana's slight cheek. "Behave," she only warned and squeezed her daughter's shoulders and left. Morgana's smile rose in her reflection, knowing that although her mother chose few words, there were far more left unsaid that she could hear.

Platinum hair fell straight over a simple dress of green and black. The Selwyn's were not an unordinary company for the manor to be opened to and in no way did she need to overdress. But anything less than this would have had her mother at her wardrobe and delaying dinner until she saw fit. Not that Morgana would ever purposefully dress less than appropriately. It was bad taste to. And if Morgana did anything, it was never in bad taste.