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Ball and Christmas presents
Draco watched Calla somehow charm even the ice queen, Daphne Greengrass, with her pureblood facade. True to her words, the girl had taken away any and all attention from Parkinson much to the pug-faced brats ire. It was awe-inspiring and quite scary just how well her pureblood mask worked. It was so Slytherin of her that he had trouble figuring out how the actual hell she wasn't a Snake. How on earth could a Ravenclaw be so Slytherin? He'd known that Calla wasn't normal especially when she defied all expectations with both her blood-line and what Hogwarts house she was in. But this made him reevaluate everything he knew about the red haired girl, he knew she saw him as a friend, but what were her goals in life?
It was time Draco used the tools his mother taught him from birth whenever his father wasn't around. A Black without insanity always had multiple plans and was too careful to fall for any tricks. While he doubted that Calla would actually try to trick him unless it was for a prank, he needed to be cautious as this just showed him how much he didn't know about his friend. Especially given what happened when Parkinson could no longer control herself, he was grateful that his younger-self hadn't been stupid enough to make an enemy of her rather than a friend.
Calla inwardly smirked when Parkinson finally broke, "What the actual hell do you think you're doing, Maker?!"
"Heiress Parkinson, I am unsure as to what you mean," Calla offered the pug-faced girl a faux concerned look, "I'm enjoying the party that our most gracious hosts have thrown. Is there a problem with that?"
"Yes!" Parkinson screeched as the doors to the ballroom containing the adults opened and allowed them to hear just what was going on with their children, "You're less than a dirty half-blood! You're acting like you are meant to be here that's the problem! I will not tolerate you mucking up the air any longer especially after you stole Draco away from m-"
"Heiress Parkinson, do you have any idea just how uncouth you're being right now?" Calla cut the girl off with a frown on her face and gave an exaggerated sigh, "To think that a pureblood Heiress of such a great house acts so lowly in a place such as this, it dishonors not only your family name, but our gracious hosts. I must wonder how your parents must feel knowing that their daughter is causing them to lose standing in such a manner," She took out the fan she'd brought and covered her mouth with it, "You think I 'stole' Heir Malfoy from you? You are more foolish than I thought possible. I have no desire for Heir Malfoy save for friendship and alliance later on if there is a need for it. I have made it known, but you seem to be unable to understand such a thing from the very start," She let out a small sniff, "I believe Lady and Lord Malfoy were right to cut off your betrothal with their Heir. After all if you're so lacking in tact that you act in such a way here of all places, what will happen to any children that may come from such a pairing. Perhaps it is best for them to search in other places, it will hopefully ensure the future of their family isn't afflicted with your...problems,"
Parkinson's face turned a multitude of colors before settling on a bright red that almost matched the Wealsey's hair color. Before she could say anything, a voice cut in, "Pansy!" Parkinson lost all color in her face and began to shake slightly, "What is the meaning of this?" A man that had to be Parkinson's face based on his coloring and unfortunate likeness to a pug stormed up as he barked, "Well?!"
"F-father, I-" Parkinson stuttered as she paled a bit further.
"Lord Parkinson, I believe it would be best for your daughter to return home," Narcissa cut in earning a nod from the man.
"I believe we will all be taking our leave," Lord Parkinson bit out with a glare towards his daughter, "I apologize for my daughter's behavior. I had thought we'd taught her better,"
The Parkinson's left the ball amidst whispers as Calla nearly grinned behind her fan. Lucius cleared his throat once the three had left, "Let us move onto the festivities."
Jason looked down at his daughter in amusement when Calla joined him after giving her goodbyes to Draco, "I see that you had fun, My precious little doll."
"Of course, Papa," Calla closed her fan and returned it to wherever she'd pulled it from, "After all, the Malfoy's know how to throw a rather nice party. I hope we are able to come again,"
"Though perhaps without the unpleasantness," Narcissa commented as they headed for the receiving room to leave via floo.
"Indeed," Calla offered the woman that was one of Sirius' cousins a smile, "Lady Malfoy, I thank you for inviting us. Despite the unpleasantness, it was a nice evening. I really do love your home,"
"Thank you, Heiress Potter-Black," Narcissa inclined her head, "I hope you have a wonderful Yule,"
The words were echoed and they left. Jason chuckled as they exited the fireplace at the Leaky Cauldron and headed out the door, "Tonight was a rather interesting night."
"Truly," Calla grabbed his hand as she smiled, "I hope to enjoy one like this again,"
"Oh?" Jason looked down at her as they headed for a secluded alleyway so he could use his door to take them home.
Calla nodded with a light smile, "It was actually fun to put on that kind of act. Pushing myself to act like one of those Princess' and keep it up for awhile was fun, I want to do it again."
Jason snorted a bit, "Not too often though, I'd prefer it if my adorable little girl didn't act like a spoiled brat."
"But Father," Calla's faux whine made him chuckle, "It's fun~"
"Perhaps, but spoiled brats don't get Christmas presents," Jason picked her up as they walked through his door.
Calla wrapped her arms around his neck, "Mean, Papa."
Calla put the dress into the laundry after getting rid of the soot covering it. She took a shower after cleaning off the make-up and smiled at herself in the mirror. Putting Parkinson in her place tonight had been fun, it helped her contain the urge to shove the sharpest pair of scissors she had into the bint's stomach. It had been a bit more difficult than she'd thought it would be to ignore the snide comments that had been thrown her way all night, but she had managed it. Containing her violent impulses was definitely deserving of a snack, she decided while drying off.
Getting dressed, Calla headed downstairs and into the kitchen where Candy Pop was making hot-chocolate, "Hello, Poppy."
"Calla," Candy Pop looked at her as she moved towards the fridge, "If you're looking for the ice-cream, it's gone,"
"Dang it," Calla groaned turned to him with a frown, "Do we have anything sweet?"
"Didn't you have enough sweets at the ball?" Candy Pop retorted as he handed over one of the mugs of hot-chocolate he'd made, "But no, we're out of sweets and don't have the ingredients to make any since no ones been shopping for the last few days,"
Calla grumbled as she took the mug and blew at the steam before taking a sip. Smiling at the taste of cinnamon and peppermint mixed with chocolate, she looked at Candy Pop curiously, "No job tonight?"
"I thought I'd stay in," Candy Pop said as he picked up his own mug after tossing all the dirty utensils and pans into the sink to be dealt with later, "Did you enjoy the ball?"
Calla nodded as they headed for the living room, "Mhmm! It was fun especially since Parkinson got into trouble with her parents for blowing up at me. I got to verbally rip her into shreds too."
"Shame you couldn't physically rip her into shreds," Candy Pop muttered earning a soft snort from Calla.
"She's going to be one of my victims when the time comes," Calla told him as they settled down in the living room to watch some sucky Christmas movies as was tradition around this time of year, "I almost wanted to shove my fan into her stomach and see how hard it would be to gut her with it,"
Candy Pop threw one of the thick blankets over them both as she cuddled into his side, "That would be pretty hard since your fan isn't made of metal or very sharp, you don't have the physical strength to do it either. Maybe once you get older and get more control over your powers it would work."
Calla looked over what she'd been given for Christmas with a small smile. It wasn't a bad haul especially since Draco had decided to gift her with a magical seamstress kit that had multiple types of threads and needles for her to play around with. She was more than happy that she'd gone through with her idea for his gift and hoped the blonde boy enjoyed it.
Narcissa looked at Draco as her son went to open the gift that from Calla, "Draco, what do you think Heiress Potter-Black gave you?"
"I'm unsure, Mother," Draco looked up from the rather pretty green and silver wrapping paper, "With Calla, you never know what she's going to do until she does it,"
"Such unpredictability is dangerous," Lucius sneered at the mention of Calla.
To the surprise of both his parents, Draco smirked at his father, "To her enemies, Father. It's a good thing I decided to befriend her than become her enemy. After all, I would probably have ended up in Parkinson's place had I not," He turned back to the gift in his hands, "While not a snake, she is cunning and quite able to bite those that decide to make them her enemies as Parkinson, Chang, and Edgecombe have discovered. It makes me wonder who else is going to make her their enemy."
Narcissa smiled as Lucius squirmed a bit. Clearing her throat, she asked, "Why don't you open the gift your friend gave you, Draco?"
"Right," Draco unwrapped Calla's gift to him, "A box?"
It was a wooden box about the size of a small jewelry box. The wood was stained a dark burgundy. Draco unlatched the box and frowned a bit upon seeing what a silvery green lump the size of a snitch. Narcissa leaned in a bit closer to get a good look at it, "What is that thing?"
Draco reached inside and picked up the snitch sized lump, "It's so warm and soft," The lump was covered in what felt like baby-fine fur, "What is-"
The lump shifted to reveal a brilliant blue eye that locked with his and Draco felt a pulse go through his body. The lump shifted and shivered as it's fur rippled. In his hands, it slowly grew until it had reached the size of a kitten and it's fur had turned the exact shade of blonde as his hair. Four stubby legs formed beneath the lump in the form of limbs, a fluffy tail and two ears formed next as his magic began to pulse in time with the creatures heart beat. Two small horns formed in between the ears that began to resemble fluffy triangles, a muzzle that ended in a pale pink nose formed next. A tiny mouth opened to reveal a pink tongue and a few sharp fangs. A second eye formed and peered into his eyes as they turned the exact same shade as his own. When the creature fully formed, it let out a soft purring sound as Narcissa asked, "What in the world?"
"What are you?" Draco murmured in shock.
The creature got to it's stubby paws and jumped from his hand to the ground where the box was resting. It reached inside the box with it's mouth and pulled out a letter that couldn't have possibly fit if it weren't for magic. It turned and presented the letter to Draco and the boy numbly took it prompting the creature to sit down in front of him radiating satisfaction. Narcissa looked at her son as he opened the letter, "What does it say?"
"Dear Patron,
The creature before you is a Linx. It is a magical creature much like a golem that I've created to become the perfect familiar for those who have been gifted it. This is a gift that cannot be bought for ones self, it must be gifted to one who needs it most and does no have a familiar of their own. It will protect and guard them from anything that may harm them. The Linx will live as long as its master and be ever loyal until its dying breath.
Draco frowned a bit, "But why would Calla get me something like this?"
"I've never heard of a creature like this before," Lucius scowled at the apparent Linx that was sitting patiently in front of his son.
"Is there a name of a company or something on the letter, Draco?" Narcissa requested in a soft tone.
Draco turned over the letter, "It just says Miz."
"That's not a name I've heard before, Draco you should contact Calla at some point soon and ask her where she'd gotten it," Narcissa decided after a moment of thought, "For now, we should find out what it eats and what gender it is,"
"She. Mother, my Linx is a she," Draco murmured earning a confused look, "She'll eat oranges and fish,"
"How do you know that, Draco?" Lucius demanded with a frown.
"We're connected. My magic is connected to her and hers to me," Draco put down the letter and picked up his Linx, "Her name will be Amia,"
"So what did you get Draco, Cal?" Vivian asked Calla as they sat together with everyone at the mansion getting ready to eat Christmas dinner.
"Oh, I got him a Linx," Calla answered as she poured herself a glass of cola.
"What is a Linx?" Vivian asked in confusion.
"A true familiar," Jason answered as he looked at his daughter with a raised eyebrow, "They take the perfect form for their master by connecting itself to no only that beings magic, but their very soul linking them together even after death. It's very rare that they end up in the hands of a magical," He picked up the wine glass he was drinking from, "They're made by a being simply known as Miz. Though I do have to ask," He gave his daughter a pointed look, "Where on earth did you get it?"
"Not on Earth," Calla smiled brightly at her father, "Poppy took me to Ansem,"
Jason immediately turned to give Candy Pop an incredulous look along with most everyone at the table, "Ansem?! You took my daughter to Ansem?!"
Candy Pop offered Jason a sheepish grin, "She was being picky about what to get the brat and we didn't have much time. Besides, she wanted to go and I needed to pick up some stuff," He shrugged lightly, "Since no one would dare touch her when she's with Night or I, we felt it would be perfectly safe."
"What exactly is Ansem?" Vivian cut in.
Calla answered as Slenderman place their food onto the table, "Ansem is one of the interconnecting realms that exist just outside of this plane of existence. No full human can go to Ansem despite its connection to this plane. It's a shopping center for the most part where you can get just about anything, but you've got to be careful since quite a few dangerous beings wander around it," She thanked Slenderman along with everyone else, "Not only are they buying things, they're usually also selling something or looking for a fight. You have to be careful when walking around otherwise you might end up being sold to someone or selling something you really shouldn't," She offered her father an apologetic smile, "Sorry, Papa. I knew it wasn't a good idea, but I really thought that Draco needed a Linx. Since it's highly unlikely he'll end up snapping, I wanted to give him something that will ensure he's protected."
Jason let out a deep sigh, "I suppose it was a good idea, but please do not go back there anytime soon."
"I won't, Papa," Calla promised earning a relieved look.
"Wait, what about Ron?" Vivian burst out earning a confused look, "Ron won't be protected like that,"
Calla snorted softly, "Viv, do you really think I would leave Ron out?"
Vivian stared at her, "You got him one?"
"I ordered one, but it won't be ready for another year," Calla smiled lightly, "Miz only makes so many every year and you're lucky to get one if it isn't ordered. I got lucky with Draco's,"
"But why get Draco's now rather than Ron's?" Sally asked Calla curiously.
"Because Draco is in a precarious position thanks to his father where as Ron is well protected among his siblings," Calla served herself some food.
Vivian frowned a bit, "What about me or you?"
"We both have familiars. Luna has one as well though I'm not sure what. Hermione doesn't have one, but she won't be able to bond with a Linx due to the fact she technically has two souls attached to her body thanks to Leo," Calla speared a chunk of potato, "I also don't want one. Given my mixed heritage, we have no idea what kind of creature my Linx would become. Seeing as there's a large probability of it becoming some kind of monster, I'd rather not get one. I might consider it after I snap, but only on the off chance Shukaku passes on. Given the fact magical raccoon-dogs tend to live for well over three hundred years, I won't be getting one for a very long time,"