Kings Cross International train station was loud and abuzz as masses of the worlds most important people crowded together to farewell their children. One enjoyable thing about the stockpile of royalty and nobles and variety of other miscellaneous rich people is that, for once, we were of no interest to anyone else around us.
A quiet blessing I'm sure, as my Uncle Blaise broke his usually sombre persona, to wish his daughter goodbye. Heartbreak in his eyes, as if he never really thought he would actually have to see her go.
"You know Father always says he doesn't have favourites, but he definitely wasn't tearing up 2 minutes ago when he said his goodbyes to me," Marko says from beside me, his words laced with laughter.
"Well yes, you are the pretty one, so she needs the extra attention," I reply, turning towards my cousin with a grin. Before we could do or say anything else, my mother quickly steals her nephew away, to either smother him in more affection or fret about his appearance.
I don't remember Aunt Daphne, all I know of her is that she and Uncle Blaise married shortly after the war. And although their marriage was short, they really helped each other heal from the shared teen trauma. I don't remember how she looked or what she was like, but I do remember how heartbroken Uncle Blaise was when she died. Marko and I were maybe 6, and I remember we would go weeks at a time without seeing his father. Apparently, after a serious intervention from my parents, my uncle threw himself into diplomatic work. He was a frontier in pushing for refugee and humanitarian work in the muggle colonies affected by the war. It was there he found Selene, abandoned or orphaned, we've never really got the specifics. All we knew is that one day, Uncle Blaise rocked up with a timid little muggle girl, and it's been the three of us since.
It was a surprise to everyone when she started showing signs of magic; my mother was not a crier but that sunny summer afternoon in the Eastern Gardens, she wept of joy for what seemed like hours.
Ever since her sister died, my mother immediately took on the role of the overbearing maternal figure in Markos life and took absolutely no time to adopt Selene as the daughter she always wanted.
Although to outsiders, Queen Astoria Greengrass Malfoy can come off quite aloof, in private she never seems to be lacking in overwhelming devotion.
I had previously thought that the hardest part of preparing for Hogwarts was going to be learning the names of every child with essential networking opportunities for my family and country. I was wrong. That will never be as exhausting or as infuriating as my mothers constant, insistent fretting.
While my cousins took up the adult supervision, I searched through the busy platform crowd to try put faces to the names I've spent the better part of my life learning.
Close by to where my family were gathered stood Aleksandr Tver, Kniaz (Prince) in the Far East, heir to a kingdom where the people are as cold as their climate, and richer than they really need to be. He was sorted into the Ravenclaw house 3 years ago.
Near the front of the train, with her copper skin and tightly curled hair, I spot who I assume is the Gran Duquesa (Grand Duchess) Maria Cristina Cesi from the prestigious Civitella-Cesi royal family. Her family control all major trading routes throughout the Mediterranean. A Hufflepuff student, who is about to start her last year.
Not far from her, is Vidame Charles Valois, a distant relation to his particular sovereign, but second in line to the most fertile farming land in not only his country, Versailles but half of the northern world. A Gryffindor, 5th year, and if the rumours are true, a bit of a prick. Unless you are a Weasley. Well, specifically a Weasley-Delacour, which are the aforementioned sovereigns he is distantly related too.
Which lead into the ridiculously large huddle of red hair and loud laughs in the middle of the train platform.
The first one I notice in the large group is the dauphin of Versailles, and heir to the throne, Fleur Isabelle Weasley Delacour who is married to High Prince William Arthur Weasley, Heir Apparent of Wisulon. I've always found their coupling to be an odd one; since Versailles is notoriously extravagant and unnecessarily lavish. In comparison to them, Wisulon is barely a country. Which is famous for nothing but it's humility, compassion and Weasley Wheezes. A joke store franchise which must be the only reason the country is still afloat at this point.
The only kind of "abundance" they have is their heap of family members.
Prince William and Princess Fleur have 3 children; the eldest, Victorie, is head girl this year at Hogwarts and a few years under her, is Dominique. It's to be said that, when the time comes, Victorie will inherit the crown for Wisulon, and Dominique for Versailles. It's insane to me that the eldest would choose the poorer of the two, but apparently, it suits them just fine. And then there is Louis, currently in his second year. After them comes a bunch of forgettable people, none in line for any kind of throne, though all assumed to join the courts of either Victorie Weasley, Dominique Weasley or James Potter.
The Potter family from Gahdrik just adds more unnecessary complexity to their already exuberant family line. If they weren't so overwhelmingly modest, you could claim they are setting out to start an empire; trying to fill the world of vile, redundant, loud-mouthed redheads.
Admittedly, that may not be an entirely accurate representation of them as a whole, but maybe just a lingering warped impression from an unpleasant firecracker 2 years ago.
She stood right in the middle of her enormous family, looking only slightly different than when I last saw her. She stood next to whom I assume is Albus Potter from his mess of raven hair, and oversized glasses, second in line at Gahdrik, and talked animatedly about something I couldn't hear.
Her parents were close beside her, her father tall and broad, his pale skin bringing out his masses of freckles. Her mother a stark contrast to her husband, with her coffee coloured skin, and her thick array of tight curls that framed around her face. Somehow Rose Weasley seemed to fit somewhere in between the two. Her skin was a more tan, instead of the deep colour her mother had. Her face sprinkled in freckles, and her hair a light strawberry, with loose curls. Although the masses on her head where still quietly defying the laws of gravity, her hair flowed where her mothers more flourished. She sat, so in between her two parents; every feature of her containing a bit of both of them.
Strangely, I can't seem to take my eyes off her. Honestly, she really isn't even that pretty. Like I guess, yeah, if you look at her with squinted eyes she can be a little cute. But there are countless girls on this platform alone that are leagues above her. Merlin knows that even compared to some of her cousins- she's a bit of a bore. I probably can't stop looking at her because I can't forget about how atrocious her personality was.
As the whistle blew, my cousins and I gave our final goodbyes and quickly made our way onto the Hogwarts express. Rushing into the first empty cart we could find, we finally allowed ourselves to relish in finally being free from our loving, but overbearing parental figures.
"You were sorta staring at the Weasley girl on that platform Scorp. You know, the one you pushed over at the Embassy Ball years ago?" Marko starts. "What was her name? Daisy?"
"As if. I was just zoning out in her direction I guess." Biting my tongue in correcting him on her name. He didn't need to know how much of an impression she made on me all those years ago. "I don't know why she's even here. She barely a princess."
"Scorpius you know that isn't true. Her father is the son of King Arthur and Queen Molly of Wisulon." Selene says softly.
"Yeah, the 5th son. And with all the kids that family pops out, you know Prince Ron will never take the throne. He's lucky he was befriended by 'the chosen one', or he'd never have amounted to anything. He's nothing more than a General Commander in the end, so I don't see what the point is in his kids having royal titles."
"That's very rude Scorpius." Selene tries to interrupt me saying, but my irritation seems to have gotten the better of me.
"Like, what's the point in her even coming to Hogwarts. She won't really inherit a title, and Circe knows she's too ugly to marry up the food chain, and from what I remember from her personality, she's too vile to even make friends in high places. Rose Weasley would be nothing if not for nepotism." I know I've gone too far when Selene suddenly stands up, storming to the carriage door, with her hand on the handle she turns and faces me, cheeks flushed in anger.
"I will not listen to you talk like this about someone you don't even know. It's not right" and with a push, she slams open the door, for us to see the devil herself, Rose Weasley standing right outside of the door. A hand raised as if she was just about to knock on the door. She looks me right in the eye, and even I can't help but feel guilty when I see tears there
"Prick" She mutters under her breathe, as she quickly runs away.
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i'm so ridiculous sorry that this update has been so long coming. not to get too ridiculously personal, but i just came out of a terrible breakup with my boyfriend of 5 years, and have been majorly unhappy about everything i've written. i've really tried to get back into things to pick myself up again, but i am so sorry if things are a bit of a mess.
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