EDIT 4/11/12: hey y'all, there were some details in here that were just a little bit too detailed. fixed it up a bit and tweaked it.

PS. Please, Don't Disown Me

Chapter VIII

Spawn-Of-Mine,

I'm fickle am I? Hnn? And snippy?
Is that anyway to speak of the most dearest, loving, youthful, and beautiful mother you have ever had?

Scorpius Hyperion, I brought you into this world - not only can I take you out of it; I know things that would make you beg to be taken out of it. And don't think I'm lying. I married the Draco Malfoy for Merlin's sake - though your father does like to think that I am clueless to all that is wicked in this word - I know dark magic young man. Don't you forget that little tidbit.

I shall point out that "Mrs. Cornwell-Hedley," had suggested that her daughter Vivienne (who names their child that?) was too good for you - my first born son. "Hah," I say. It is you who is too good for the likes of her pudgy little pig faced daughter. You have the looks my son, clearly you take after your father, and - and! - you have money; much more money than the Cornwell-Hedley family has.

Money and status is all ruddy bints like "Mrs. Cornwell-Hedley" care about.

Hrmph.

Like I would want a daughter-in-law with a name like Vivienne. Preposterous!

One should not look for love in money, my little dove.

Take your father and I for instance. I (you know how I do adore walking about in muggle London) ran smack dab into my draggy-pooh when leaving this wonderful little coffee shop. Or, I should say, your father ran into me. Poor fool was completely lost. Looked just like a wittle puppy who had strayed from his mummy. Twas love at first sight. For me anyway. Your father was too lost in his own misery to notice the fact that he had plowed me over. We had to work on your father's little Woe-Is-Me attitude but he did come around, right quickly.

And then - surprise! - your older sister came along and we had to get married; or else.

On a more serious note, your father wrote to the Headmistress and Kaz and you are excused of all classes on her birthday. Draco has also arranged for a portkey to be available to you and your brother; it will take you directly to Theia's gravesite.

To be simple, love is much like a Dementor my dearest, it sucks the life right out of you.
Of course, it doesn't drown you in a wave of sorrow - not typically. It has quite the opposite effect in that sense.

I hope, that it is love that has caused you to act in such an insane manner and not lust or some disrespectful rot like that. I am sure that you were not taking advantage of this girl. I am very much aware that Rose is Hermione Weasley's daughter. And from what I know about Hermione (beside the fact that she has a great recipe for steak and kidney pie, we exchanged last time I saw her at Ginny's) Rose should be quite intelligent.

Though, you should know, my twinkling star, I would very much approve of little grandbabies with strawberry blonde hair.

Oh - yes! This brings me to Kazmius.
Who is this girl he is seeing?
What is she like?
Is she pretty?
I do like the name Keile. Keile and Kazmius. Yes, I quite like the ring that has to it.
I expect a letter back from you on this subject Scorpius.

Now then, I really ought to go see how your father is doing. I'm afraid you've put him threw a bit of a shock. He's still a bit off his rocker yet.

Love always,
Your Mum, Astoria Malfoy

The following piece of scrap paper was found enfolded within the previous letter's envelope.

The Weasley girl?
A Weasley?
Is this your attempt to see me into St Mungo's?

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