When she woke the next morning, the previous day's events hit Emarie like a train. Finally shaking off the numb feeling, she got out of bed and dressed. The other girls ad already gotten dressed and went down to breakfast. None of them were staying so
their trunks were already packed and their beds were stripped. Emarie felt heavy as she threw her belongings into her trunk. Professor Dumbledore was never her favorite adult at Hogwarts, but she had never disliked him. Dumbledore and her shared a
primal instinct for knowledge, and for that, Emarie had respected him. She knew Hogwarts would carry on, but she reveled him her guilt. When she finally latched her trunk and stripped her own bed, she began the ascent to the Great Hall. Emarie had
figured her parents would be wanting her home, but she had no confirmation. She assumed Draco had gotten word to them, somehow.
"Draco," she thought miserably.
She shoved those painful thoughts to the back of her mind and put some breakfast on her plate. She saw the Great Hall doors swing open. Emarie wasn't too worried since students had been strolling in and out of the Hall all morning.
But these two people were not students at all. They were a strikingly beautiful couple. The woman had jet-black hair with brown, warm eyes. The man who stood a foot and a half taller than his wife and had sandy, blond hair and bright green eyes.
Emarie smiled. It was a shock that her parents, Elliot and Marie Chabert, were standing at the entrance of the Great Hall. She couldn't believe her parents came to Hogwarts to escort her home, so quickly. Although they had never been to Hogwarts (her
mother went to Beauxbatons and her father went to Durmstrang), they were able to locate the Slytherin table and their daughter without any extra effort.
"'Ello, ma vie!" Elliot sat down beside her. Marie squeezed her daughter's shoulders.
"Have you had a good term, dear?" Her mother spoke perfect English and was able to hide her French accent nicely.
"Up until recently, I suppose."
"Were you and this Headmaster close?"
"Not particularly."
"Do you need to stay and see his funerailles?" Her father asked politely.
"No, I don't think I need to see his funeral, Papa. We can go home."
"Actually, we aren't going home. That's why we were able to come escort you. We're going to be taking up residence at the Malfoy's. You do remember them, don't you?"
Emarie nearly laughed out loud. The irony was just too wonderful. "Oui,
style="font-family: '.SFUIText-Italic'; font-style: italic; font-size: 17pt;"maman. I remember them."
"As soon as you're ready we'll be Apparating once we get into that little village we came through..."
"Hogsmeade."
"Yes, Hogsmeade!"
"Is there anyone you need to say goodbye to?"
"Non. I just need to get my trunk.."
She felt a grin spread across her face. She was really going to be staying at the Malfoy Manor where some of the most elite Death Eaters were gathered. She had heard rumors that the Dark Lord himself was also carrying out his bidding within the Manor.
After Emaire had gotten her trunk, the Chabert family took the small hike to the neighboring village. They took each other's arms and Apparated in the direction of the Malfoy Manor.