DISCLAIMER: I don't own Harry Potter, only my ideas. I don't own the song either. They are Panic! At The Disco and the song is There's A Reason These Tables Are Numbered Honey, You Just Haven't Thought Of It Yet.
This chapter is dedicated to Hyperactive Lioness who showed me the song and who also kept ragging on me until I posted the chapter.
Oh, and for anyone who has a Facebook, Acacia now has an official Facebook under: Acacia Grace Lestrange.
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I got up off of my bed when I could hear Narcissa's dulcet tones coming up from the kitchen. I grudgingly opened my door and slumped down the stairs. I sat on the bottom step, pulled my sweatshirt hood over my hair and peaked out from the railing. "All the way down here, Acacia," she sighed, beckoning me down from the stairs. "And take that ridiculous hood off. It's not lady-like."
I rolled my eyes, but took my hood down anyway, not wanting to get any fresh bruises on my face. I walked over to her and started to tap my foot, wanting to seem as impatient as I possibly could. "What do you want?" I sighed, cocking my head to the side.
"What did I tell you about your tone?" she asked angrily.
"I'm sorry, Aunt Narcissa," I replied in such a sickly sweet voice that I almost puked saying it. "What is it that you wanted?"
"I wanted to show you what you would be wearing tonight."
"I have to wear something special?" I groaned inwardly. The last thing I wanted to wear was something Narcissa picked out. It was probably going to be pink and frilly. Things I never wore. "Why can't I just wear what I have on?"
Narcissa turned around so fast that I was afraid I would get whiplash. I took a tentative step back and she just looked me up and down. I knew what she would say. I was wearing a sweatshirt, old jeans, my scuffed up trainers and a splattered and stained beater. She raised her eyebrow and pursed her lips. I knew what was going to come next. I was going to get berated for my lack of style and the fact that I never seemed to think about how my appearance affected our family's appearance. There was just one thing that she seemed to be forgetting. We weren't a family! We had never been a family and she wasn't helping that fact at all.
"Acacia. Could you please work with me here?" she sighed like she was annoyed with me. "Could you at least put a clean shirt on, take the sweatshirt off, put those khakis I gave you on and change those trainers into a pair of clean, white flip-flops?" I nodded and plodded up the stairs.
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An hour later, I was stuck in the back seat of the car with Scorpius and Tristan. Tristan was drowning out the world with his iPod and Scorpius was staring out the window.
"Hey, Scorp. What's the matter?" I asked quietly, shoving his shoulder. He just looked at me with his pale eyes blank and looking like nothing I had ever seen before. "Okay. There's no reason to look at me like that."
"Yeah. I know," he replied, cracking a smile. "You seem excited to go to the Vondurri's. I thought you hated Raine and anything to do with her."
"I do. I'm not going there because I like her! I'm going there because your grandmum is making me!" I grumbled, crossing my arms and boring a hole into the back of Narcissa's golden head.
"Don't look at me like that, Acacia. You'll be forced to stay the night!" Narcissa sighed, glaring at me through the rearview mirror. I rolled my eyes and looked at Tristan. He was smirking at me.
"What are you smirking at?" I asked, shoving him.
"You. Here." He handed me an earbud and nodded. Obviously I was supposed to listen to his amazing and yet odd and assorted songs. I closed my eyes and let the song envelop me in its warm hands.
"Please, leave all overcoats, canes and top hats with the doorman. And from that moment, you'll be out of place and underdressed. I'm wrecking this evening already and loving every minute of it. Ruining this banquet for the mildly inspiring and…."
"All right. Best behavior everyone. We need to show them that we are a respectable and completely pure blooded family!" Draco said, eyeing me. I shot him a smile and tossed my long hair behind my back. I unclipped my seatbelt and stepped out of the car, pulling my hair into my sweatshirt hood at the same time. Narcissa shot me a glare while I did this, but I didn't care. I was warm and comfortable and that was the best feeling in the world.
I looked at Abby's mansion. It was beautiful! It had window embellishments and a gorgeous beige exterior. It had a wrought iron gate, trees framing the house beautifully and steps that led up to the main entrance. The front door was covered in everything imaginable. I ran up the steps, my flip-flops smacking the ground with a loud thud and my hood flying back to release my curly locks. I looked back and saw Tristan trudging up the stairs with his iPod still in and his voice forming the words underneath his breath.
"Please, leave all overcoats, canes and top hats with the doorman. And from that moment, you'll be out of place and underdressed. I'm wrecking this evening already and loving every minute of it. Ruining this banquet for the mildly inspiring and…. When you're in black slacks with accentuating, off-white, pinstripes, whoa, everything goes according to plan." I looked up at him with my blue eyes full of excitement. He smiled at me but continued to sing. I joined in this time, loving the next part of the song. "I'm the new cancer, never looked better, you can't stand it. Because you say so under your breath, you're reading lips, 'when did he get at all confident?'"
Narcissa, Draco, Astoria and Scorpius walked up beside us and we all took deep breaths. I was nervous about meeting the Vondurris, and yet excited about seeing Abby again. Draco walked up to the door and placed his hand on the knock. With three hard slams he brought his hand down, the door opened and a neatly dressed butler answered our knock.
"May I help you, sirs and madams?" he asked formally, his eyes half-closed and his arms clasped behind his black clad uniform.
"Yes. We are here to have dinner with the Vondurri and Silverstone family," Draco answered just as formally. The butler nodded and led us inside.
My jaw practically dropped to the floor when I saw the shiny marble floors and the pristine staircases that lead up to another level in the house. I had never been in a house this grand. Not even the Malfoy's house was as beautiful as this. Abby came out from somewhere deep in the bowels of the mansion and as soon as she saw me, she ran and hugged me tightly. Tristan smirked at the both of us, still singing the same song.
"Haven't you heard that I'm the new cancer? Never looked better and you can't stand it! Next is a trip to the, the ladies room in vain and I bet you just can't keep up with, with these fashionistas and tonight, tonight, you are, you are a whispering campaign. I bet to them, your name is "Cheap". I bet to them you look like shh."
Abby just looked at him with her big green eyes and shook her head to get her bangs out of her face. Her red hair shone with the light pouring in from the window and the blush lighting her face and making it bright red. "Abs. What are we supposed to do here?" I asked impatiently.
"Oh, right. Let me show you my room," she said, tucking her arm into mine and making me skip with her. I started to sing the song my brother was singing before.
"Talk to the mirror, oh, choke back tears and keep telling yourself that, 'I'm a diva'. Oh and the smokes in that cigarette box on the table, they just so happen to be laced with nitroglycerin. I'm the new cancer never looked better, you can't stand it. Because you say so under your breath, you're reading lips, 'when did he get all confident?' Haven't you heard that I'm the new cancer? Never looked better and you can't stand it." I smiled at Abby and she just kept her head down, her long red hair covering her cheeks and smiled a tiny smile back.
"Haven't you heard that I'm the new cancer? I've never looked better and you can't stand it! Haven't you heard that I'm the new cancer? I've never looked better and you can't stand it. And I know and I know, it just doesn't feel like a night out with no one sizing you up. I've never been so surreptitious, so, of course, I'll be distracted when I spike the punch. And I know and I know, it just doesn't feel like a night out with no one sizing you up. I've never been so surreptitious so, of course, I'll be distracted when I spike the punch. And I know and I know, it just doesn't feel like a night out with no one sizing you up. I've never been so surreptitious so, of course, I'll be distracted when I spike the punch."
"How do you know that song and why do you know that song?" Abby asked, rolling her eyes.
"You have Tristan to blame, my dear," I laughed, smiling at the blush that crept up her cheeks.
"Hey, Abby. It's time for dinner," I heard Vondurri say from the hallway. I clenched my fists and it was all I could do not to turn around and shoot daggers at Vondurri.
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A/N: I'll be going into the actual dinner next chapter and hopefully it will be funny. I'm basing it off of my own dinner parties with my family so it will definitely be interesting! Don't forget to R&R as no one Reviewed this past chapter….
