The lush, evergreen garden of Malfoy Manor seems to go more dashing as the afternoon sun cascades down and hits it. It is usually in this time of summer, when Narcissa Malfoy sits outside and drinks a cup of tea; however, under the given circumstances, that luxury is diminished—at the present moment anyway.
This “present moment” which is learned by the woman to be one of the most important events in her life, is the wedding of her only child.
Draco, even though he’s only 15 and going to be married, Narcissa couldn’t care less. All she could think of is at least the person he’s going to give the vow to is a pureblood and a close friend of the family.
“Cissy. What the bloody hell are you doing?” Lucius hissed upon seeing his wife daydreaming again “You’re the one who arranged this marriage. Can you at least hurry up so we can get over this and done with?”
Narcissa rolled her eyes at her husband and without another word, she left the bush she had been gazing at and proceeded towards the chairs near the altar where she sat beside an equally sophisticated blonde woman.
“Narcissa” the woman nodded in recognition.
“Pandora” she replied and smiled. “I hope you’re not that upset with this arrangement. Xeno is the only one left in your house and I couldn’t really wait to marry this two”
With the knowledge that Narcissa really puts into action what she wants no matter how it can affect other people, Pandora just smiled.
“No, it’s okay… Actually I’ve been dreaming that they’ll be together someday…but don’t you think it’s a bit too much to make them commit to each other without seeing each other first?” she asked while diverting her gaze at the young Mr. Malfoy who is sulking at the altar.
Narcissa chuckled at her. “Trust me. It’s going to be fine” she replied “Besides, your family belongs to the smartest pureblood wizards. I mean who is in their right mind to hate being married to a Lovegood?”
The blonde woman with silver eyes smiled and stood up as the marching hymn played.
“I suppose so…” she whispered.