"Blood makes you related, but loyalty is what makes you family."-(via slytherinquotes)
"I want what I want, and what I want I will get."-L.A.V. (via slytherinquotes)
Not much happens at the moment (and that is such a lie because my mother and Lucius’ mother.. they are too busy with the wedding plans. One might think it was their weddings and not ours..good grief parents!).
So, since I am feeling left out I may as well continue writing down the events of this summer.
The horse, Mrs Malfoy’s horse it is actually. Up to now he has been called ‘The Little Black One’ even if he isn’t so little any more.
It was me who should name him and I had a really hard time figuring out a name that is descriptive and worthy of a horse like that.
Back and fourth testing out different names, saying them out loud to listen to what it sounds like, and each and every one failed. That was until I, by reading a book, found the perfect name.
I guess I can as much blame the Midsummer Night..
‘The Little Black One’ is now officially named Auberon, another version of Shakespeare’s Oberon from ‘A Midsummer Nights Dream’.
By looks he reminds me of a horse from a book I read as a child ‘The Black Beauty’. I remember too well reading that particular book, also how much I cried.
Auberon may look like the horse in the book, but he will never be abused by mankind.. over my dead body. Nor will he be sold again and again, Mrs Malfoy gave me her word.
Auberon it is, king of fairies.. mischievous like my cousin but promising given the right circumstances… or trained by the right person, petted by a gentle hand and loved.
My family’s first proof of my magical abilities was when we were visiting some family members: Aunt Walburga and uncle Orion to be specific, and I was about four years old.
Between my aunt and my father, there has always been bickering.. I guess I had had it with it this particular day (mother always shielded us children from arguments, aunt Walburga never gave a …).
Once .. I think it was during a Christmas dinner, they were at it again. Father and aunt Walburga, arguing about something I can’t remember what was.
I couldn’t bare listening to them any more..
My anger or confused state ..that’s what caused it:
I made one of her flower vases explode, water flowing all over the dinner table and all I heard was Bella and Dromeda giggling.
Then Bella saying ‘See auntie, Cissy isn’t a squib’.
‘Of course not’, replied my mother with a fair amount of harshness in her voice, ‘whoever would think such a thing’?
Thanks Bella.. I think.
It was not the first time this had happened; it was just that no one had been around to witness it before.
Bella told me years later, that she had overheard our aunt going on and on about how our father and mother had three girls and no boys. Then about the times our dear auntie had told her brother that at least one of them (meaning us) had to be a squib, no one produces that many girls with magical abilities.
She has always been cruel aunt Walburga. Or was it Bella using what she had heard to annoy me.
Siblings are a gift from the gods…or a devils form of prank.
HARRY POTTER HISTORY MEME: three historical witches [1/3] → Merope GauntMerope Riddle (née Gaunt), (c. 1907 – 31 December, 1926) was a pure-blood witch, daughter of Marvolo Gaunt, and sister of Morfin. She was a direct descendant of Salazar Slytherin and a Parselmouth. Merope lived in a shack with her father and brother, who mentally and physically abused her. She grew to have an obsessive love for Tom Riddle, a handsome and wealthy Muggle. When both her father and brother were imprisoned, she bewitched and married Tom. Merope ended up dying at an orphanage, soon after giving birth to her son, whom she had named Tom Marvolo Riddle.