Voldemort's Daughter
written by ♡Aℓσнα♡
Meadow Lestrange was a beautiful girl. She grew up with a muggle family, believing that they were her grandparents. But every single day, she wondered what happened to her parents,and if she wasn't who she thinks she is. ADD TO YOUR BOOKSHELVES! :)
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05/31/21
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Masquerade Ball
Chapter 2
I'm the quiet type, if you haven't noticed. I sat in the corner, reading a book. My favorite book, 'Mysteries of the Mermaids'. It was a book about adventure, about love, about friendship. I've always wanted adventure. But no, I was stuck in a boring old cottage.
Why did I even bother coming to this Ball, you may ask? I was forced to. My grandparents told me I needed a more 'social life', whatever that meant...
My friends were there, dancing in the middle of the ballroom, embarrassing themselves. I would never go to the middle of the dance floor, no money could buy me to do that.
Just then, I panicked. There was a boy coming towards me, holding out his hand. Oh no, what should I do? I got up and walked right passed him. But he grabbed my hand and whipped me around. 'Oh no, oh no, oh no', I thought. But he let go, bowed, and said, "May I have this dance?". I decided to dance with him. What was the worst that could happen? It was just a boy.
"So, are you from around here?", he asked, his dreamy blue eyes staring into mines. I muttered, "No. I live a little up.", I said, as he twirled me around, leading me closer and closer to the middle...
I looked at his outfit. He dressed very well, I shall say. But then I stopped smiling. There was something sticking out of his picket. "What is-", but I guess he noticed I noticed it. He pushed it deeper in his pocket.
"Oh uh, it's nothing. Hehe, my little sister's toy wand. She must've sneaked it in there. But before I could say anything else, a tall redheaded girl came toward us. "Um, Mike? What are you doing with, um, Meadow? She's a freak come dance with me.", said Rebecca, the jerk of the school, pulling Mike away. He looked at me, trying to tell me that he had nothing to do with Rebecca. I turned away.
He's a wizard. I know he is. My grandparents had told me only one thing about my parents. They could do magic. But they never told me how, leading me to disbelieve them. But Mike was a wizard. No wonder he had a sort of foolish look on his face. Especially his dreamy eyes.... Maybe, just maybe, he could tell me about my parents!
Why did I even bother coming to this Ball, you may ask? I was forced to. My grandparents told me I needed a more 'social life', whatever that meant...
My friends were there, dancing in the middle of the ballroom, embarrassing themselves. I would never go to the middle of the dance floor, no money could buy me to do that.
Just then, I panicked. There was a boy coming towards me, holding out his hand. Oh no, what should I do? I got up and walked right passed him. But he grabbed my hand and whipped me around. 'Oh no, oh no, oh no', I thought. But he let go, bowed, and said, "May I have this dance?". I decided to dance with him. What was the worst that could happen? It was just a boy.
"So, are you from around here?", he asked, his dreamy blue eyes staring into mines. I muttered, "No. I live a little up.", I said, as he twirled me around, leading me closer and closer to the middle...
I looked at his outfit. He dressed very well, I shall say. But then I stopped smiling. There was something sticking out of his picket. "What is-", but I guess he noticed I noticed it. He pushed it deeper in his pocket.
"Oh uh, it's nothing. Hehe, my little sister's toy wand. She must've sneaked it in there. But before I could say anything else, a tall redheaded girl came toward us. "Um, Mike? What are you doing with, um, Meadow? She's a freak come dance with me.", said Rebecca, the jerk of the school, pulling Mike away. He looked at me, trying to tell me that he had nothing to do with Rebecca. I turned away.
He's a wizard. I know he is. My grandparents had told me only one thing about my parents. They could do magic. But they never told me how, leading me to disbelieve them. But Mike was a wizard. No wonder he had a sort of foolish look on his face. Especially his dreamy eyes.... Maybe, just maybe, he could tell me about my parents!
