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Chapter Sixteen – Traditions 16th July 1978
“Izabella! Will you hurry up?” Severus demanded, banging on the bathroom door forcefully. Izabella rolled her eyes and fastened a towel around her damp hair before yanking open the door.
“Finally.” Severus said, rushing into the bathroom and pushing Izabella out before he slammed the door. She sighed and pulled her light, cotton robe tighter around her slim waist before heading downstairs, humming under her breath.
“Good morning,” she chirped as she reached the kitchen where her mother was sat enjoying a steaming cup of tea. Her mother raised an eyebrow slightly as she returned the greeting, watching her daughter closely as she bustled about in the cupboards.
“You're very lively this morning.” Eileen said as Izabella waved her wand at the coffee and bit into a piece of toast hungrily.
“What do you mean?”
“You've been miserable for the past few days and you finally seem to be cheering up.”
Izabella laughed and sat at the table, cradling her hot mug in her hands.
“Looking forward to today?” Eileen asked casually. Izabella shrugged.
“I suppose.”
“I think it's wonderful that the Malfoys-”
“Mother, can you have one conversation without mentioning the Malfoy family?” Izabella sighed. Eileen blushed slightly.
“Don't be silly Izabella.” she mumbled as she stood up and made her way into the living room. Izabella chuckled and rolled her eyes then went back up stairs, blasting out her music and not thinking about Lily or Sirius for the first time in days.
Evening came, and Izabella glanced out of the window at the summer sky which was dimming in colours of pink and orange and blue, smudged together like an oil painting.
She smiled then shimmied into her new dress and admired her reflection. She had managed to find a Slytherin green dress which was not a typical ballgown, but was extremely regal and elegant. It was sleeveless yet modest and left her chest bare to display the dainty silver and diamond necklace which Severus had bought her for her fifteenth birthday.
The dress was made of a fine chiffon material which draped over her figure pleasantly and swirled around her with a fairly long train. Her skin shimmered with a pale glow and her dark hair was scooped up, a few tendrils loose about her face, her eyes dark and her lips stained lightly red. She smiled then made her way downstairs carefully in her black heels, smiling at Severus who was waiting at the bottom in his smart black robes.
“You look lovely.” he said, bowing in an exaggerated manner. Izabella chuckled and tugged straight the collar of his robes.
“As do you. Now can we go?” Izabella said as she checked her reflection in the mirror by the door. “The sooner we go the sooner we can leave.”
“If you stop complaining you might actually have fun.” Eileen said as she walked out of the kitchen, smoothing her modest, dark purple dress.
Izabella rolled her eyes and mumbled under her breath as she followed them into the sitting room. Eileen grabbed a handful of Floo Powder, stepped into the fireplace and said 'Malfoy Manor' in a clear voice. There was a flash of green and she was gone. Before stepping into the fire, Severus turned and smiled slightly at his sister.
“She's right you know. You might enjoy yourself tonight.”
Izabella rolled her eyes and pushed him forward. He chuckled and grabbed a handful of Floo Powder, and with one last grin he shouted his destination and was engulfed in the green flames.
Izabella sighed and caught sight of herself in the mirror that was hanging on the opposite wall. She pushed a piece of hair back into place and bit her lip slightly.
“Have fun.” she told herself sternly. She took a deep breath then threw the Floo Powder into the fireplace.
“Malfoy Manor!”
Izabella was swallowed by a warm sensation as she was whizzed through fireplaces. She was pushed forward slightly and landed heavily on a dark wooden floor. Her arm was caught as she wobbled and she smiled towards the man in black servant robes as he steadied her.
“Thankyou,” she said politely as she brushed herself off. He bowed slightly then returned to the fire to wait on the next guest, leaving Izabella to glance around the room.
Lining the walls were six fireplaces, each guarded by two servants in identical black robes. Above the hearths were large moving portraits, who sneered down on most of the guests as they arrived, their faces pale and their white blond hair relflecting the green flames.
“Izabella,” came her mother's voice. She turned to find her waiting by the doorway. Severus gave her an encouraging smile as he took his mother's arm then stood patiently behind the large oak door. The doors were suddenly flung open and Severus and Eileen stepped out into lavishly decorated ballroom.
“Ms Eileen Snape and Master Severus Snape.” called a voice from just inside the room. Izabella raised an eyebrow and surpressed a grin as she watched them flounce into the room, greeting people that surrounded them. Izabella stepped forward expectantly.
“Miss Izabella Prince.”
She stepped into the room, swallowing slightly as heads turned in her direction and bowed in acknowledgement. She plastered a smile to her face and continued moving amongst the guests, following her mother's path whilst concentrating on walking without falling over.
“Izabella.”
She turned and stopped herself from rolling her eyes as Regulus approached her, taking her hand and bestowing a kiss on it.
“You look wonderful.”
“Regulus.” she replied, flashing a brief smile as she took back her hand.
“Ah Mother, Father. This is Izabella Prince.” he introduced as Orion and Walburga Black joined them. Walburga's face was upturned in a horrid sneer that seemed to be permantley etched on her face. Her husband was small and plump and as she shook their hands, Izabella wondered how someone as handsome as Sirius could possibly be related to the Pureblood maniacs infront of her.
“Looking good Izabella.”
Unable to hold back the sigh that escaped her lips, Izabella rolled her eyes as she turned to face Avery, Mulciber and his various other cronies.
“Green suits you.” he said with a wink. As she opened her mouth to respond a cold voice came from behind her.
“Indeed it does.”
Izabella smiled at Lucius and he returned the gesture before turning to glare at Avery.
“Isn't there somewhere you need to be?”
Avery nodded slightly and gestured for the rest to follow him, Regulus joined them and they soon disappeared into the crowd, Lucius' steel grey eyes following them. He turned back to the Blacks and smiled charmingly.
“Would you mind if I steal Miss Prince away from you?”
“Not at all Mister Malfoy.” Orion said with a respectful bow, taking his wife's arm and leading her away. Lucius turned back to Izabella and his face warmed.
“You look radiant.” he said, stepping forward to place a kiss on her cheek.
“You don't look too bad yourself, Mister Malfoy.” she said with a grin, admiring his black robes and emerald green cravat. He chuckled and extended his hand towards her.
“Would you join me for a dance?” he offered. Izabella smiled and took his hand.
“I'd love to.”
Lucius led her over to a large dancefloor and spun her into his arms, lightly placing one hand on her waist whilst keeping hold of one of her other hands. Izabella grinned as they swayed around the dancefloor to the music.
“It's like going back in time.” Izabella said. Lucius chuckled and glanced around.
“There's nothing wrong with a bit of tradition.”
“There is a lot wrong with some traditions.”
“Such as?”
“Muggleborns and the way they are treated by Purebloods.” she said simply.
Lucius looked over her head for a moment, his jaw clenched then he smiled and stroked her hand with his thumb.
“You're a Pureblood.”
“Yeah and my best friend is a Muggleborn.”
After a roll of her eyes, Izabella ducked her head under Lucius' arm as he twirled her, using her other hand to hold her dress so she wouldn't trip. With a self concious cough she leant forward towards him.
“Why is everybody staring at us?” she whispered in his ear. Lucius looked around then smiled and pulled her closer against him.
“Because, Miss Prince, you are dancing with Witch Weekly's Most Charming Bachelor.”
Izabella slapped his arm lightly as she threw her head back and laughed loudly and he grinned, winking at her cheekily.
His hand slid down from her shoulders to rest at the bottom of her back gently. He pulled her closer towards him and smiled as she snaked her arms around his neck. Lucius' other hand lifted to stroke her cheek for a moment before a loud bell echoed around the Hall.
With a sigh, Lucius pulled back and offered his arm.
“Dinner is served.”
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