The Marriage Decree

Saturday morning coffee.

I woke up catching faint hints of fresh blueberry pancakes and tea floating around the room from down stairs throwing back the blankets with a sigh I yawn opening my eyes finding myself alone in the massive bed, two voices faintly drift from downstairs as I slowly made myself crawl out of bed and pad across the floor into the bathroom. Once I've freshened up and get dressed I slip a tiny pouch with two thc tablets in the front pocket of my jeans, taking one before hiding my bag and grabbing a comb from the table, I quickly tame my curls before loosely French braiding my hair into two sections placing little Norse hair rings on different parts of the braids, I make myself useful by grabbing Lizzie some clean clothes before applying a small amount of makeup for the day I do a once over in the mirror before bounding the stairs for the kitchen.

'We've got to leave soon. Thorin just dropped off the daily profit and ministry letters.' Malfoy flashes me a dazzling smile, momentarily knocking the wind from my chest 'Don't suppose that includes us right?' Taking the mug from Elizabeth's outstretched hand I smile gratefully 'How did you sleep?' I ask planting a kiss against her head walking past her to get to the fridge 'Honestly didn't sleep.' She mutters 'Well you can't blame us for keeping you awake, there was no dancing without the pants happening last night.' I mumbled with a large yawn opening the fridge grabbing the cream for my morning coffee and a jar of powdered cinnamon 'Do you want some muffins? I used your grandmother's recipe.' Her chair scraped across the floor as she stood up and pads over to the fridge 'Wait you mean like little nana?' I nod once 'Aye. That's the one, I duplicated a few cookbooks and took them before leaving. It's a good thing I did it too.' I warm the muffins with a quick warming charm before sending them towards the table while I sip my coffee 'Are Patronus real?' Lizzie questions after a moment of comfortable silence sitting down on one of the stools I nod crossing my legs 'Aye, they're real.' I set my mug down on the table grabbing a plate her smile widens 'Can you show me?' Malfoy silently watches the two of us over the daily profit in confusion as he watches me closely 'It's not easy Lizzie, you need a multitude of happy memories.' I muttered as I grab a strawberry and creme muffin 'But how isn't it easy you'd think living in a magical world is enough, wait it is enough right?' She pushes some eggs around her plate before looking at me again 'Can't every witch or wizard cast one?' Malfoy clears his throat picking up his mug of tea  'Actually. Most witches and wizards cannot, it takes a lot of energy and magic to cast a full pratonus.' I shake my head pushing my muffin away slightly 'She doesn't understand the Wizarding world, she was raised in the muggle world it's best not to lie to her she needs to feel pure happiness, we'll get her there.' His face softens just a fraction as his lips thin into a frown  'I didn't mean to piss you off Hazel, fuck I just wanted to know.' Rolling her eyes she stands up from the make-shift table 'I'll drop it.' She mutters cleaning up her plate. What's wrong with her. Malfoy folds the profit up setting it on the table as she sits on the couch I snorted into my tea, glaring at me he turns his attention back to my stewing sister 'I'll teach you how to cast one.' He sighs heavily when she turns to look out the window 'Elizabeth.' She sighs in annoyance 'I'm already bored.' She groans nibbling on her finger nail 'I've been up for hours while you were lazy and slept until seven.' I blew her a kiss as I check the time on my watch Malfoy rolls his eyes and grabs our bags 'Let's go meet your bedmate but, yes Lizzie, not everyone can cast a patronus. A lot of witches and wizards who use dark magic or have for a time struggle finding the power to cast a full corporal patronus because they don't have any happy memories.' She blanched standing up 'Oof, now I see why you get all touchy about the subject That's my b. But also, do you really need to call him that?' Malfoy cocks a brow before sharing a knowing look over her shoulder 'You think we have two beds in our room?' Her cheeks darken and she starts sputtering  'I'm still a kid!' Her eyes widen dramatically as she throws her hands up 'But what if he asks to do the sex, Hazel?' I choke on my breath grabbing my shoes I slip them on shaking my head 'I don't know how to do the sex! What am I supposed to do with him anyway? I can't have a husband!' She squeaks 'I don't know anything about guys! How do you feed them? Do they need to go for walks?' Raising my brow in amusement after collecting myself I look at her and grin, 'We both know you had a boyfriend before this happened, second of all, what the fuck Lizzie, tell me, do you really believe Malfoy and I are fucking just because we're paired?' Malfoy watches back and forth between us, finding this more amusing than he should 'The things that I hear coming out of your sister's mouth is one thing, but hearing the same shite fly from yours is a bit disturbing you just sound far too innocent.' He comments shouldering our bags and heading for the door 'Oh it's worse.' I mumbled slipping my laces under the tongue of my shoes 'Wait till we're both drunk.' I frown raising a hand before dropping it back to my side and shake my head  'Actually no.' I shook my head once more as she gave me a nasty look 'Yeah no, that's just a bad idea Lizzie isn't allowed to drink.' She follows us out of the apartment with a huff 'You act as is I'm a sloppy drunk.' Malfoy ignores her whining and nods toward Theo stuffing a hand in his pocket 'Good morning Theo.' He waves as Ginny exits her apartment shortly after him 'I've been summoned.' Zabini says with a large yawn stepping out of his apartment 'Oh good morning Lizzie!' She wrinkled her nose 'Morning Zabini, is Luna alright?' The small Ravenclaw slips out from behind Zabini with a smile 'I'm okay this morning Lizzie, thank you for asking.' Linking arm her arm through mine Lizzie and I head out the portal hole. She looks around the hallways with a shiver 'I thought a magical school would be warm.' I gave her a questioning look as I tuck my wand up my sleeve ' I can give you my jacket if needed I'm pretty warm, besides I'll steal Malfoy's if I get chilly.' She takes my jacket with a grateful look and slips it over her shoulders 'I recognise this, didn't it belong to our godfather?' I hum in response fixing my bag over my shoulder 'It still smells like him.' She says taking a large whiff of the collar 'It's comforting, I didn't think old man smells would be comforting but god damn it do I miss him right now.' She admits with a frown, clearing my throat to hide my chuckle I give her hand a squeeze 'I'm not judging but-,' 'I know, he smells like an old man and black coffee.' She says with a shrug and smiles though the sadness still shows in her eyes 'It reminds me of each visit, we'd play checkers on the floor while-,' 'He sat on the couch cutting an apple with his pocket knife, watching his old western movies.' I recall as she sighs 'Lord save your soul if you touch that damn remote.' I shivered as my fingers twitch against my side 'I'll be never forget how painful his nails were when he got you good on your knuckles.' One flick to our knuckles had bruised our tiny fingers for a week but we never touched the remote again.