Behind The Mask

"What happened?" she whispered, placing her hand lightly on his shoulder. Avior picked himself up to a sitting position and leaned against the wall. "I-I didn't do as told... I guess I d-d-eserved it. I could of done better..." 

"He has no right to curse you!" Aceia snapped viciously, balling her fist together. "Just wait till Draco's father hears about this!" 

"And what would he be able to do?" Avior asked doubtfully. 

"Well he took us in, did he not?" Aceia growled, "I'm sure he will stick up for your own sake, Avior. I'll make sure of it." 

"I'd like to see something like that happen" Avior attempted to snort. 

"Just watch.. We have --" 

Crack  

In front of them, Lucius Malfoy and his wife, Narcissa Malfoy stand with their only son, Draco Malfoy. Lucius Malfoy pushed his overly long blond hair away from his face and stared down at Avior with a deadly expression. They had just apparated into the Manor. 

"Why are you two on the floor?" he asked in a soothing tone. "Get up this instant." 

Aceia stood up with her arms crossed over her chest tightly. "Avior can't" she spat nastily. "He was just cursed." Lucius took one last glance at Avior and gave a little shrug. "Very well than... Dismiss him to his room" he pointed his bejeweled snake headed cane toward Draco. "Draco, be useful and help these two out, now will you?" Draco nodded his head solemnly and made his way over to Avior and Aceia. Lucius and Narcissa stuck their chins up proudly and strode out of the room to find the Dark Lord and have a clear discussion. 

Aceia grabbed Aviors right arm while Draco reached for the other. By the way Draco looked, he obviously did not want to be here right now. He had a tight expression on his face that made him look like a replica of Voldemort. "Cursed or not, this is a house elfs job" Draco spat, lifting Avior up with Aceia. "Oh shut up" Aceia groaned, pushing her bangs out of her eyes. "You can never do one favor without complaining about it." The tears that once rolled down Aceia's cheeks were now dried up and stained. With a bit of rest, Avior would be better in know time. 

"Why shouldn't I complain? I shouldn't be doing this" Draco sneered, walking out of the Grand Dining Hall and into the Great Room where Lucius, Narcissa, Draco's aunt Bellatrix, and Lucius's cousin Geniah sat. "And why is that?" Aceia asked with a raised eyebrow. There was nothing more she hated than the consistent complaining on Draco Malfoy. Other than this, she had no other problem. She felt connected to him in a way... Since Aceia was a pureblood, she was distantly related to the Malfoys. Aceia was a Black, along with Bellatrix who used to carry the family name until she married. Then there was Sirius who was brutally murdered by Bellatrix. Bellatrix felt to take Aceia as a 'close cousin' or sometimes even calls her her 'child'. "Because I'd rather not waste my time carrying someone up six flights of stairs" Draco grumbled. 

"Lazy..." Aceia shook her head with a smug smirk. "This just proves you are inevitably lazy." 

Avior just shut his eyes and ignored the steaming conversation between the two and leaned his head weakly on his shoulder, almost looking dead. "This proves you are just annoying" Draco retorted grimly. 

"If I'm annoying, that makes you annoying... ickle Drakey Poo Poo" Aceia teased amusingly. Draco scrunched his nose angrily and shot her a deadly glare. "Say that one more time... One more time and just watch what will happen." 

"Well, I have nothing to lose" Aceia grinned darkly, eventually making it up to Aviors bedroom. They laid him down on the bed, wrapped the covers around him, and promised to return shortly. Both Aceia and Draco shut the door quietly behind them and made there way back down the hall. "Ickle Drakey Poo Poo obviously gets offended quite easily" Aceia adds on to the taunting, finding Draco's non responsive attitude amusing. "Looks like I'm going to have to send a personal order to the Dark Lord himself to curse you" Draco threatened harshly, darting a fierce glare at Aceia. Aceia simply rolled her eyes, knowing this threat was a bunch of rubbish.