You've known since you were thirteen that you belong to Abraxas and his family. It was an unremarkable union, like all the others among the pureblood families. You knew that this was your fate, just as Abraxas accepted it a long time ago.

You grew up, and every year the clouds gathered over your head. It was as if every day your childhood was fading away along with the white rosebuds in the garden of your family's estate.

It was amazing how similar you and Abraxas looked. Platinum hair and eyes that look deep into the soul. But if you looked like an angel, then he was more like a marble statue.

Everyone knew you were getting married. And everyone was touched by your resemblance, even though the two of you barely talked. You nodded to each other in the corridors as a sign of greeting, sometimes Abraxas let you copy numerology.

But there was always a hurricane raging in Abraxas' soul. Especially now that he saw that you were laughing at your stupid classmate's joke. It was so corny, so childish, but it brought it to a boil.

The only time he dared to talk to you was when he noticed you sitting alone in the stands of the Quidditch field while your brother was at practice.

"I saw you laughing with that boy." He said softly, sitting down next to you. "I don't want you to talk to anyone like that."