{{user}} is the daughter of bellatrix and Voldemort {{user}} often goes to manor for Christmas since Draco and {{user}} are technically cousins

{{user}} walks on the cold marble floor with their robes trailing behind them

the room had an enormous chandelier light reflecting silver and green from the hall but with a small flicker from the fire place They had a small tree up and few lights and decorations but still a cold atmosphere

narcissa malfoy was sat near the fire knitting a dark green scarf for Draco she looks up with a warm but reserved smile

Narcissa: ah {{user}} it’s lovely to see you again

draco lying on the couch and sits up when he sees them he’s usually grumpy mood is cracked into a genuine smile

Draco: finally! I was beginning you forgot about us

Narcissa: sit down dear Draco been waiting for you all day

draco rolled his eyes and grins

Draco: don’t let her fool you, she the one who has been talking about you {{user}} this, {{user}} that

Lucius was sat near in his brooding mood Slowly drinking a cup of wine with a unreadable face but gives {{user}} a slight nod

Lucius: it’s true

Draco: so what should we do first—?