Our trusty servant leads us into The Drawing Room.

Everywhere inside this mansion was dark leaving no room for light to thrive. Curtains are drawn. Generation-old furniture left to gather dust. Only to be cleaned when there was company for the family. My eyes glance over a family portrait of Mr. Malfoy, Mrs. Malfoy, and their son, all positioned by the photographer in a serious manner.

So this is what old money is? A void of emotions?

No wonder this kid was willing to go above and beyond to prove his own worth to the student body at Hogwarts.

"It's rude to stare," whispers Professor.

"It's on display," I snap, not caring anymore.

All this rules are ridiculous. I wasn't beginning to become rather bored about: what I can do, can't do, and all of what's in-between.

I inch so I was closer behind the Professor. Something in my gut was warning me that I should be on the defence.

A few House Elves cower while they scurry past. All of this was news to me because I wasn't aware people didn't respect them as creatures, until now.

I was in a constant state of pokerface unwilling to be open.

These types of families that are desperate to stay pure have not got a good track record. One cursed the littlest Weasley. Another decided to harm a creature smaller than them. Oh wait, the image of the person was becoming a picture: Lucius Malfoy. This man was not my favourite person in existence but his son deserved more.

A fire was raging inside my mind waiting for a ticking bomb to blow. It wasn't anger, no. I don't know what the term was to accurately describe it but something was there. A spark. A bomb. An unusual duo.

Professor whispered words of advice."Remember, your safe return is counted on."

The translation: don't fuck this up, kid.

My name was Cedrella Sallow, and I was a Slytherin student, who was talented in the magic which was needed to cure this curse. The history was written. Though, the future, was full of uncertainty. I didn't know how much these people knew of the scandal.

Mr. Malfoy spoke with kindness."Miss. Sallow -- it's a pleasure to meet you."

It was the first and only time that I was going to have this level of decency.

I spoke with the same respect. "There's been many good words about your family, and it's an honour to help."

Our hands connect with a firm handshake to follow.

I was inside the room in which we are to have the meeting inside. Only one family member was missing, and was the only reason of why I agreed to this. There was no sign of his whereabouts. My eyes scan without moving my head so that I don't cause as much suspicion.

That's when I spotted an unusual figure sitting, and facing away from the doorway and a zap of my ring told me that this was him. This mysterious figure was Draco Malfoy.

I just needed it to be confirmed. 

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Our rings are connected in order for the series of curses to flow naturally between us. No doubt a magical hair which was came from the same creature. These rings are family much like how Potter's wand and You-Know-Who's were connected. I figured it out shortly after learning of Malfoy's misfortune.

I'm not sure how the dots connected but the signs are there.

This was my time to warn Draco of what was to come. Only this boy, was so stuck in his ways, there's no way it was going to be a smooth meeting. We have to go to the Guild in order for this cycle to break, and there's no other way around it. I can't keep making this look like some silly game anymore.

I don't want to keep having worries of what was going to hex me next. These hexes weren't fun to be on the receiving end of, and I don't think I was the only to believe this.

I decided to be brave. "Excuse me, Mr. Malfoy, where is my client? Only I need to see what hex I was working with."

His face dropped when I asked. "You need to see your client? No one warned us that you couldn't work without your client."

"I do apologise for the miscommunication," I said, as I bowed to show my sympathy towards them. I stretch back into my normal standing position and continue the conversation. "Only hexes are impossible to cure without seeing the client in question, I do hope you understand. I won't be able to do anything without us being in the same area. And I need to know what the hex is, in order to well cure it. Please, may I see the client?"

"Absolutely not!" Screams Mr. Malfoy.

My eyes widen as the sudden switch of violent behaviour was unexpected. Mr. Malfoy grabs a nearby vase, and throws it, something I was able to avoid. The vase was directed towards me, and if I hadn't reacted in time then I would've received nasty scars. I take a step back so that I was shielded behind the Professor -- and my companion of today.

"You take us for fools! My son said you were the best in the business, and I demand you work without seeing your client."

I didn't want to be here anymore but I kept on talking. "I apologise but it's impossible. I understand many hexes, and the cure behind them, but I need to see the client so that I can relieve them of this misery."

My face was slightly hidden by myself lowering my gaze. I didn't want the person to see that I wasn't dealing with this very well.

Mrs. Malfoy dragged her husband, over to the side, and talked quietly to him. "Sweetheart, please don't take this out on the poor girl. She's only trying to help us relieve the misery from our son's hex."

Mr. Malfoy took a moment to calm his anger, processing the words of his wife, and coming to a conclusion. "Very well. Draco... do you wish to reveal your hex?"

"Just... no one laugh... okay."

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Draco Malfoy was no longer the blonde boy in suits. This was someone entirely different and it was someone who I have met from the past.

He was unfortunately turned into a Weasley ancestor: Septimus Weasley. The husband, and man, who got Cedrella Black, disowned form the Noble House of Black for life.

These are the shared ancestors from a good distance. Although, I was in relation, to Sepitmus Weasley there was no clear lineage from the Malfoy name to the Weasley.

Draco Malfoy and I were not related and there was no connection to our surnames. It was why our title, was taken out of the pureblood family line, and heavily disliked by those families.

I was going to have to come up with a solution and fast. Though, for now, my lies would only get me so far ahead.

"I know how to fix your problem but it will take a week."

"Very well, if you fail to cure my son, you will be sorry that you didn't fix it."

I bit my tongue knowing not to make any smart comments.

Was it a threat? Yes.

I didn't want to find out what was going to happen to me; all I hoped for, was to be the reason that this boy was blonde again.