#her snowflake and tulle dress was fun to paint

[reliand]

Draco Malfoy and the House of Black || Ch.9 Heart of Winter by Starbrigid

excerpt from book 3 of Starbrigid’s The Mirror of Ecidyrue series

She was in many wispy layers of luminous snow-white tulle, her dress robes seeming to conjure the sparkle of sunlight over fresh ice with every step. With her long pale hair arranged around her face in a braided crown, she looked every inch what she was meant to be, as they were announced as Draco Lucius Malfoy, Heir to House Malfoy of the Sacred Twenty-Eight, and his companion, his cousin Luna Elizabeth Lovegood. Luna was speechless for once at the sight below, and in truth, he could hardly blame her. He had never thought he would see the Manor in such a state of glory again as long as he lived, not since the day it became Voldemort's own.

It was snowing inside the ballroom, not a centimeter of any surface not turned to one of a million different iridescent shades of white and silver and ice-blue, a winter wonderland untainted by more overt festive trappings of red or green.

My take on Luna’s Heart of Winter gala attire. The dress provided by Narcissa, and the turquoise necklace that Draco made her. I love this series so much, I can’t stop drawing for it.

This is part of an ongoing series of drawings I’m doing for the fic, which are linked below:

Book 1 || Book 4

[everly-kindred]

Eve’s Diary - Entry #82

Date: 14th of November, 2027

Dear Diary, 

Things in the castle have gotten kind of crazy. Apparently there was something about Lars, the Durmstrang champion, being attacked by his Deputy Headmistress, and people are saying it was an unforgivable curse? So… the cruciatus curse, I guess, and now she’s gone and there were explosions and stuff and aurors in the school when they came to get her? I should probably try to find Lars and make sure he’s alright. I wouldn’t mind doing something for all the Durmstrang students, actually. They’re probably having a weird time right now.

And then today, just a little bit ago, there was this LOUD noise that came from the forbidden forest. It was like a clap of thunder that could rattle all the windows in the castle, even the underwater ones in the dungeons! It was insane, and it honestly frightened me. I ended up dropping the teacup I was holding and it shattered at my feet, which was embarrassing. I’ve been hiding in the dorms, and I haven’t heard anything else since… I should probably go out to the commons and see if anything has happened, but I’m a bit scared to. 

It’s so strange, too, because I don’t think we get thunderstorms this time of year? And speaking of weather, it was insanely foggy today, and then it started pouring down rain in the middle of Vikander’s class. So I guess it could’ve been thunder… maybe just thunder that struck right near the Hufflepuff common room? 

Anyways, aside from all that craziness, there’s a few fun things going on. First, mum sent me a dress to wear for the yule ball. It’s this sort of dusty blue… Can dusty be used to describe blues? Or only pinks? Anyways it’s this sort of faded blue with a hint of grey. It’s nice and long, and it has a layer of satin on the inside and tulle on the outside, and then the top is all this beaded lace. 

It’s even prettier than the dress I wore last year! I think I’m going to opt for comfort for the yule ball, though, and wear a pretty cosy sweater with it and maybe some trainers. The skirt is long enough that no one would see. But like… nice trainers. Not gross ugly ones. And then Dad sent me a little snowflake necklace and ring to wear with it. I’m very excited! I have absolutely no idea what I’ll do with my hair, though.

Speaking of my hair, I had a friend use the hair spell on me to make my hair black. I did have it go red for a few months there, but I just… felt like I liked the black. I just wish I had vivid green eyes to go with the black hair. I’m so jealous of green eyes. There’s this fourth year Slytherin that I’ve probably mentioned before, Abigail, and she has the prettiest green eyes. So does Ressy… and Talula. 

All my friends have green eyes! Well, except for Marigold. Her eyes are blue. Ruby, too. Come to think of it, I’m not sure if I’m friends with anyone who has grey or brown eyes. I adore brown eyes, especially the ones that are honey coloured and look like gold amber in the sunlight. Actually, I think Bobby has brown eyes. I need to pay more attention to these things.

Anyways, on the topic of yule, I’ve decided that I’m throwing a Death Day party again for all of the ghosts of the castle, like I did last year. I missed Esper’s party, and his was just for one specific ghost. And I’m going to do it on Yule, which is December 21st. Which means I need to ask my mum and dad if it’s okay for me to stay at the castle for holiday this year. 

Admittedly, I am very homesick, and I miss my parents so much. But with the Triwizard Tournament, the idea of being in the castle, class free, with the Durmstrang and Beauxbatons students is too exciting to pass up! 

And the other cool thing that’s happened is I was helping tidy up the library, (I may have spilled paint on one of the books and had to clean everything… everything, as a result) and I was on this ladder dusting the top of this shelf. On the shelf I found this old little diary that must’ve been up there for years, because it was caked in dust, and it’s definitely old. I haven’t had a chance to read it beyond looking to see the last entry was from 1990. It has a bunch of loose papers and it’s all bound up with a strip of leather and cloth, so I’ll have to be careful when I’m reading it. 

As for tonight? I hung out in the kitchens with Marigold and this other Hufflepuff named Siren. Marigold was making these things… I don’t remember what they’re called, but they reminded me of those doughnuts that are filled with jam, and she said she was making it because there are some Jewish students of our guests, and she wants to show them that their celebrations are also… being celebrated! Not just Christmas. 

So I told her that I’d recently found out my grandfather was Jewish (by choice rather than blood apparently, according to my mum) and that my great grandparents were immigrants from Poland who were escaping one of the Muggle World Wars. I told her about how they stripped themselves of their Jewish heritage and became devout Christians. And then about how my grandma on my mum’s side is pretty okay with magic because she loves gnomes and because of my grandpa, but on my dad’s side, my grandparents were very much against magic. 

I talked about how I didn’t really know my dad’s dad and how my grandpa on my mums side passed recently, and then I went on this whole rant about something I’ve been thinking about a lot since he died. That… Everything is temporary. No matter how much we love it and want it to be permanent. So we shouldn’t take anything for granted. And that it isn’t a bad thing, because loving those things and people and those memories makes it worth it. It’s the reason why it… matters? The temporary… nature of it is the reason why it’s so… beautiful? 

It’s a weird thing to come to terms with, and it’s a hard thing to let settle in. Like, I think about how there’s all this artwork and literature and music, so much that we’d never be able to experience it all in one lifetime, and that at some point or another, it’ll vanish. I mean, if muggle scientists are right about the earth getting eaten by the sun and all that.

And that there is all these creations people make that could be forgotten. People that are forgotten. There’s that phrase that we all die twice, that we die and then we die again the very last time we are ever thought of. And it breaks my heart. I have such a hard time letting go of things. I’m very “sentimental” apparently, according to my mum, so I cling to objects and I cling to people. I can’t let go. But I’m doing my best to try. And to just… Be grateful that it happened. That I was there. I experienced it, and it’s in my memories. I’m really glad we can store memories, too, because one of my biggest fears is losing them.

We have to make the most of the time we have. We have to live our life to the fullest potential and happiness that we can.

That was more of a rant than I really meant to do, but I guess I’m in a chatty mood. Anyways, I haven’t been sleeping good lately, so I’m going to go to bed. 

Much love, Everly

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