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A journal. They gave me a f*cking journal. I’m a Malfoy, keeping journals is beneath me. Considering the position I’m in however I shall comply.
My position. What a joke. Everyone is out for my blood. I’m hiding from the world like a common Muggle. I hate it, but the choice between hiding and death is easy. I choose hiding.
With any luck, I may leave this godforsaken place soon. The Order, that band of blood traitors have given the few of us that are hiding a way out; a chance to restore our name. At least the young ones that is. I’m in that program and my best mate is too.
My best mate nowadays is Blaise Zabini. Greg and Vince died in the war. I thought they were too thick to die. Apparently I was mistaken. Something Malfoys rarely do either. And then we have Theo… well Theo has been a member of the Order since the beginning I suppose. His father would turn in his grave if he knew. At least that is what I can imagine.
But that’s besides the point. They offered us a way out of this mess in the way of a marriage. Marriage to an upstanding member of modern day society. Meaning they have to be in the Order, support the Order or be something high up in the Ministry or something. Marry the person you choose or we can arrange a marriage for you.
Me, marrying the girl of my choice? That is no option, sadly. I love Pansy, and since she is in the program too, she’s not available. I only hope for her that she doesn’t end up with a Weasley. I just can’t stand loosing what should belong to me to one of those redheads. There are just so many of them.
But since I always thought I’d marry Pansy, they are arranging my marriage. I’ll get to see my bride as soon as I lift up the veil on my wedding day. It makes me wonder what horrors shall await me from that day forwards. Weaselette? The Mudblood? Loony? I don’t think they’ll pair me with my cousin Nymphy. Who else do we have… Brown, Midgen, Bell. Bell would be nice. At least she likes Quidditch, but then again so does the Weasley brat.
It’s terribly annoying you know. Blaise is pacing up and down the other room in anticipation of a single owl. The guy wrote a letter to the only girl he ever loved, proposing to her in the letter. He liked her when we were back at Hogwarts. If he hadn’t liked her so much I would have thought that he was all gay. I guess he could do worse than her though. The Ravenclaw Patil is still quite intelligent and she liked him back then. I hope for his sake that she still does.
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Everyday that goes by I wait for a message from the Order. Surely they must inform me of my wedding day. Those low lives have remained quiet. I suppose no one wants to marry me. I can’t understand that. I’m the most handsome of the lot. And I’m the most intelligent too. Why don’t they want me out of their own free will? I’m a good catch, even if they are too stupid to see it.’
True, an owl came today. But it was not for me. Blaise got his answer. There will be a Padma Zabini-Patil soon. It feels strange. I can’t call her just Patil anymore then. I have to call her Padma. Ugh. I like Patil or Ravenclaw Patil so much better, but there is only one Patil left anyways. Our side killed the other. The one good Weasley there was did that. Too bad he’s dead now.
So did the marriage deals begins. The Order won the war. On both sides were deaths to be mourned. Former Death Eaters went into hiding. The Order offered them a way out. Marriage.
This RPG will start when it has enough characters to begin. For now we only have a Victoria Frobisher and a Theodore Nott…
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