The times when Franki was stuck in the dormitory with Amaris d'Eath were some of the few times her patience stretched to the point of near snapping. The two girls were all smiles and gossip, but there was danger in their eyes, barbs on their tongue. They had to be friends- they were purebloods, Dark Followers, and Slytherins. To hate one another was to hate oneself. So, the two had to smile and giggle and talk.
But a Malfoy could never truly care for a d'Eath. The d'Eaths had taken over their home, left them to fend for themselves. Malfoys were a disgrace, and d'Eaths were slowly but surely taking their place. Franki could only see her lost home, her family's disgrace when she looked at Amaris. So she tried not to look at her.
Franki was on her bed, painting her toenails, prattling on about how frustrating History of Magic was. She had exhausted the topic so she lapsed into silence. After awhile, she said, "I'm sure you heard, but my parents matched me up with your brother Daedalus. I hate this whole arranged marriage thing, don't you? But on the plus side, we might be sisters!" She shot Amaris a grin, deciding she would never go to any family functions if she and Daedalus were forced to marry.
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