After all this time.|Closed
Two seven year old children were running down a corridor of and old and gloomy looking house, pretending they had a magical duel. Due to heavy rain they couldn’t go outside and play in their favourite spot by the river so they had to find something to do indoors. Little Wanda was laughing as she hid behind a statue of Loki’s grandfather, laying a trap for him. Or at least failing at doing so in adorable fashion. If one was careful enough observer, they could notice a small, silver friendship necklace around girl’s neck.
Their fathers looked at them with content smiles on their faces. Their children adored each other and loved spending time together. If everything went well, they’d make a beautiful couple later in life. But what’s more important, pure in bloodline and very powerful.
Wanda smiled sadly when she remembered that moment. They meant to be forever yet now they hardly ever talked. She knew that Loki, deep down his heart wasn’t a bad person. Or at least not worse than his colleagues from Slytherin. But there was something in a way he acted, so full of himself and copying his father’s behaviour, that Wanda found repelling. Her own father, Erik, still adored the boy and still hoped that his daughter would warm up to him again. He saw him a perfect son in law to be. Not because of any traits of his character, no. But because of his long and pure bloodline, that was perfect to mix with his own. And because of hope that maybe he’d be able to influence this disgrace of a daughter that he had.
The young witch was wearing traditional black. Earlier she tried to sneak a dress with Gryphindor crest on it, but Erik forced her to change. They were about to host very important people and her father would be dammed if he let this insolent girl ruin his moment.
“Welcome to the house of M” Wanda said as coldly and haughtily as she possibly could, welcoming the first guests. She was forced to attend this dinner because the dark lord her father served, insisted on meeting her. But there was no way in hell to force her to be nice for all of those horrible people.
“Welcome,” she said surprisingly quietly when her gaze met the emerald of Loki’s eyes. Too bad he was so alike his demented father. Too bad.
