Family Means Keeping Secrets || Self Para
Mathilde and Alistair Centure spent their summers the same way they did every other season, at work. Well, her father did, he was always busy being the Supreme Mugwump. Alistair was constantly making decisions and whatever else was a part of being the head of the International Confederation of Wizards. Her mother on the other hand couldn’t be bothered to work. Instead, she spent her time traveling the world and buying the most expensive things she could find. Though Malia wasn’t sure, she was almost positive that most of the time she spent it with different men.
Since she was little most of the time she was only accompanied by nannies or house elves, making sure she was happy and had anything she wanted. Most of the time she was left alone, her only company being the toys her parents would buy for her.
This summer wasn’t much different than the last ones. Rozalie had only stayed with her for a short time before she ran off to who knows where. Malia would make sure she regretted that once school started. Until then though, she would just spend her summertime like she usually does, alone. Well, that is until the egg hatches.
The black egg was close to hatching, it had to be considering she has had it for a few months now. Her room was filled with every dragon book she could get her hands on, so that was all of them. She was confident that she would be able to raise it on her own since she hasn’t ever needed to rely on anyone else ever before in her life.
Midway through the summer though, her parents came home. To say Malia was confused was an understatement, she couldn’t put together why they were home, especially together. She was sitting in her room at her desk doing some online shopping when there was a knock at her door. Opening she looked down at a timid house elf and rolled her eyes.
“Miss… Your parents would like to have dinner with you…” The elf informed her, the girl just groaned.
“M’kay.” Malia replied before turning her back and shutting her door. Great, she thought to herself. Now I have to spend an hour with them. At that time it was only two o-clock, so she figured she would spend the next three hours either shopping or doing egg research.
*5:00*
“Sweetheart, you look lovely as usual.” Her mother cooed, sounding sweeter than usual.
“Only the best for you,” Malia replied, walking over she kissed her mother on the cheek before moving onto her father who was sitting at the head of the table, as usual. Though it’s never been spoken, the Centures definitely had their own assigned seats. Malia was always the first seat on the left, her mom on the right, and her father at the head of the table. The rest of the table consisted of about twenty other seats, used only during dinner parties.
“Malia, how has your summer been? Have you been busy preparing for your final year?” Alistair asked his daughter. She knew he was only asking out of courtesy as their meal began to be served. The girl nodded her head respectively. “Good, because your mother and I have some news for you.” Malia hardly looked up from her meal, the last time this happened it was just to tell her that some grandparent she had only met once had passed. Whatever it was couldn’t be too important.
“You’re going to be a big sister!” Her mother squealed. Malia choked on her food. It had to of been a mistake, her parents hardly shared a meal together, let alone a bed. The child must have been some bastard kid with a different father. “I’m due in February, isn’t this exciting!” Mathilde smiled, laying her left hand across her stomach. Looking over at her father the girl wasn’t surprised with what she saw. The dull expression in his eyes was something she had gotten used to seeing, and as the man continued to eat his meal she knew that he also believed inevitable truth.
There was no way the child was his. But there was also no way anyone not at that table was gonna find out. Not when the couple has worked so hard to make their marriage seem like the perfect one to the media.
