Nashira sighed as her father began yelling at Lucius again. They did this every day, but nothing would change. Nashira went back to brushing her black locks. After 100 brushes, she set down her brush and went downstairs, where Lucius and her father were pretending each other didn't exist. Nothing new there. Abraxas looked up and said, "I hope you're ready to go to Hogwarts.
"Yes, Father, but--"
"Remember, no consorting with mudbloods. You are a pureblood, and as such, they are beneath you. Do you understand?"
Yes, Father, but--"
"And remember, you have to get into Slytherin. No other house is tolerable."
"Yes, Father, but--"
"Good, then let us go and get you a wand, an owl, some robes, and the books for your classes."
Nashira sighed. This would be her world. Their father expected nothing less than perfection from his children. He would never listen to them. Sighing again, Nashira got up again and went to the fireplace. When it was Nashira's turn, she grabbed some dust, threw it on the ground and said, "Diagon Alley!" With a flash of green fire, she was gone.
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