Celestia Eleanor Young is the newest generation of the Pure-blood Young family of Singapore. The Young Clan has the power of a monarchy and the wealth of a first-world country.
Not only does she have to prove herself to her family that she's capable...
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Breakfast starts off with our sneers and gossips about Pratty Parkinson's ridiculous behavior. As usual, she continues her endless pursue of any wealthy Slytherin heir she lays her eyes on; first or seventh year, she does not care. Her victim-of-the-day is Theodore Nott, who could not look more dismissive and vexed with her endless prattles. Sadly, Draco, Vince, and Greg had become among her cohort of victims. As for Blaise, he is still safe, though he and I both know as to why she chooses to ignore and avoid courting him.
Mail arrives, interrupting our slanders of the pug-faced girl. Whereas the others have owls as deliverers, I have a majestic phoenix. Helios swoops down and drops a letter into my hand and a quite heavy-looking package onto the table, which were both from dearest Mum. I cut a few grapes into halves and place them in a plate for him to eat. He cheerfully chirps a quiet song while he enjoys the tiny fruits, then soars up into the air to practice his flying.
From the Gryffindor table, roared a Howler from Weasley's mother. The entire Slytherin table bursts out laughing and pointing fingers at the poor boy, who's embarrassment on his face flushed the same red as his hair.
I open my letter, which contains a paragraph of traditional Chinese characters. Mum only writes in the language that most people here cannot read in when it's something she would prefer for them not to know.
I've been informed of who your Defence Against the Dark Arts Professor would be. I have filed a complaint regarding the staff choice, however as we know, our word means nothing to Hogwarts. Therefore, do what you all must with these books.
— ℰ𝓁𝑒𝒶𝓃𝑜𝓇 𝒮𝓊𝓃𝑔-𝒴𝑜𝓊𝓃𝑔
A devilish snake-like smirk spreads across my face as I rip open the package. Being the best mother one could ever wish for, she has sent us six copies of Teacher's Edition of D.A.D.A. As true as a Young could ever be, she has already predicted that Lockhart would be the most irresponsible and least productive professor that this school has ever hired, and as did I. I am not my Mother's Daughter for nothing.
I translate to my friends of Missus Young's letter and gift for us, to which they all displayed matching snake-like smirks that we Slytherins are notoriously known for promising trouble.
"Mummy Eleanor is now the mother of all of us." Blaise announces sitting across from me, gladly accepting the book into his hands. We all chuckle at his statement.
"Shall we burn the copy we stole?" Draco leans in and whispers from beside me. Truthfully, these books provided by Mum are in perfect condition, unlike the slightly tattered book that is now missing a page.
