There’s Magic in Learning! 🪄

‼️🚨 Bluesky is having another meltdown after the U.S. Department of Education posted about Malfoid. 🪄✨💚 #Malfoy #Malfoid #Yearning

There’s Magic in Learning! 🪄

Dracaena is ten years old. She is occupied with the opening of her birthday gifts and has required that I remain to observe each one in turn. Earlier I confessed to her that I had once wished for a son. The admission did not appear to trouble her. I did not lie. My regard for the girl is genuine, and the fact of it continues to surprise me. On the day of her birth I was told a daughter had been delivered. The disappointment was sharp. It was as nothing, however, beside the anger I felt when I first looked into the child's green eyes. For some months I considered what was to be done. At length I summoned Severus to the manor under the pretext that he would stand as her godfather. He accepted, and with an uncharacteristic readiness. I required him to test her blood against my own and Narcissa's. He assured me, after the examination, that she was indeed a Malfoy. The eyes, he said, were a minor genetic curiosity, most probably from the Black line. I was not satisfied. As the years passed I observed her more closely. One dreary afternoon I turned to the old family records. Among them were photographs of my mother as a small child. The resemblance was exact, save for the eyes. I dismissed the elf who had been assisting me. I would not have him see my face after such a revelation. I resemble my father and grandfather only in part. Dracaena is my mother reborn. I had maintained the appearance of acceptance. The photographs altered the matter. Each year since, I have had her likeness taken so that the comparison might be made. I do not speak of my mother. Such attachments are weaknesses others may exploit. I never told her what she was to me before she died. The child looks up at me with that face, and I find myself at a loss. In these last years I have felt... content. I catch myself hoping the days will not change, that they might remain as fixed as the photographs of my mother and of Dracaena. My Lord left me only a single order concerning a diary. I shall carry it out when the opportunity is suitable, and otherwise attend my ordinary affairs. There is no advantage in further children. One confirmed heir is sufficient; more would only invite later disputes over the name and the estate. Nothing further is required, save that my daughter may one day use her charm to keep a certain asset close to the family, should the need arise... #Malfoid

"From the Crabbe and Goyle families, was it? Father said you two shall serve me during my time at Hogwarts, yet you look utterly miserable. Is it because I'm a girl? Idiots. Very well, from now on, you may address me as 'Draco.' A name to remind you I am your boss from now on." Dracaena Malfoy's first meeting with Vincent Crabbe and Gregory Goyle. #Malfoid

"I must confess a shameful folly, my dear. In my arrogance, I wished for a son named Draco, and thus neglected you in the months following your birth--until one day your gaze struck me. Those brilliant green eyes commanded my attention. I have known only devotion for you since." #Malfoid