Today the weather was fine and the sun shone brightly, yet the Sisyphus family home was far from its usual quiet. Heads of various branch families and other prominent figures arrived one after another through the fireplaces, making their way to the main estate hidden high in the mountains.
This was a private family meeting, drawing members from near and far, but all of this seemed to have nothing whatsoever to do with the family's future heir.
The future head of the house sat on a garden swing, her silver-white hair cascading down to her waist and shimmering in the sunlight. Her slender, pale fingertips carefully tended to her mother's favorite roses. A long blue skirt covered her ankles, and her feet were crossed. Kreacher stood nearby, ready to wait on her at a moment's notice. Despite her nonchalant posture, her movements as she tended to the flowers were filled with a tender care that clashed with her lazy demeanor.
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