There was a dark hush throughout the entire Malfoy Manor. Even in the mid-morning the house seemed dead like the night. Aimee Theroux sat in her newly acquired room, glancing at her reflection in a large mirror. Everything in her life had turned upside down in the past few weeks, and she was left stranded in a family friend's home. Aimee was out of Hogwarts by now, and at the ripe age of nineteen she was avoiding University. She didn't want to go to another boarding school with more homework and annoying professors. Before her parents had perished they had insisted upon her at least learning some subjects, even if it wasn't at formal schooling. They hired tutors for potions, transfiguration, dark arts, and even practical subjects were covered - like French and arithmetic. After trouble with a few teachers, her parents decided one tutor could cover most magical subjects, and that was her dark arts 'professor', Lucius Malfoy.
Plans had already been made out for her to stay at the Manor two days a week for a year or so, but that was before her parents were caught in a massacre between a group of Death Eaters and muggleborns. After the dreadful experience she had been moved permanently to the Manor, or at least moved there until she was mature enough to live on her own. And that was fine with Aimee, as it was much better than living with her grandparents or having to buy her own apartment. Besides, it meant she got to spend even more time with her new favorite person - Lucius.
The young lady sat at her vanity, twisting a bit of hair between her fingers. The dark locks fell down to her mid back in soft curls, wisping around her face to form a rather elegant frame. Her blue eyes were light and appeared rather like marble. With a sigh Aimee stood up and began placing her feet inside a new pair of heels - courtesy of the money left behind by her parents. They looked as if they belonged in the Victorian era, with patent black leather held down by artisan crafted laces. The rest of her outfit was a bit cliche of a past time as well. A skirt that fell just below her knees had ruffles and lace covering it, all of which were of a dark shade. A white button up shirt covered her upper portions, though she left a few buttons undone to uncover the tops of her breasts. After she had put on her four inch heels the girl grabbed a small satchel and headed towards Lucius Malfoy's study.
Aimee herself was rather short, only an inch or two above five foot, so she always wore heels to feel adequate. A clicking noise echoed off the stone walls as she walked, until eventually she came to a large wooden door with intricate carvings cut into it. With a deep breath Aimee put a smirk on her face, and knocked on the door.<|im_end|>
Lucius sat at his oak desk, going over his various plots. The world would soon be his lord's world, if all went according to plan. But there were various smaller details to attend to. Such as the newly acquired girl. Aimee. He would make her his protege.
He stood up, inspecting himself in the mirror. Donning all black as usual, he saw his lean form in as good a shape as ever. His brilliant blonde hair hurt to look at in the sun. His cold gray eyes gave no ground to those who were not greater. Even to them, they remained cunning. His mouth, a cruel crescent, tight-lipped and strict.
He cocked an eyebrow when he heard the knock. Opening the door with military sharpness, he was shocked to see Aimee, looking like the epitome of womanly beauty. She was dressed as a virile young lady, the image of womanhood.
"Right," he said, "time to begin the lessons. Pay attention..."<|im_end|>