Malfoy: Ingrid's Prescription At Hogwarts

This time it was Ingrid's turn to chortle at her boyfriend's choice of words but the abstracted look beneath her eyes led Draco to believe she was anything but jubilant. Interrogating Ingrid on her behaviour would prove incredibly futile; he was the reason for her brooding demeanour and she was his.

If someone had informed Ingrid at the dawn of her career at Hogwarts that in six brief years she would be violating curfew to join Draco Malfoy on late excursions, she might have snorted in incredulity. The surname Malfoy was frequently shared in murmurs throughout the corridors of the cavernous castle, many of its denizens familiar with the notorious clan.

The Malfoys were presumably one of the sole pureblood families remaining within

the wizarding world as they believed only those of absolute magical descent should comprise their lineage. Lucius Malfoy, Draco's father, had advised the young boy that he shouldn't squander his time with other adolescents lacking magical oddities. Draco rapidly raked in his fathers incessant lectures and gradually unearthed an enigmatic resentment for those who were not conceived by a pair of magical parents.

Ingrid's infancy was considerably conventional in contrast to Draco's astringent juvenility.Unlike Draco, who had been exposed to the tumult of the wizarding world directly following his birth, Ingrid held no signs of awareness of his realm until her eleventh birthday for that date marked the arrival of her letter to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Both her mother and father were dentists in the muggle world and were thoroughly flummoxed to find an owl avidly hooting at their kitchen window, a narrow piece of parchment enclosed securely betwixt its talons. Eagerly, Ingrid anticipated the start of term on the first of September where she would ultimately be unveiled to the striking universe of spell-casting and potion brewing.