Through Heart Shaped Glasses -Draco

[Isolde lisette Flint]

This was it. Isolde had really needed to seek out some sort of help and advise from someone much more her senior. More like someone who understands what she is going through. Writing an owl to her mother would take forever or so it had seemed. If she had sent it out tonight, she would be sure to get her own mothers response about a week or so down the line. It was more like a shame. Her own mother and yet she wastes time sending a simple letter her way. What happened to the mother daughter connection the two had once shared? Could it have been because Isolde happened to be so distant from both her parents not being able to open up to them about her relationship problems? Quite the possibility. She was honestly sick and tried of hearing them boast and push her into relationships with men she hardly knew. Like for example, one of her fathers friends. Almost twice her age and a little too weary for her taste.

Pulling her hair to the side, Isolde took a whole different turn instead of heading to the common room. Perhaps she could seek the attention and help from none other than her godfather. Draco Malfoy. It was more mind easing knowing that he had been in the school now. Scorpius was also a rather big help to her, but she too needed a father figure. Marcus had been failing at that allot lately.; Taking in a deep breath, she quickly scurried down the hall finding herself only a few feet from the potions classroom. Hopefully he had been there. She couldn't bare one more night of having all the stress becoming a burden on her mind. - Knocking a few times on the hard oak door, she stood there silently, awaiting a voice to meet her or the door to open. Her heart began to rape at her chest as she took a couple steps back. The sound of footsteps had been somewhat visible, but she hadn't been to sure.

Leaning her head in just a smidgen, Isolde raised her hand along in the process. Her eye focusing on nothing but the cold cement ground. "Professor. It's me." Isolde spoke loudly, but just enough so that only half of the hall could hear her. The last thing she had wanted was for the rest of her house to find out what had been going on in that corrupted mind of hers. But could you blame her? Have you not seen that parents that had brought her into this world? Both her mother and father were lovely people, and carried a heart of gold. But getting on their bad side was something she had ritually avoided. Even when they had been on a rampage about work, mudbloods, and the entire population of deatheaters. "It's Isolde." Stepping a little closer to the door, Isolde stepped out of the light. Just enough so no one else could see her.

[DRACO ABRAXAS MALFOY]

His book closed with a loud "thunk", followed by the swish of robes as he stood. Draco's brow was furrowed and his eyes bore holes into the volume's title. Apparantly it was supposed to teach him how to become a better professor, but Draco couldn't believe the utter bullshit it was suggesting. Respect your students? Treat them as equals? What in Merlin's beard were these new age morons thinking?! That was one of the best ways for a classroom to get completely out of control. Draco shook his head in disgust and tossed the volume on the table, where it skidded halfway across. Nonsense and rubbish.

Now, his mind taken off of the reading material he'd been given by another professor who thought he could learn some things from it, Draco walked over to where his tea and lunch sat. He had sent out for finger sandwiches from a bakery in Hogsmeade he enjoyed, sending the order and money in an envelope wiht an owl, who returned with a large box of the delicacies. He picked one up, with turkey and swiss, and popped it into his mouth, enjoying the taste of something definitely not from Hogwarts. Not that the food was bad, of course -- it was some of the finest cuisine Draco had found. It just got dull after a while was all.

A knocking on the door interrupted his munching.

He slowly walked across the floor, taking his time. He didn't really feel like opening the door and finding the other professor waiting there, ready to talk about how wonderful the techniques in the book were. He also didn't want her to notice his casual attire -- a white t-shirt underneath a blue sweater on khaki slacks. He wasn't taking her advice to "loosen up" in the least. He simply wanted to enjoy the day off that he had today, and not have to worry about all of the robes and formal attire he usually donned getting in the way of his movement.

Upon hearing a voice he knew well, Draco grinned and walked faster, opening the door. He immediately dropped the happy face and furrowed his brow once more, narrowing his eyes. "Come in." He said simply, turning around and waving his wand at the sandwiches and tea. They sat themselves on the table he had set up by the window on the left, which was magically set to look out over the country side and pastures of Malfoy Manor, showing horses grazing and birds flying about. It was good to let in some natural light every once and a while.

He sat down, gesturing to the seat opposite him. "Help yourself, sweetheart," He said, leaning forward with his head resting on steepled fingers. "What's wrong?" The question was blunt and straight to the point. He could tell by the look on her face that something was definitely out of place. He'd known her since she was just a baby, and saw her as one of his own.

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notes: hope this is okay <3

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