Franki had not come to the Garden of Solace in a long time. It was not an appropriate place for a daughter of a Death Eater, honestly, and it was even worse that she was a Malfoy. The girl with the least to lose and most to prove never seemed to be able to put herself in the right situations. She couldn't help it. All of the places that had some sort of intrigue for her were the places that looked the most damning for her to visit.
The daughter of a Death Eater, paying penance for those who fell in battle.
She was wearing her favorite sunglasses and shoes to compliment the sweater she had pulled on to protect her from the cold. She had chosen a small bench nearest a garden of white roses. The girl watched, jiggling her legs as she brought a finger to her mouth to chew on her fingernail. It was as though she were waiting for something. But what? She thought the question to herself, expecting the answer to be elusive. It wasn't.
Anything. I'm waiting for anything.
She sighed, flopping back on the bench and curling up on it, staring at the cloudy, sun-stained sky. What had she to occupy herself? Fawning over Gisele's love life? Helping Rudy with his experiments? What did she have, that was her own. It felt as though she were living her life secondhand. And she was getting restless, damn it.
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