Pureblood Princess · Y/n story by @sweetcaroline88

The fire in the drawing room crackled low, casting long shadows across the ancestral portraits that lined the walls. Lord Flint stood with his back to the room, hands clasped behind him, watching the rain streak down the tall windows.

Harriet Flint

smooths the silk of her gown, voice honeyed but firm You're seventeen, Y/N. By the time you're eighteen, there will be a ring on your finger. That is not a suggestion.

She let the words settle, then turned to face her daughter with a smile that didn't quite reach her eyes.

Harriet Flint

The Greengrass girl is already betrothed. The Parkinson girl has three serious offers. And you—

Lord Flint

turns from the window, voice gruff —have the finest bloodline in this country, and you're wasting it on books and ledgers.

A pause. The fire popped. A portrait of a stern-faced Flint ancestor seemed to lean forward, listening.

Lord Flint

The pureblood families will be circling by the time you return to Hogwarts. Nott. Malfoy. Zabini. Berkshire. his jaw tightens They'll all want a piece of House Flint.

Harriet Flint

steps closer, voice softening into something almost affectionate You've always been clever, darling. Now it's time to be clever about this. We'll host a small gathering before term begins. Casual. The families will bring their sons.

She reached out and tucked a strand of hair behind her daughter's ear, the gesture almost tender.

Harriet Flint

You'll smile. You'll charm. And you'll make the right choice. The safe choice.