It was Christmas and in the Lestrange tradition, it was being spent at a Malfoy party at their home. The fire was crackling and the guests were all chatting, so everything was a bit of a roar between the glasses clanking together and the single women laughing loudly so they drew more attention to himself.
But, Rabastan was happy as he walked through the door, holding his daughter in his arms. He smiled, placing a tender kiss on Romy's forehead and bounced her a bit as he walked further into the party. It was going to be difficult without Arielle around to help him, but she'd wanted to spend time with his own family.
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