Abraxas Rosethorn snatched the book from view and tossed it onto the side table. Maeve frowned up at her cousin. His bright blonde hair styled neatly back, his emerald lined black blazer and pants pressed with perfect seams. Abraxas had a pale boyish face, bright blue eyes, like all the Rosethorn’s, and the confidence of someone far beyond his years. Spinel stretched in his sleep in her lap, curling his paws tightly across his face.
Malfoy?????
