Birthday preparations.

Anastasia's POV.

"Oh great, meet my personal maid, Anastasia Morbelle." Sirius rambled. My steps faltered and I almost fell over. Oh shit, why would he do that?

"Anastasia?" Uncle Duncan's voice reached my ears. Despite being addressed, I kept my head lowered. I swear on the Moon Goddess, I will kill Sirius for this.

"Ah, yes. You must be familiar with her. If I am not mistaken, she is your niece," Sirius spoke once more. Without a word, I made my way to the table to set down the tray of goblets.

Turning slightly towards his direction, I tried to signal to him to stop talking. But it was either he didn't notice me or he did but chose to ignore.

"I must have..." Uncle Duncan said with his voice trailing off. What does he mean by he must have. Does he want to deny any knowledge of his neice? Was I that worthless?

"Oh father, isn't she uncle Draco's daughter?" That was Lillian. I pressed a goblet harder and it cracked. You don't get to say my father's name you insect.

"Oh yes, she's my