“I didn’t get a letter from you.” Elizabeth played with a loose thread on her bed spread, avoiding her aunt’s gaze. How could she know about the letter? After all, it was just another mean prank pulled off by her so-called friends from her old school. Right?

           The boy grumbled. It was always like this. People were always gaping at his forehead, time after time. He was tired of the attention.


           “Well, you see, I don’t exactly need the incantations to do magic. I don’t need know the proper wand movements either. In fact, I don’t need the wand.”

            “Thanks,” he mumbled reminding himself that Malfoys never showed their gratitude. She replied with a smile and returned to her seat without a word. Not a moment to spare. Time was up.

              Draco turned around, looking at the Gryffindor section, and noticed that Elizabeth was waving her hands and screaming his name. He smiled at the thought of her cheering for him and waved back once she had started waving. He noticed Harry was doing the same. Stupid Scarhead thinks Elizabeth is cheering for him. Ha! Wait a moment. She’s calling his name too. Something’s wrong...

            “Elizabee, will ou ut wif nee?” Draco was out of breath and panting heavily.
 
            Elizabeth was puzzled. Complex. Confused. “Huh? Sorry, I didn’t catch that.”