She picks up the box of crayons off the tiny table and throws them at him, hitting him square in the forehead. His jaw drops at the shock and tears well up in his eyes. He picks up the box, opens it and starts to break each crayon in half. Her hair slowly turns red, and her face flushes pink with anger. Shes disgusted.
"Mommy!" she screeches as loud as she can, her high voice cracking slightly. A second later, the back door slams open, and a blonde, tall, thin woman, about 26 years old, comes running through the garden to where the two four year olds are. When she reached them, she glanced between her seething daughter, Zaya Glass and her daughters smug enemy, Draco Malfoy.
"Zaya, honey, what happened?" Zaya's mother's hair began to fade to a grey-tinted blue, due to worry.
"H - He d- " the little girl stuttered, and pointed a trembling finger at Draco "I hate him! I want to go home!" She shrieked.
"Okay, okay." her mother laughed nervously and bent down to pick up the little girl with blood red hair and rosy red cheeks and then told Draco he should probably come inside. The little boy nodded, a small smile on his face and started walking ahead of Zaya and her mother with a stride a four year old should not posses yet.
"Mommy?" he said quietly when they got inside, poking his head around the door frame into the sitting room. A young woman with corn silk blonde hair, and calming blue eyes peered over and smiled softly at her son; "Hello, sweetie." she cooed.
"Zaya and Alice are leaving now." he squeaked proudly and walked over to his mother, away from Zaya.
"Oh?" Narcissa looked at Alice and raised a delicate eyebrow, "Why is that?"
"Zaya and Draco got into a fight." she answered, exasperated.
"Again? You've only been here for a half and hour." Narcissa's eyes widened slightly. Smiling apologetically, Alice tightened her arms around Zaya and walked away, making her way to the edge of the wards around the Malfoy Manor so she could apparate home.