A ten-year-old Draco Malfoy and his friend (who had just turned ten) Adrastea Windsor were sitting at a small table, eating some of Adrastea's birthday cake that Mrs. Malfoy and Mrs. Windsor had made. The cake was chocolate, covered in white chocolate and strawberries (which was both Adrastea and Draco's favourite cake by far).
Draco looked up from his empty plate, to discover that his friend hadn't even touched her birthday cake, which was strange to say the least.
"What's the matter, Addie? You haven't even touched your slice of birthday cake! Whatever is bothering you, you can tell me!" Draco said to her, using the nickname he gave her when they were just four years old.
Addie looked up from her untouched cake; her normally happy ice blue eyes were looking very sad and upset.
"You promise you won't shout, D?" she asked Draco, using his nickname. He nodded his head.
"Well, this morning, just before I came here, mother and father came to tell me something very important. They told me that we were moving to France, so I could go to Beauxbatons Academy, just like my mother." She explained.
It took very few seconds for the realisation to set in for Draco. His eyes looked like they were about to burst from their sockets and his hands were balled up into fists.
"But…I thought we were going to go to Hogwarts together!" Draco said when he had stopped steaming (figuratively).
"I know, that's what I thought, too. But I can't do anything about what mother and father have decided. They also told me that we are leaving tomorrow, so today is the last day I have left with you, for a while."
And with that exclamation, Adrastea burst into tears. Draco walked over to his best friend and gave her a comforting hug. They stayed like that until the next morning, when Adrastea's parents came to take her away to France.