I've always found it odd how time seems so huge in the moment, but in retrospect, it all seems like it flew by. I can only wish now, as a baby I only learned of last month is being forced out of me like watermelon that somehow got stuck in a balloon, that time would only fly by faster. I would say that I feel bad for the balloon, but screaming at the top of one's lungs often prevents conversation.
"Another push Mrs. Malfoy, she's almost here!" The nurse said, though it sounded almost as if she was willing the baby out, if only to stop my horrid screaming, even I didn't know I was capable of such a terrifying noise. But with a last screech and a final push, the pain subsided to a dull throb, and my child was taken away to be measured and cleaned and swaddled and brought back to me. And at last I held my baby, thinking how quickly that had all gone by.
Draco marched into the room with his brave face on, a face I had seen only once before when he was partnered with me for this project. He strutted past the nurses, but once he arrived to me and looked at the tiny being swaddled and in my arms, he seemed a bit lost for what to do or say. His puzzled, yet thoughtful expression lasted all the way from the hospital wing back to our classroom, and to where we would draw from a hat our new place of residence.
With one arm wrapped around my newborn, I reached my other arm deep into the curious purple bowl, one with multicolored pom-poms hanging off its base, which much make it very hard to set down. I shuffled my hand amid the little pieces of paper, until I found one that felt just right, and it emitted a little golden glow as I pulled it out. smiled up at us when I recited back to her what the slip of paper said, "Fixer-Upper Large Home".
"Oh you two are bound to have fun there! I must remind you though, you may not under any circumstances come to sleep in your rooms at Hogwarts, no matter how much you want to! Now, run along! You'll find your trunks have already been delivered!" She said all this with her vividly exaggerated facial expressions through her periwinkle cat-eye glasses, to the both of us, tired and nothing more.
The confused, yet thoughtful look dropped from Draco's face when we saw our new home. The house was located on the outskirts of the magical town, created specifically for Life Class, and it was a wreck. Old blue paint peeled off the sides, trash was rotting about the yard, the door was hanging off it's hinges and most all of the windows were creepily boarded up.