Draco Malfoy scowled as he glared around the airport in disdain, his foot tapping impatiently. He hadn't been allowed to bring an elf on this little escapade, because the wizards of the United States were burrowed deeper in their society. His father had, however, allowed his mother to assign him a butler and a driver, both of which were currently trying to figure how to WORK A DAMN CAR!
A snarl worked its way onto his face when they finally pulled up, both of them looking ashamed due to their fiasco with an American car. American muggles were supposed to be idiotic, simple creatures, so how did two highly renowned wizards not know how to work one!
He finally pulled out of his thoughts to see the butler of the duo taking his suitcases and piling them in the trunk. Draco grimaced before reaching forward to grip the door handle and pull it open. He was stepping in when a boy probably a year or so ahead of him and quite a few inches taller than him, BOUNCED up to the rented car. There was no other way to describe the way he was so energetic in his actions.
"Hey, guys! Did you get the hang of it?" The boy's voice was excited and breathless as the driver stared at him in awe.
The butler leaned over Draco's shoulder, whispering into his ear, "Young Master, this boy assisted Edward in gaining bearing with the American automobile. However, that was in a parking lot that took us about five minutes to reach *by car* and apparently he ran from there, right behind us. My lord, you wouldn't happen to know if it's normal for such things to occur, would you?"
Draco scoffed. Yes, just what he needed, a butler who had no clue what was normal and what wasn't in America.
"Hi! I'm Calvin, what's your name?"
The sudden appearance of a hand in front of his face made Draco scowl even more deeply. Did muggles here possess absolutely NO manners? Nonetheless, Draco smirked haughtily and shook the hand reluctantly, smoothly responding, "Draco Malfoy."
A light of slight familiarity appeared in the muggle's eyes, but it vanished quickly. "Awesome! You have a cool accent, too! So where are you guys headed?"
Draco scowled, remembering what his father had said. "Green Brook, Nevada." Some tiny, miniscule town probably no one had ever heard of and they'd take forever to get to because of having no one to give them directions.
The grin on the face of the muggle, Calvin, grew wider. "No way! That's where I'm from!" He gripped Draco's shoulder. "If you guys need help getting there, I'm on my way now!"
Draco felt something sink to the pit of his stomach. 'I'll never be rid of him...'
(A/N): Major challenge accepted-ness.
