Lucius Malfoy was not a happy camper.
The five year old little pureblood wasn't all too thrilled about being dragged to this grown-up party. Not. At. All. He glared around petulantly at the adults, but they paid him no mind. Not even his own father, whom he was standing next to. He looked up at his father and scowled, but the older Malfoy didn't notice. He didn't realize that his son didn't want to be here. In fact, Lucius wanted to be at home, playing with his new puppy. But no, he had to come to this stupid thing where grown-ups stood around and talked or they danced. And not to fun, upbeat music either. They were waltzing. Lucius sneered. He hated waltzing.
Looking up at his father on his right, then at his mother on his left, Lucius realized neither was paying attention to him. He huffed, and decided to go off on his own. At least then he might find something to play with.
Slipping his hand away from his mother's, Lucius toddled through legs of people, not bothering to apologize as he went along. He was a Malfoy and Malfoy's didn't apologize. Finally, he saw two doors flung open, soft linen curtains fluttering in the breeze. Success! There was a balcony and that meant outdoors. And Lucius could get into all kinds of trouble when he was outside.
Hurrying faster now, he made it to the double doors and pushed one open, stepping outside. But he wasn't alone. There, sitting on the ground and playing with a bright red ball, was another little boy about his age. He had sandy brown hair that stuck up in various places, brown eyes and a serious look about him. Way too serious for a five year old. But Lucius barely looked at him- he wanted that ball.
Stepping forward, he decided the best thing to do would be to just… take it. So that's what he did. He reached down and grabbed the ball.
"Hey!" said the other kid, jumping up and scowling at him. "That's mine! Give it back!"
"No," Lucius said simply, throwing the ball up and catching it. "It's mine now."
"No it's not, you just took it!" The other boy stomped his foot, looking mad.
Lucius gave him the haughty look his father had taught him, saying the thing that usually got him what he wanted. "Yes, but you see, I'm Lucius Malfoy."
Usually, this sentence got people fairly groveling at his feet. He always got his way when he mentioned his last name. But this boy was either remarkably stupid or he just didn't care because he glared at Lucius.
"So what?" said the other boy. "You have a funny name, big deal."
Lucius was hurt. His name wasn't funny. But yet… this was the first person to ever stand up to him. Ever. Even his parents usually gave him what he wanted. Lucius cocked his head, little fist still clenched around the ball. He liked this new kid, probably more then he was supposed to for a first meeting. A lot more, actually. He might even call it love, if he knew what that was.
"What's your name?" he asked.
The other looked flabbergasted, like he couldn't handle the change of subject. "Aiolsis Avery."
Lucius frowned. "Ay- aylo- uh…"
Avery smiled. "Just call me Avery. It's easier."
"Okay," Lucius nodded, giving a friendly smile. His first to his new… well… almost friend. "Do you want to be friends?" he asked, getting right down to it.
Avery shrugged. "Yeah, why not."
Lucius nodded and grinned, throwing the ball to Avery. "Catch!"
And so it began.