England is small.
I was standing on Kings cross station looking like a lost chicken, "You going to Hogwarts dear?" a motherly voice called, I spun around to find myself face to face with a family of 3 all looking exactly alike. I guessed the woman was the one that had spoken,
"Yer, but I don't know where to go and this mother fucking letter says nothing, I wish I'd staded in America." I answered the was ovesily the father looked sprised,
" You come from America?" He asked with a hopeful glint in his eye, duh I just said I had,
"Yer I do I'm Blais C ..." shit I want to start an new life must think of a new name "Zabin, Blais Zabin" I continued holding out my hand. He took it, "Welcome to England Mr. Zabin, this is draco my son," he pointed at min him who nodded his head "and my wife Nassisa, and I am Lusis Malfoy"