Briana's shiny, black car with the tinted windows pulled into the driveway of her old, big house. Well, more of a mansion than a house. Her dark brown eyes scanned the familiar surroundings; the large, colorful gardens, the tall hedges, the large, wooden sign reading "Brightsman Manor". and of course, the Malfoy Manor, right next door.
She stepped out of the car, followed by her parents. Briana stepped onto the driveway in front of her house. As her foot came into contact with the stone ground, flashbacks of things happening on this very driveway flooded her mind: 6 year-old Briana and Draco were running on the driveway when she tripped and fell, scraping her knee. Draco found it funny and laughed, until he realized she'd actually been injured; as 10 year-olds, Draco was watching Briana practice her tricks for her dance number. He grew tired of watching and asked her to teach her some tricks, which she eagerly did. And that day, she found out that he was a fast learner.
Briana couldn't help but smile to herself as she walked towards the front door of her old home. It was all still like a dream to her. Not a week ago, she was sitting at her home, back in the United States. But now, here she is, back in London, the home of her childhood. Briana looked back at her parents who were now standing behind her, all three of them facing the door. They smiled at her and nodded for her to open the door.
The 15 year-old got a small smile on her face and slowly pushed open the big, oak, front doors to their home. She stepped inside and it was like she was dreaming. Everything was exactly how they'd left it. The furniture and house-hold objects they sent over here ahead of time was already placed perfectly in the rooms, down to the last details. She laughed a little bit and walked around, looking at the whole first floor and repeatedly thought, "I remember that!" or "I totally forgot about that!" and she thought the whole feeling was wonderful.
She met back up with her parents in the entrance hall, and they were all smiles.
Her mother said, "What do you think?"
"It's just how I remember it being! But at the same time, it's kind of unfamiliar..."
"So you do like this though, is that correct?"
"Yes, I love it! Can I go see my room!?"
Briana's father laughed at her, "Go right ahead. The house elves have already finished all the rooms anyways, so there's absolutely no empty rooms!"
"Brilliant!"
She ran up the large, wide staircase and turned right, ran down the hall, and faced the second to last door on the left. Her old bedroom. She turned the doorknob eagerly and looked at the room before her. Briana's old bedroom of 6 years was exactly how she'd remembered it; light green walls, soft white carpet, the giant windows looking over the front driveway, and of course, the balcony that looked straight over to Malfoy Manor.
Briana was smiling very fondly at the memories she'd had in her mind, because of that balcony. Both the Malfoy Manor and the Brightsman Manor were so big, they weren't exactly right next to each other. They were a few feet away. But that didn't stop Briana and Draco from talking to each other from their balconies, sometimes. That's what this place was full of; memories. And Briana loved it. Very much.
The Brightsman family of three sat together around the large black, wooden table in their kitchen. The dining room was only ever used for dinner parties, or parties in general. They were happy as they ate their delicious meal in a comfortable silence.
After a while, Mrs. Anais Brightsman broke their silence with a bit of a reminder.
"Please do well to remember that we're going over to the Malfoy's tomorrow for lunch at noon."
"When was this decided?"
"Yesterday afternoon. Why? Don't you want to go?"
"Well of course I want to go! I just don't remember hearing about this in the first place."
"You were probably spaced out again...", her father joked.
"I heard that, dad..."
"There was nothing to hear..."
They finished their meals then went up to their individual rooms, falling asleep almost as soon as they were covered in their blankets. And Briana experienced the best sleep she's had in years.
A few feet away, at the Malfoy Manor, Draco Malfoy was being called downstairs by his mother. He quickly walked down the spiral staircase that sat in his home and entered the sitting room where his mother was waiting for him.
"Yes, what is it mother?"
"I'm just reminding you about tomorrow. You don't get to sleep in like you have been the past few days."
"I don't think I could have even forgotten if I tried to. I'll be awake; you know I'm very punctual."
"Of course you are! Why it wasn't my son who was late for breakfast with the Parkinson's last month, now was it?", she teased him with a smile on her face.
"That was one time! And you know how much I despise Pansy..."
"Yes, well, you don't despise Briana, so be awake, Draco."
"I promise I will be!"
He gave his mother a hug goodnight and went back upstairs to his large, dark room. Eager to face the next day, Draco Malfoy fell asleep quickly, dreaming of what events the following day would hold.
