"Right." Fred called out after shooing all the curious children out of the storage room. "I'm going home to Lex, George! I'll see ya tomorrow!."
"Bu- But." George stuttered making loads of hand gestures. "You gotta help- Outta control- Can't catch all pygmy puffs-" As he mentioned 'pygmy puffs', a small furry creature ran straight through his legs, blowing some sort of raspberry as it scurried into the storage room, out of sight.
Fred half-heartedly laughed earning a glare from his twin. "Anyway, Verity's here, isn't she? She could help."
"You called?" A blonde haired girl emerged into the shop picking a confused-looking pygmy puff up.
"Yes." replied Fred glancing at his brother. "George here, has a little bit of a problem with 'the small furry creatures'."
"How- Wha-" George stuttered once more pointing to another pygmy puff which obligingly jumped onto Verity's hand.
The small blue-eyed girl giggled. "Unlike you, Mr. Weasley, these scruff-balls like me." she said stroking the pygmy puff's smooth purple fur.
Scowling, George made another attempt at catching one but once again, he failed. Upon seeing this over and over again, Fred began to laugh uncontrollably, clutching his sides and his eyes rolling with so much laughter.
George frowned. "Fine. Go home to your 'Lex' but you seriously need to leave her be. She can take care of herself.
"Thanks Georgie. I knew you'd say yes eventually. I guess I'll see you tomorrow. You too Verity." Fred nodded towards their direction before heading outside to buy a present for Electra- maybe that will cheer her up a bit.
"See you, Mr Weasley!" Verity called out, coaxing a pink pygmy puff into her small hands.
Meanwhile Electra had grown tedious cooped up inside for too long so she decided to dress in some warm comfy clothes and take a short walk in a place she used to go with her parents when she was abut six of seven years of age. Little did she know someone else had trouble fitting in with their own surroundings.
Draco flipped out through the doors of the Malfoy Manor, slamming it forcefully on his way. How could they? That was indeed a rhetorical question. He already knew that his parents wanted him to marry Astoria Greengrass and his parents also knew that he wasn't ready for this type of commitment. But still, they tried to drive him to do their dirty work.
You see, after the Battle of Hogwarts had ended there were still a few Slytherin families that wanted to maintain their Pureblood status. Those families included The Shackles, The Greengrass', The Nents and of course The Malfoys. The Shackles and Nents had already married their children to each other leaving The Greengrass family and The Malfoy family to discuss marriage.
Daphne Greengrass, a fellow classmate of Draco's, Had married another Slytherin in their year slightly before the Battle of Hogwarts. This meant that Draco and Astoria had to marry each other to fulfil their parents' wishes.
True, Astoria maybe one of the most attractive women that ever walked the planet, boys trailing after her whilst she studied at school but Draco couldn't help but despise how flawless she looked.
Long dark brown hair flowing down to her waist, pale fair skin, a tint of red in her cheeks, sky-blue eyes twinkling whenever she laughed. Not that she ever did. Another reason that he didn't like her was that she was too clingy and quite demanding; almost like Draco's father.
Shrugging off the thought, he settled with the decision of going to what he called his 'Get-away Place' to clear his mind of everything.
