Balloon
Muggles came up with the strangest things. Little rubbery pockets filled with air, artificially colored and usually attached to strings—yep, Muggles sure did come up with strange, useless items. And then, the name they gave these items, "balloons"…where did they get that from? He sighed and shook his head as he watched a small Muggle family—a mother and a father and a little girl—pay their money for one of those balloons. It truly was a pitiful world.
He shouldn't have even been there; his father would've skinned him alive had he known. But sometimes a guy needed fresh air, and where better to run than London, England, in the middle of some park?
He was losing it, too, apparently.
It took him about five minutes of walking to realize how late it really was and that he had no idea where he actually was, and prideful as he was, asking for directions simply wouldn't do. But as it got darker and darker, the boy began to get a little frightened, as he was only eleven, though he would never, ever admit to this fact.
Normally, in the wizarding world, his mother would buy him some candy behind his father's back; she always did know when he was scared, and instead of telling his father like a good wife, she would do something or the other to comfort him. And that comfort lay inside artificial, yet tasty, pieces of candy.
But there was no one here to comfort him, save for the woman at the balloon stand, and how could someone selling those things be smart enough to give him directions?
However, this is a desperate boy we're talking about. As the young Draco Malfoy strode up to the short, stout lady, asking, "Where can I get to King's Cross station?" because it was the only place he truly knew, he couldn't help but notice how the color of one balloon was the exact shade of his favorite candy. So he did the only thing that came to his mind. As soon as the directions passed her lips, he snagged the balloon and ran for it.
A/N: The word count for this is 358 words. Read 'n' review, please.