Far away a 17 year old boy with electric blue eyes and white blonde hair
was sitting at a long dining tables covered in a red velvet table-cloth. By
him sat a woman with long slivery blonde hair and a pointed nose, and a man
with hair just like the boy but tied back in a short ponytail and a very
cold look on his face.
All three were eating silently. The boy was looking incredibly bored, he played with his green peas, trying to shoot them into the air out of his plate.
"Draco stop playing with your food!" snapped the lady.
The boy scowled. "Sorry mother." He put down his fork and turned to the man. "May I be excused?"
The man nodded without saying a word.
Draco got up still scowling and left the dining room. He stepped out in the main hall, a tall room with several large oak doors, a marble floor and a grand staircase. He began to climb the staircase slowly, looking down and resting a hand on the banister. He had barely taken a few steps when someone knocked on one of the great doors.
He walked cautiously to the oak doors.
"Who could be visiting us now?" he muttered silently. He glanced at his wristwatch. The lighted green dial showed 10:30 pm. "At this hour?" he pondered. "I must have imagined it." He whispered to himself.
Draco turned away from the door and took a few steps. Again someone knocked.
"Huh?" he turned back to the door and slowly opened it.
It was pouring rain outside. A figure was standing before him wearing a cloak with the hood up.
"Who are you?" he asked
"It is pouring let me in." it said almost as if it had not heard Draco.
Draco shifted to let the person in.
"Who are you?" he repeated.
"I am here to see Lucius Malfoy." It spoke, again ignoring Draco' question.
"What do you want with him?"
"Are you Lucius Malfoy?"
"No, I'm his son, Draco Malfoy."
"Take me to your father my business is with him not with you."
Draco frowned. "Come this way."
He led the stranger to the dining room.
All three were eating silently. The boy was looking incredibly bored, he played with his green peas, trying to shoot them into the air out of his plate.
"Draco stop playing with your food!" snapped the lady.
The boy scowled. "Sorry mother." He put down his fork and turned to the man. "May I be excused?"
The man nodded without saying a word.
Draco got up still scowling and left the dining room. He stepped out in the main hall, a tall room with several large oak doors, a marble floor and a grand staircase. He began to climb the staircase slowly, looking down and resting a hand on the banister. He had barely taken a few steps when someone knocked on one of the great doors.
He walked cautiously to the oak doors.
"Who could be visiting us now?" he muttered silently. He glanced at his wristwatch. The lighted green dial showed 10:30 pm. "At this hour?" he pondered. "I must have imagined it." He whispered to himself.
Draco turned away from the door and took a few steps. Again someone knocked.
"Huh?" he turned back to the door and slowly opened it.
It was pouring rain outside. A figure was standing before him wearing a cloak with the hood up.
"Who are you?" he asked
"It is pouring let me in." it said almost as if it had not heard Draco.
Draco shifted to let the person in.
"Who are you?" he repeated.
"I am here to see Lucius Malfoy." It spoke, again ignoring Draco' question.
"What do you want with him?"
"Are you Lucius Malfoy?"
"No, I'm his son, Draco Malfoy."
"Take me to your father my business is with him not with you."
Draco frowned. "Come this way."
He led the stranger to the dining room.