The trees were parted along the path to the house, its towers slowly begining to wear down over the many years. Paige could see that it had never been lived in since they had left, the shudders still hung crookedly and the colums near the one balcony seemed to have decayed since. Ann had wandered into the oak grove and was climbing one of the trees, digging into a hollowed hole dug before they left.
"Its still here," Paige heard her sister shout. "The box is still here Paige!"
"Is it all in there?" Her attention now toward her younger sibling. "Or has the time worn them out as well?"
"No...no,they're all here. Even a few of the pictures I put away before we left. Even one shot of Mr. Malfoy and his son.
Paige looked to her left, the Malfoy manor sitting high on the hill. Somehow it didnt' suprise her that her sister had kept their photo, though she wondered why her sister had taken it to begin with.
Luicous was not really a friend of the family, although he had attempted to befriend her father. Luckily, her father wanted nothing to do with the Dark Lord or the Dark Arts, but for some reason they remained aquantances, spending hours in their libary. Besides her father, no one in their family trusted the Malfoys, even though her mother made her best to be pleasant on occations when Mr. Malfoys wife came over for tea with her husband. Draco had aloways been the smug one, always too cocky for her sister to talk to for more than a moment. For some reason he never noticed their lack of interest in him, and thus the reason he took to watching over them, constantly helping both and spending hours talking, mostly with her. Paige remember talking long into the nights her father was up with his. They spoke of many things, but nothing concerning his father. Paige knew enough that this was a bridge not to be crossed. He seemed different around her, more open, although he held back on many things. She never knew what scared him, she could only sense that he feared something, perhaps to great for her to tell. But no matter, she thought, turning her head from the great mansion. Anne had crawled from the tree and was bearing the broken down box the held her treasures. Together, they strode through the walkway.
"Its still here," Paige heard her sister shout. "The box is still here Paige!"
"Is it all in there?" Her attention now toward her younger sibling. "Or has the time worn them out as well?"
"No...no,they're all here. Even a few of the pictures I put away before we left. Even one shot of Mr. Malfoy and his son.
Paige looked to her left, the Malfoy manor sitting high on the hill. Somehow it didnt' suprise her that her sister had kept their photo, though she wondered why her sister had taken it to begin with.
Luicous was not really a friend of the family, although he had attempted to befriend her father. Luckily, her father wanted nothing to do with the Dark Lord or the Dark Arts, but for some reason they remained aquantances, spending hours in their libary. Besides her father, no one in their family trusted the Malfoys, even though her mother made her best to be pleasant on occations when Mr. Malfoys wife came over for tea with her husband. Draco had aloways been the smug one, always too cocky for her sister to talk to for more than a moment. For some reason he never noticed their lack of interest in him, and thus the reason he took to watching over them, constantly helping both and spending hours talking, mostly with her. Paige remember talking long into the nights her father was up with his. They spoke of many things, but nothing concerning his father. Paige knew enough that this was a bridge not to be crossed. He seemed different around her, more open, although he held back on many things. She never knew what scared him, she could only sense that he feared something, perhaps to great for her to tell. But no matter, she thought, turning her head from the great mansion. Anne had crawled from the tree and was bearing the broken down box the held her treasures. Together, they strode through the walkway.