1 Part 5
Star stepped out of the house, scowling. Her mother-insisting that Star needed fresh air and sunlight-had banished her outside for an hour. What the heck was she going to do for a whole hour?
Star skulked around the house, finally entering the garden, hoping to find solace in the summer flowers.
It was an uncommonly large garden, Star observed, looking around. Suddenly, she froze. An all-too familiar figure sat cross-legged on a smooth, flat rock, deeply absorbed in a book, the sun gleaming in his white-blond hair.
Star remembered her father telling her that this house shared a garden with the next-door neighbors-she had completely forgotten. She turned as quietly as she could to go. A dry twig cracked loudly under her foot. Star cringed, the blond head snapped up.
"Star!"
She backed away.
"Wait!"
Star made a mad dash for the garden door, but Draco was faster. He reached the door first, slamming shut and standing in front of her, blocking her escape.
"Move!" Star demanded.
"Can I talk to you for a minute?" Draco asked her.
"You never seemed to need my permission before," she retorted icily.
Draco figured this was the closest he was going to get to a 'yes'.
"Look," he said. "I'm really sorry about yesterday-about calling you an 'ugly American' and all. I shouldn't have said that," he paused. "And you were right. I don't have any idea what you've been through."
Draco stopped, waiting, but it soon became evident that Star had no inclination to reply. She stood at the garden door, her face expressionless and completely indistinguishable.
"I'm sorry," Draco repeated.
Silence.
Draco sighed. "Do you forgive me?"
Star stepped out of the house, scowling. Her mother-insisting that Star needed fresh air and sunlight-had banished her outside for an hour. What the heck was she going to do for a whole hour?
Star skulked around the house, finally entering the garden, hoping to find solace in the summer flowers.
It was an uncommonly large garden, Star observed, looking around. Suddenly, she froze. An all-too familiar figure sat cross-legged on a smooth, flat rock, deeply absorbed in a book, the sun gleaming in his white-blond hair.
Star remembered her father telling her that this house shared a garden with the next-door neighbors-she had completely forgotten. She turned as quietly as she could to go. A dry twig cracked loudly under her foot. Star cringed, the blond head snapped up.
"Star!"
She backed away.
"Wait!"
Star made a mad dash for the garden door, but Draco was faster. He reached the door first, slamming shut and standing in front of her, blocking her escape.
"Move!" Star demanded.
"Can I talk to you for a minute?" Draco asked her.
"You never seemed to need my permission before," she retorted icily.
Draco figured this was the closest he was going to get to a 'yes'.
"Look," he said. "I'm really sorry about yesterday-about calling you an 'ugly American' and all. I shouldn't have said that," he paused. "And you were right. I don't have any idea what you've been through."
Draco stopped, waiting, but it soon became evident that Star had no inclination to reply. She stood at the garden door, her face expressionless and completely indistinguishable.
"I'm sorry," Draco repeated.
Silence.
Draco sighed. "Do you forgive me?"