Part 19
Draco closed the compartment door and sat down, putting his feet up.
"You don't want to be hanging out with that sort of crowd," Draco said, trying to sound as nonchalant as he could about it. "You'll soon find out some wizarding families are much better than others, Star. You don't want to go making friends with the wrong sort. I can help you there."
Star looked toward the door, as if she could still see them there.
"They seemed pretty nice to me," she said skeptically.
"Trust me-they're a bad lot." Draco said. "You'd do best to stay clear of them."
"Oh," said Star, frowning. "Okay." She sat down beside Draco and they resumed their game of Exploding Snap.
An hour later found Star and Draco's game finished, conversation died down. Rain drummed down on the window. Draco was re-reading 'Quidditch Through The Ages', and Star was bored of 'Hogwarts, A History'. She scooted to the edge of her seat and leaned back, crossing her arms in front of her. Resting her head back, she gazed at the window, at the sheets of silver rain cascading down the glass.
She blinked sleepily.
Draco closed the compartment door and sat down, putting his feet up.
"You don't want to be hanging out with that sort of crowd," Draco said, trying to sound as nonchalant as he could about it. "You'll soon find out some wizarding families are much better than others, Star. You don't want to go making friends with the wrong sort. I can help you there."
Star looked toward the door, as if she could still see them there.
"They seemed pretty nice to me," she said skeptically.
"Trust me-they're a bad lot." Draco said. "You'd do best to stay clear of them."
"Oh," said Star, frowning. "Okay." She sat down beside Draco and they resumed their game of Exploding Snap.
An hour later found Star and Draco's game finished, conversation died down. Rain drummed down on the window. Draco was re-reading 'Quidditch Through The Ages', and Star was bored of 'Hogwarts, A History'. She scooted to the edge of her seat and leaned back, crossing her arms in front of her. Resting her head back, she gazed at the window, at the sheets of silver rain cascading down the glass.
She blinked sleepily.