Chap 2.
Keaira nudged Lucius with her foot and then glanced over at Draco, who was staring at her curiously, "What?"
"Well I was just noticing that if your mother was killed by my father, then he should have tried to kill you to. So, why aren't you dead?" Draco watched her reactions carefully and to his surprise she smiled sadly.
"I was at school, my first day at kindergarten, when he murdered my mother. I guess he figured that I would just die on my own. I came home from school and found my mother dead. There was no blood. She was just dead. At first I was sad and I would cry for days on end." Keaira walked around the room picking up books and glancing at the cover as though looking for something, "But when I turned twelve I realized that grieving did no good. So then I decided to find him and kill him. I've searched for five years."
Draco nodded "Fair enough, but when is he going to wake up?" he gestured to Lucius.
"In an hour or so. I think." Shrugging, Keaira picked up a book and started flipping through it. "Aw, you were cute as a kid." She held up the book, which showed a tiny, one-year-old Draco sitting and waving at them.
Draco blushed and snatched the book out of Keaira's hands. "Anyway, how did you beat my father? He is an extremely talented duelist." He glared down at the baby book.
"I have a disease." Remarked Keaira shortly, obviously wanting him to leave it at that.
Draco persisted, "What kind of disease?"
"I have Mordis Potentia." She looked at Draco, who seemed lost. "It's a wizard disease that multiplies your magical abilities but decreases your life span."
Draco frowned, "How do you get it?"
Keaira ignored his question, "Hey, if your father hates muggles so much, then why are you eating pizza?"
"We have three house- elves, one for every member of the house." Draco yawned and flopped down on the couch. "Bunky likes making pizza and I can disguise him and send him to get other muggle foods that I like from the market."
"Bunky? Never mind. Do you hear something?" Keaira glanced at the door.
The doors opened and several Ministry officials strode in. A tall man with a pointy mustache glanced from Lucius to Keaira and Draco, both of whom had oh-I-forgot-about-you-people looks on their faces. "What, exactly, happened here?" inquired the man.
"Well, you see, Mr. Malfoy bumped into a shelf and a heavy book, which was badly placed on top of the shelf, slipped off and knocked him out." Keaira didn't even bat an eye as she lied. "He should be fine in a moment."
Arthur Weasley glanced at Lucius, "Got knocked out, did he? Shame. How are you Keaira?"
Keaira smiled, "I'm fine, thank you."
"I didn't know that the Malfoys were the friends that you came to visit," Mr. Weasley said the word 'Malfoys' as though he were discussing something disgusting he'd stepped in.
"Yes they are." Replied Keaira with a smile, "But since Mr. Malfoy is knocked out, perhaps you should return at another time."
Arthur Weasley nodded and the Ministry of Magic left quickly.
Keaira stretched calmly. As she stretched, her shirt lifted to reveal a ring-like tattoo around her navel. Draco asked bluntly, "What's that?" and pointed to the tattoo.
"I'm starving, wouldn't happen to have any salad, would you?" Keaira again skillfully avoided Draco's question and they both walked to the kitchen.
They were greeted by three house-elves, two boys and one girl. Draco quickly introduced them. "The boy in the green is Bunky, the girl in the pink is Spiffy, and the boy in the blue is George."
"George?" Keaira raised one eyebrow and then turned to the house- elves, "May I have a salad, please?" The house-elves nodded, they disappeared for a while, and then returned with a salad that was so big that it took all three of them to carry it.
Draco got a salad also and then, to Keaira's utter horror, he drenched it with salad dressing.
"What are you doing to your salad?" asked Keaira with wide eyes.
Draco calmly replied, "I'm killing all possible nutritional value. So are you going to come to the fencing class tonight?"
"Fencing?" Keaira put down her salad and sat on the kitchen counter, "With swords an stuff?" Draco nodded. "Will Lucius be there?" Draco nodded again. "Oh I am so in." Keaira laughed evilly.
Keaira nudged Lucius with her foot and then glanced over at Draco, who was staring at her curiously, "What?"
"Well I was just noticing that if your mother was killed by my father, then he should have tried to kill you to. So, why aren't you dead?" Draco watched her reactions carefully and to his surprise she smiled sadly.
"I was at school, my first day at kindergarten, when he murdered my mother. I guess he figured that I would just die on my own. I came home from school and found my mother dead. There was no blood. She was just dead. At first I was sad and I would cry for days on end." Keaira walked around the room picking up books and glancing at the cover as though looking for something, "But when I turned twelve I realized that grieving did no good. So then I decided to find him and kill him. I've searched for five years."
Draco nodded "Fair enough, but when is he going to wake up?" he gestured to Lucius.
"In an hour or so. I think." Shrugging, Keaira picked up a book and started flipping through it. "Aw, you were cute as a kid." She held up the book, which showed a tiny, one-year-old Draco sitting and waving at them.
Draco blushed and snatched the book out of Keaira's hands. "Anyway, how did you beat my father? He is an extremely talented duelist." He glared down at the baby book.
"I have a disease." Remarked Keaira shortly, obviously wanting him to leave it at that.
Draco persisted, "What kind of disease?"
"I have Mordis Potentia." She looked at Draco, who seemed lost. "It's a wizard disease that multiplies your magical abilities but decreases your life span."
Draco frowned, "How do you get it?"
Keaira ignored his question, "Hey, if your father hates muggles so much, then why are you eating pizza?"
"We have three house- elves, one for every member of the house." Draco yawned and flopped down on the couch. "Bunky likes making pizza and I can disguise him and send him to get other muggle foods that I like from the market."
"Bunky? Never mind. Do you hear something?" Keaira glanced at the door.
The doors opened and several Ministry officials strode in. A tall man with a pointy mustache glanced from Lucius to Keaira and Draco, both of whom had oh-I-forgot-about-you-people looks on their faces. "What, exactly, happened here?" inquired the man.
"Well, you see, Mr. Malfoy bumped into a shelf and a heavy book, which was badly placed on top of the shelf, slipped off and knocked him out." Keaira didn't even bat an eye as she lied. "He should be fine in a moment."
Arthur Weasley glanced at Lucius, "Got knocked out, did he? Shame. How are you Keaira?"
Keaira smiled, "I'm fine, thank you."
"I didn't know that the Malfoys were the friends that you came to visit," Mr. Weasley said the word 'Malfoys' as though he were discussing something disgusting he'd stepped in.
"Yes they are." Replied Keaira with a smile, "But since Mr. Malfoy is knocked out, perhaps you should return at another time."
Arthur Weasley nodded and the Ministry of Magic left quickly.
Keaira stretched calmly. As she stretched, her shirt lifted to reveal a ring-like tattoo around her navel. Draco asked bluntly, "What's that?" and pointed to the tattoo.
"I'm starving, wouldn't happen to have any salad, would you?" Keaira again skillfully avoided Draco's question and they both walked to the kitchen.
They were greeted by three house-elves, two boys and one girl. Draco quickly introduced them. "The boy in the green is Bunky, the girl in the pink is Spiffy, and the boy in the blue is George."
"George?" Keaira raised one eyebrow and then turned to the house- elves, "May I have a salad, please?" The house-elves nodded, they disappeared for a while, and then returned with a salad that was so big that it took all three of them to carry it.
Draco got a salad also and then, to Keaira's utter horror, he drenched it with salad dressing.
"What are you doing to your salad?" asked Keaira with wide eyes.
Draco calmly replied, "I'm killing all possible nutritional value. So are you going to come to the fencing class tonight?"
"Fencing?" Keaira put down her salad and sat on the kitchen counter, "With swords an stuff?" Draco nodded. "Will Lucius be there?" Draco nodded again. "Oh I am so in." Keaira laughed evilly.