Blaise sang like usual, and the students began catching their letters and packages being thrown by their birds. Draco didn't throw his letter in the fire this time, instead he read it first while Christina began opening his box of candy.
Dear Draco,
So lovely to hear from you. We were planning on explaining that, hem, garment. The elves were foolish, and sent the wrong packages to the wrong people, that's all. So just forget all about that silly little thing.
"Then who the hell was that hideous thing for?" Draco said aloud. Christina gave him a look of puzzlement. He just waved his hand and began reading the letter again.
About your little friend coming for the holidays, we would love to have her. Just make sure she is of the right sort. Not that you would associate with anyone less than yourself. Anyway, enjoy your candy, and we hope to see you soon!
Love,
Lady Narcissa Malfoy
"A simple 'Mom' would have done fine," said Christina, peering over Draco's shoulder looking at the signature of the letter.
"Malfoys are very proper people," said Draco.
"Oh yes, I can tell just by looking at you," she said as she wiped potato off his face. "So very elegant of you, Master Malfoy."
"Stuff it," he said. "And only the elves call me that. Unless of course you're an elf now." He said as she began sucking on a candy cane.
"Of course not. I'm way better looking." She said with the cane still in her mouth. Draco had to agree that her last remark was indeed true, but wouldn't say so. "Good candy." She added. Crabbe and Goyle were eyeing her, looking very jealous indeed.
"And why are you eating my candy?" asked Draco. "If I give you candy, that means I have to give it to everyone else." At this Crabbe and Goyle raised their eyebrows.
"That's stupid." She said.
"No it's not, it's perfectly logical." He said.
"So you're saying if I kissed you, I'd have to kiss every other guy in here?" she asked as some guys who had overheard whistled.
"She's got a point." Came a voice.
Dear Draco,
So lovely to hear from you. We were planning on explaining that, hem, garment. The elves were foolish, and sent the wrong packages to the wrong people, that's all. So just forget all about that silly little thing.
"Then who the hell was that hideous thing for?" Draco said aloud. Christina gave him a look of puzzlement. He just waved his hand and began reading the letter again.
About your little friend coming for the holidays, we would love to have her. Just make sure she is of the right sort. Not that you would associate with anyone less than yourself. Anyway, enjoy your candy, and we hope to see you soon!
Love,
Lady Narcissa Malfoy
"A simple 'Mom' would have done fine," said Christina, peering over Draco's shoulder looking at the signature of the letter.
"Malfoys are very proper people," said Draco.
"Oh yes, I can tell just by looking at you," she said as she wiped potato off his face. "So very elegant of you, Master Malfoy."
"Stuff it," he said. "And only the elves call me that. Unless of course you're an elf now." He said as she began sucking on a candy cane.
"Of course not. I'm way better looking." She said with the cane still in her mouth. Draco had to agree that her last remark was indeed true, but wouldn't say so. "Good candy." She added. Crabbe and Goyle were eyeing her, looking very jealous indeed.
"And why are you eating my candy?" asked Draco. "If I give you candy, that means I have to give it to everyone else." At this Crabbe and Goyle raised their eyebrows.
"That's stupid." She said.
"No it's not, it's perfectly logical." He said.
"So you're saying if I kissed you, I'd have to kiss every other guy in here?" she asked as some guys who had overheard whistled.
"She's got a point." Came a voice.