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"Well... the Franboises will surely take me in, won't they?" Draco said to himself as he sat down on the corner of the street. It wasn't exactly a nice day outside. It was drizzling slightly out, and their was no sign of sunlight anywhere. But, Draco would much rather be outside in terrible weather than live with his so-called family. And he was one hundred percent sure that his friends' family would give him hospitality. They had done so before, so why would now be any different?
With his hopes set slightly higher, Draco limped across the street to his friends' house. Well, manor to be more precise. Theirs was the biggest manor on the block, and his friends both knew it.
And it seemed as though they could sense his arrival. Either that, or, they had been watching him from the bedroom window. For the next thing Draco knew, he was literally being attacked, in a good way, by two of his friends, Samantha and Pierre Franboise.
Samantha and Pierre were twins, although they didn't look the part. While Samantha had light brown hair, Pierre had blonde hair. And while Samantha's eyes were pure blue, Pierre's were a blue-green color. But, they were twins nonetheless, and Draco wouldn't want them any other way.
And besides, how many French families did you meet in England? Samantha and Pierre had moved from Paris, France to England when Draco was only three years old, and then they didn't know a single word of English. It hadn't been easy, those first few months, but in time, Samantha, Draco, and Pierre had become extremely close friends. And Samantha had become obsessed with "glomping" Draco, as she called it, just to make him feel better. And it did work, and he was thankful to have her as a friend. Sure, she was the most sarcastic person he knew, but he didn't want to change anything about seven-year-old Samantha Franboise. And the same for Pierre, though Pierre was the "rebel" twin, always getting into trouble by the police even though he was only seven. But that was his problem, not Draco's.Draco had many other problems himself to worry about.
"Draco! Are you okay? What happened?" Samantha asked after she finished her usual glomping while Pierre watched with an annoyed expression on his face.
Draco sighed. "I'm not fine. And it was bad. Really bad." Samantha's smile was wiped from her face as she noticed the cuts and bruises on his face, and the bandages almost all over his body. What a sight he must have been.
"Draco, you have to tell our parents," Pierre said, flicking a small piece of paper across the street. Draco shuddered at the thought of having to tell an adult about his current situation. He wasn't really in the mood to be questioned, and all he really wanted to do was sleep in a warm bed, and have a nice, hot meal...
"Or... you could stay with us for awhile. How about it?" Samantha asked, her imaginitive mind already getting to work. Draco smiled at her kindess. They'd always been a great team, just the three of them; Draco, with his intelligence, Samantha, with her pure talent and appreciation for nature and beauty, and Pierre, with his creative mind. Even though from looking at them you'd think they'd never get along, it was the exact opposite. Maybe they really would adopt Draco. Though, that wasn't likely, for the Franboises already had 12 kids including Samantha and Pierre. He'd probably just be a new problem for their family to face.
Draco just nodded. He didn't really know what to say; there wasn't all that much to say. But Samantha and Pierre looked thrilled at the fact that their best friend would be living with them, even if it was probably going to be temporary. After all, Draco had attempted to run away countless times before, but everytime he'd been coaxed back by his mother or father. But not this time.
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"Well... the Franboises will surely take me in, won't they?" Draco said to himself as he sat down on the corner of the street. It wasn't exactly a nice day outside. It was drizzling slightly out, and their was no sign of sunlight anywhere. But, Draco would much rather be outside in terrible weather than live with his so-called family. And he was one hundred percent sure that his friends' family would give him hospitality. They had done so before, so why would now be any different?
With his hopes set slightly higher, Draco limped across the street to his friends' house. Well, manor to be more precise. Theirs was the biggest manor on the block, and his friends both knew it.
And it seemed as though they could sense his arrival. Either that, or, they had been watching him from the bedroom window. For the next thing Draco knew, he was literally being attacked, in a good way, by two of his friends, Samantha and Pierre Franboise.
Samantha and Pierre were twins, although they didn't look the part. While Samantha had light brown hair, Pierre had blonde hair. And while Samantha's eyes were pure blue, Pierre's were a blue-green color. But, they were twins nonetheless, and Draco wouldn't want them any other way.
And besides, how many French families did you meet in England? Samantha and Pierre had moved from Paris, France to England when Draco was only three years old, and then they didn't know a single word of English. It hadn't been easy, those first few months, but in time, Samantha, Draco, and Pierre had become extremely close friends. And Samantha had become obsessed with "glomping" Draco, as she called it, just to make him feel better. And it did work, and he was thankful to have her as a friend. Sure, she was the most sarcastic person he knew, but he didn't want to change anything about seven-year-old Samantha Franboise. And the same for Pierre, though Pierre was the "rebel" twin, always getting into trouble by the police even though he was only seven. But that was his problem, not Draco's.Draco had many other problems himself to worry about.
"Draco! Are you okay? What happened?" Samantha asked after she finished her usual glomping while Pierre watched with an annoyed expression on his face.
Draco sighed. "I'm not fine. And it was bad. Really bad." Samantha's smile was wiped from her face as she noticed the cuts and bruises on his face, and the bandages almost all over his body. What a sight he must have been.
"Draco, you have to tell our parents," Pierre said, flicking a small piece of paper across the street. Draco shuddered at the thought of having to tell an adult about his current situation. He wasn't really in the mood to be questioned, and all he really wanted to do was sleep in a warm bed, and have a nice, hot meal...
"Or... you could stay with us for awhile. How about it?" Samantha asked, her imaginitive mind already getting to work. Draco smiled at her kindess. They'd always been a great team, just the three of them; Draco, with his intelligence, Samantha, with her pure talent and appreciation for nature and beauty, and Pierre, with his creative mind. Even though from looking at them you'd think they'd never get along, it was the exact opposite. Maybe they really would adopt Draco. Though, that wasn't likely, for the Franboises already had 12 kids including Samantha and Pierre. He'd probably just be a new problem for their family to face.
Draco just nodded. He didn't really know what to say; there wasn't all that much to say. But Samantha and Pierre looked thrilled at the fact that their best friend would be living with them, even if it was probably going to be temporary. After all, Draco had attempted to run away countless times before, but everytime he'd been coaxed back by his mother or father. But not this time.