I quite obviously do not own any of the Harry Potter characters;
Bernadette was avoiding that blonde haired boy as much as possible, she did not however, count on meeting his Father. She was walking through the main corridor when she saw a man with blonde hair tied in a black velvet bow, carrying a cane. She walked around him and avoided his line of sight...but it was too late; 'Miss Marvolo I presume?' he said. she did not want to talk to this man. But she wasn't rude, so she turned to face him. 'You presume correctly...Mr Malfoy?' 'Indeed. My Son has told me much about you' 'He knows nothing of me but my name Mr Malfoy. I do not see how that is possible'. He had a look on his face that said he is not used to being talked back to in that way 'One...presumes things when one hears a familiar name' he sneered 'Then I advise not to presume. As you know nothing which bares any truth.' He gritted his teeth 'Marvolo. There is no explanation but one.' 'You are mistaken. Now if you do not mind I don't intend to be rude but I must take my leave' she said politely and turned to leave. 'I will find out Miss Marvolo' he muttered, loud enough for only her to hear.
Bernadette did indeed hold a secret she wanted to be kept just that, a secret. The nightmares and feeling of misery had haunted her for years and the unbearable loss of control over what happened to her made her feel trapped in darkness. She sat in her warm room and fiddled with the shining ring on her finger.
Bernadette was avoiding that blonde haired boy as much as possible, she did not however, count on meeting his Father. She was walking through the main corridor when she saw a man with blonde hair tied in a black velvet bow, carrying a cane. She walked around him and avoided his line of sight...but it was too late; 'Miss Marvolo I presume?' he said. she did not want to talk to this man. But she wasn't rude, so she turned to face him. 'You presume correctly...Mr Malfoy?' 'Indeed. My Son has told me much about you' 'He knows nothing of me but my name Mr Malfoy. I do not see how that is possible'. He had a look on his face that said he is not used to being talked back to in that way 'One...presumes things when one hears a familiar name' he sneered 'Then I advise not to presume. As you know nothing which bares any truth.' He gritted his teeth 'Marvolo. There is no explanation but one.' 'You are mistaken. Now if you do not mind I don't intend to be rude but I must take my leave' she said politely and turned to leave. 'I will find out Miss Marvolo' he muttered, loud enough for only her to hear.
Bernadette did indeed hold a secret she wanted to be kept just that, a secret. The nightmares and feeling of misery had haunted her for years and the unbearable loss of control over what happened to her made her feel trapped in darkness. She sat in her warm room and fiddled with the shining ring on her finger.