CHAPTER 6 - The Death Of The Father Part 2 of 3
The boy's gaze snapped to his face and a cocky smile played on his lips. "Oh, I'm sure I can more than afford that, Maxwell." He remarked. "All it is is a green robe. I rather like the colour your daughter is wearing. I was just admiring it."
I'm sure it wasn't just the robe you were admiring. Clay thought angrily but he let it pass. It was just a look, it's not as if the boy had grabbed Natalia and tried to feel her up or something. "Very well..." No point in being impolite. "How do you do, Lucius?"
"Fine, thank you, yourself?"
"Dandy. Just getting Natalia measured up, ready to go to Hogwarts."
"Rather late in the year, is it not?"
"Yes, but she showed magical powers and I felt there was no time like the present and sent a letter to Dumbledore."
"What year will she be in, first?"
"No, third. Same as your son, I believe."
"Oh, really? Well then, Draco can help her settle in, can't you, Draco?"
Over. My. Dead. Body. Clay thought but he smiled. "Sure, whatever."
"What house do you think she'll be in?" Draco questioned. "Slytherin, I hope."
"I'm not sure. But she'll hopefully do well in all of the houses." Clay replied. Not Slytherin anyway.
From behind him, he heard "There we are, dear, all done," and turned to see Natalia get down from the stool.
"Natalia, come and meet Lucius and his son." He said, turning to her and mouthed 'Don't freak out'. She looked past his shoulder and her eyes widened. She moved forward and stood rigid next to her father.
"Lucius and Draco, this is my daughter, Natalia, and Natalia, this is Lucius, an... old friend, and his son, Draco." He introduced them all. Natalia forced a smile and Lucius extended a hand. She shook it very quickly and when Draco extended his hand also, their hands barely even made contact she was so scared.
"My goodness, you really do take after your mother." Lucius remarked softly and lifted her chin, examining her face with steely grey eyes. Natalia stared at him like a deer caught in headlights, her green eyes on the verge of brimming with tears due to fear.
A sudden fear, threat even, hit her, even bigger than the fear from her freaky dream. There was something in his eyes she just didn't trust.
The boy's gaze snapped to his face and a cocky smile played on his lips. "Oh, I'm sure I can more than afford that, Maxwell." He remarked. "All it is is a green robe. I rather like the colour your daughter is wearing. I was just admiring it."
I'm sure it wasn't just the robe you were admiring. Clay thought angrily but he let it pass. It was just a look, it's not as if the boy had grabbed Natalia and tried to feel her up or something. "Very well..." No point in being impolite. "How do you do, Lucius?"
"Fine, thank you, yourself?"
"Dandy. Just getting Natalia measured up, ready to go to Hogwarts."
"Rather late in the year, is it not?"
"Yes, but she showed magical powers and I felt there was no time like the present and sent a letter to Dumbledore."
"What year will she be in, first?"
"No, third. Same as your son, I believe."
"Oh, really? Well then, Draco can help her settle in, can't you, Draco?"
Over. My. Dead. Body. Clay thought but he smiled. "Sure, whatever."
"What house do you think she'll be in?" Draco questioned. "Slytherin, I hope."
"I'm not sure. But she'll hopefully do well in all of the houses." Clay replied. Not Slytherin anyway.
From behind him, he heard "There we are, dear, all done," and turned to see Natalia get down from the stool.
"Natalia, come and meet Lucius and his son." He said, turning to her and mouthed 'Don't freak out'. She looked past his shoulder and her eyes widened. She moved forward and stood rigid next to her father.
"Lucius and Draco, this is my daughter, Natalia, and Natalia, this is Lucius, an... old friend, and his son, Draco." He introduced them all. Natalia forced a smile and Lucius extended a hand. She shook it very quickly and when Draco extended his hand also, their hands barely even made contact she was so scared.
"My goodness, you really do take after your mother." Lucius remarked softly and lifted her chin, examining her face with steely grey eyes. Natalia stared at him like a deer caught in headlights, her green eyes on the verge of brimming with tears due to fear.
A sudden fear, threat even, hit her, even bigger than the fear from her freaky dream. There was something in his eyes she just didn't trust.