"Come on. Let's go get breakfast and I'll tell you about the school,"
Draco said putting a gentle hand on Chloe's back to lead her down to the
kitchen.
"What'd he leave us?" Chloe asked.
"Who knows. Probably oatmeal again," Draco said making a face, "You hungry for real food?"
"What would you classify as real food?"
"Bacon and Eggs?" Draco said flicking his wand at the stove.
"Wow, I never figured you to be the domestic type." Chloe said with a smirk.
"Yeah, well, I grew up with a nanny who liked to cook. Now, about the school," Draco said changing the subject. "what do you want to know?"
"Anything!"
"Alright! Dumbledore's the Headmaster; however, we sometimes question his sanity. Strange man he is. McGonagall is Deputy Headmistress, head of Gryffindor house, and Transfigurations teacher. Sprout is head of Hufflepuff house and Herbology teacher. Flintwick is head of Ravenclaw and charms teacher." Draco continued on well through breakfast about the school.
"Well, I'll probably forget it all by September. But I'm sure I'll manage.now what house are you in?"
"Isn't it obvious?"
"Not really."
"Slytherin with your uncle."
"Really? I can't see that in you . . . partly because you COOK and have been nothing but pleasant with me . . . except for the times I've hexed you." Chloe said with a smile.
The summer passed by quickly. Draco and Chloe spent the days outside, usually in the lake behind the manor or in the yard studying. Their evenings were spent talking in the house. Occasionally, Severus would be home for a meal or sometimes to sleep, but with two weeks left of summer he is called away again.
"Chloe . . . Chloe . . . CHLOE! ! ! !" Draco called looking in and out of rooms all the way down the hall looking for Chloe.
"What?" Chloe asked sticking her head out of the library as Draco was walking by.
"Severus was looking for you but has already left. He will be gone until the night before we leave for Hogwarts." Draco said noticing the book Chloe had in her hand. "What's that?"
"A book." Chloe said banishing it back to one of Snape's over stuffed bookshelves.
"Obviously." Draco said while rolling his eyes.
"What'd he leave us?" Chloe asked.
"Who knows. Probably oatmeal again," Draco said making a face, "You hungry for real food?"
"What would you classify as real food?"
"Bacon and Eggs?" Draco said flicking his wand at the stove.
"Wow, I never figured you to be the domestic type." Chloe said with a smirk.
"Yeah, well, I grew up with a nanny who liked to cook. Now, about the school," Draco said changing the subject. "what do you want to know?"
"Anything!"
"Alright! Dumbledore's the Headmaster; however, we sometimes question his sanity. Strange man he is. McGonagall is Deputy Headmistress, head of Gryffindor house, and Transfigurations teacher. Sprout is head of Hufflepuff house and Herbology teacher. Flintwick is head of Ravenclaw and charms teacher." Draco continued on well through breakfast about the school.
"Well, I'll probably forget it all by September. But I'm sure I'll manage.now what house are you in?"
"Isn't it obvious?"
"Not really."
"Slytherin with your uncle."
"Really? I can't see that in you . . . partly because you COOK and have been nothing but pleasant with me . . . except for the times I've hexed you." Chloe said with a smile.
The summer passed by quickly. Draco and Chloe spent the days outside, usually in the lake behind the manor or in the yard studying. Their evenings were spent talking in the house. Occasionally, Severus would be home for a meal or sometimes to sleep, but with two weeks left of summer he is called away again.
"Chloe . . . Chloe . . . CHLOE! ! ! !" Draco called looking in and out of rooms all the way down the hall looking for Chloe.
"What?" Chloe asked sticking her head out of the library as Draco was walking by.
"Severus was looking for you but has already left. He will be gone until the night before we leave for Hogwarts." Draco said noticing the book Chloe had in her hand. "What's that?"
"A book." Chloe said banishing it back to one of Snape's over stuffed bookshelves.
"Obviously." Draco said while rolling his eyes.