A True Slytherin
"Ouch! Octavian, stop!" said Lucianna huffily, for Octavian was charming a shoe so it would repeatedly hit her in the head. "Can I get some help here, Adina?" Adina just paled and shook her head. "Why did you even ask Luce? She's too timid to do anything." Octavian said casually. Adina only looked up for a moment. "See? She won't even contradict me."
Both blonde haired teenagers had forgotten about the shoe. After a moment, Lucianna spoke up. "She's quiet. She'll probably be in Ravenclaw. I don't know if there has ever been a Malfoy in Ravenclaw before. I'll ask Father."
"You're stupid. She'll probably be a Hufflepuff." That was the final straw for poor Adina. "I will not be in Hufflepuff!"
"Oh, look, Luce, we got a response! That's amazing!" The two older children laughed. Adina turned pink. The door to the study opened, and little Sara came in.
"Father says to hurry up, or you won't be getting any school supplies and then you'll fail school, and then you'll be too poor and then poor little Sara will suffer. Actually he just said to hurry up. I added the rest."
"My Lord, Sara, Diagon Alley isn't all that exciting!"
"Yes it is!"
"You've never been!"
"So? Please hurry! Father will get angry…" A loud pop sounding in the room. Draco Malfoy had apparated to the children's study.
"I already am. I have business at Borgin & Burkes, and I will not be late, do you understand?"
Four 'yes, Father's resounded.
"Good. Octavian, Lucianna and Adina use the Floo powder."
"What about me?" Sara asked impatiently.
"Lucianna! What are you waiting for! Get to Diagon Alley before I force you to!"
"Yes, sir. Sorry, Father." Lucianna stepped into the fire and shouted "Flourish and Blotts!"
"What about me?" Sara whined.
"Don't snivel. It gives me a headache. And don't question me. I know what I'm doing. Now, give me your hand." Sara hesitated. "Now!" she did as she was told, and they Apparated out of the room.
As soon as they were in the store Draco turned to his four-year-old daughter and said, "Touch nothing." Sara only nodded.
"Borgin! I am in need of your, ah, assistance here!" Draco shouted into the store. Almost immediately, a man with a mane of greasy black hair entered the room.
"Ah, Mister Malfoy, it is always a pleasure. And I see you've brought young Lucianna as well."
"Actually, Borgin, that is my youngest daughter, Sara. But that is not relevant."
"Ah, yes, Mister Malfoy. What may I have the pleasure of assisting you with this morning?"
" I am having some, ah, guests over and there are a few items which would prove to be quite embarrassing if they were found. Do you follow?"
"Yes Mister Malfoy. I would be quite pleased to buy these items from you." Borgin looked at the items in question greedily, and placed a heaping pile of Galleons on the table. Draco placed them in a silk bag, then situated it inside his cloak.
"Good day, Borgin."
"Good day as well to you, Mister Malfoy, and to you, Mistress Sara." Said Borgin in oily tones. "Do come back soon."
"Come, Sara." Draco held out his hand to his daughter. Sara took it. "Are we Apparating again, Father?"
Draco smiled. "I think it wouldn't kill us if we were to walk, Sara."
