Chapter 5:

"Ungrateful twits!" Draco said after reading the letter.

"Right. Normally I would make you write the letter, but, you seem to be having some difficulties here."

Gryffindor House Team,
We accept your offer. We will all meet you at ten in the morning at the Leaky Cauldron, even though it is rather grimy and disgusting in there and we really don't go muddle in that riffraff if you know what I mean.
Blaise Zabini would like to point out that since you chose the field, standard Quidditch rules say that we choose the referee. We hereby choose Severus Snape to be our referee and-

"Blaise! Stop writing! You are not going to say that! This is my letter!"
-and never mind anything else Blaise was going to write here.
Anyway, Theodore Nott would like to tell you not to look like 'a piece of crap' (his words, not mine, thank you), and if he could say it any nicer he would. Er, I think he means to dress nicely in practice Quidditch robes, but since you're all Gryffindors you could be poor- excuse me...

What Elizabeth seems to be trying to say in my name is that we want you to look presentable and not like the way you lot usually look. If we are to be seen with you publicly, you must wear quality Quidditch practice robes, preferably in your house color and if you don't have those, just wear your House robes.
You might look like complete fools, but, that's life. Blame your parents and your ancestors. Oh, and if you plan to bring anyone of 'questionable blood' let us know so we can be accompanied by one of our parents so they can finish them-
Draco doesn't mean anything he says. The whole lot of them are complete idiots and I will never try to write a letter with them in the room again. Anyway, ten o'clock in the morning is fine, and we'll see you there. (This is rather awkward, but I would suggest not bringing any Mugg-
Oh, just say it Beth. Don't bring any Mudbloods because we might get them. BOO!
Don't be so immature. This is rather annoying and I hope you all got the message of this, because I haven't got the time to re-write this letter.
Sincerely,
Elizabeth M. Malfoy
Draco A. Malfoy
Blaise V. Zabini
Theodore H. Nott

"I can't believe you wrote that!" Elizabeth exclaimed, throwing the pen down, causing a small drop of ink to splash on Draco's hand.

"So are you going to write another one?" Blaise asked, green eyes sparkling.

"What do you think?"

"No."

The three boys laughed, and Elizabeth rolled her eyes.

"I bored. Let's go to Knockturn Alley," said Draco. He got up and walked to his fireplace, and grabbed a bunch of green powder. "Well, are you coming?"

"Fine. Let me send this first." She put the letter in a silvery envelope and tied it to an owls' leg. "Ok."

Four 'Knockturn Alley's resounded as each one stepped into the stone fireplace.

"What do you want, Beth?" Blaise asked slyly.

"I want a lot of things. What do you want to get me?" Elizabeth replied casually.

"I don't know a necklace or something…"

"I want a house."

"What? Sorry, I have my limits, Beth, if you didn't know."

"But then, I also want controlling interest in the Falmouth Falcons." She shifted the rack of rather expensive dresses. "But you'll have to settle for buying me this." She picked a dress.

"Aren't you even going to try it on first?"

"No. You can't see it. It's for your seventh year thing."

"Well I'm not paying," he looked at the price, "500 galleons for a dress that you haven't even tried on."

"Oh, fine." Elizabeth walked through a door which led to what looked like a small dressing room. In fact, it was very large and it even had a little bed in it. She quickly put on the black and gold dress (Chanel for Wizards), and put a Good-fit charm on it. The dress now clung in all of the right places, and undoubtedly, she looked stunning. Very quickly, she changed back. She didn't want Blaise to see her, even though he was probably already watching. She felt another presence watching her.

"Are you happy now?"

"I don't know. Does it fit?"

"Of course it fits, that's why I picked it out in the first place."
"You're welcome," said Blaise as he was purchasing the pricey dress. Elizabeth leaned up and kissed him.

"Thank you," she whispered.