A/N:Sorry it's soooo short, but I keep getting caught up in Thanksgiving and decorating for Christmas...
"Sorry. I just didn't expect that. It doesn't help one of the kids left a… what is it? Spake? Anyway, I slipped on it." Mrs. Weasley commented.
She kicked a blue roller-blade under the old and dusty yellow bedspread. The underside of the bed was inhabited by old books, parchment, quills, and clothing. The pillow and sheets were messed up, like the last person to use it was enraged.
The blade was broken; it only had three wheels, and the last wheel was sitting halfway down the corridor -- waiting for someone to trip over it.
A new piece of parchment lay next to a box of school-books. "Who's is this, now?" said Mrs. Weasley, picking up the list.
"Oh! That's mine, Grandma!" Lili charged through the many shaking and puzzled faces. Mrs. Weasley gave it to her, and smiled.
"Only one place for this -- Diagon Alley." She added, like she'd wanted to say that for a long time.
AT DIAGON ALLEY
Emerging from Flourish and Blotts, Harry with the four kids were looking for Hermione, Ron, and Ginny. They got to take them to Ollivanders. He whipped around, and ran into Ginny, closely followed by Ron and Hermione.
"Before we go to Ollivanders, let's have some ice cream and tea." She smiled, and pulled Harry to the nearest ice cream parlor.
When they sat down, tea and ice cream scented through their nostrils, an all-too-unpleasant-and-familiar voice went off behind Ron. "Well, the Weasel and the Mudblood."
Ron sneered, "Malfoy?" He shoved his chair back purposely, and Malfoy crashed to the floor.
"Why you –" Malfoy lifted his wand, but was interrupted by a small first-year tugging his robes. She had white-blonde hair, blue eyes, and was pointing to Sophie and murmuring to Malfoy.
"Samantha!" Sophie jumped from her chair, and greeted Samantha happily. "I haven't seen you since you moved in February! We have so much to catch up on!"
Even though Samantha was Draco's daughter, and was extremely short for an eleven-year-old, she had to be one of the cheeriest people around.
"Samantha! Are you saying you're friends with this – this – Mudblood heir?" Draco snarled.
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