Kat POV
I walk away from the human glow stick and Neeks, wondering what in Merlin's underpants is wrong with them?
Will is being secretive and closed off while Nico hugged me (!?) it's like they swapped personalities.
Miss Hannigan grunts when she sees me. "You're late."
"Lovely to see you-" I begin before noticing the three white-blonde heads walking towards me.
"Elladora." Lucius greets, sneering at Miss Hannigan.
Miss Hannigan (probably noticing Naricssas diamond necklace) suddenly changes demeanour. "Nice to meet you, my name is-"
I block her out. Why are they here?
"Hello." Narcissa greets rudely, a disgusted expression appearing on her features while talking to Miss Hannigan.
I'm usually all for being rude to Miss Hannigan, but they're doing it for all the wrong reasons. They think she's scum because she's a muggle! She's scum for completely unrelated reasons!
"Why did you call Kat Elladora?" Miss Hannigan asks, turning to Useless.
He pauses, staring at me intently.
"Uh it's my birth name." I answer. "These are my biological parents and brother." I explain, looking over at the smug Draco.
She looks surprised, before sending me a glare to say: we're talking about this later.
That'll be fun.
"Perhaps you wouldn't mind if Elladora visits us in the summer?" Narcissa asks.
"I'll visit when Lucifer isn't there." I say, glaring at Lucius.
Lucius's face turns into a mixture of sadness and anger.
"Perhaps we should talk about this another time." Draco suggests.
"Alright." I agree. "We should go. Bye Ferret face, Mother, Lucifer."
Draco rolls his eyes. "Expect my owl to pay you a visit."
Miss Hannigan's face gains a look of horror.
"Sure. Miss Hannigan loves owls." I say.
They look confused, as if wondering who Miss Hannigan is, but Miss Hannigan just glares at me.
"Let's go." She says gruffly.
A week into the holidays I'm bored out of my mind. It is July 5th and I am bored. My foster siblings are all off with their friends, leaving me all alone with a passed out Miss Hannigan.
I make a quick decision, putting on a pair of denim shorts and a baggy black shirt with: "Everybody wants to be a Kat, because Kat's the only Kat that knows where it's at" and a cartoon of a cat playing a trumpet.
I grin, throwing on my leather jacket and grabbing my bag and broomstick and walk out the door.
I got a lot of odd looks on my way, but eventually I reach the Leaky Cauldron, where I find the floo.
Nico had mentioned the floo before. Honestly I only remember it because it gave me hope that Santa's real.
I grab some of the powder and throw it into the fireplace, before yelling. "MALFOY MANOR!" and sticking my head in.
I see a luxurious living room with silk drapes and furniture that looks like it's worth more than my house.
"HEY FERRETT FACE! OPEN THE FLOO!" I yell.
After a minute Draco walks into the room looking rather surprised to see my head floating in his fireplace.
"Ella? What the bloody hell are you doing here?"
"I was bored and invited." I say. "You going to let me in or what?"
He sighs, a small smile on his lips, before waving his wand.
"You can now enter." He tells me.
I jump through, feeling like Santa.
"HO! HO! HO! AND A MERRY CHRISTMAS!" I exclaim, confusing him.
"Muggle reference." I shrug, making him roll his eyes.
"What are you wearing?" he snorts. "And why do you have your broom?"
"Muggle reference." I say, making him wrinkle his nose.
"Is your entire life a muggle reference?"
"Why yes it is." I say, thinking of Disney's Anastasia. "As for the broom. I thought we could play a round of seekers."
He smiles. "I would like a chance to beat you. Perhaps you could use your own broom this time."
I snort. "As if you could beat me."
"I thought you might have been here for our birthday not mere boredom, but I'll still happily beat you in a round of seekers." He tells me.
I freeze. "It's our birthday?"
He looks a bit surprised as well. "You really don't remember?"
I shake my head. "I always just used Halloween as my birthday."
A sad expression appears on his face. "Well that day was anything but a celebration for me." He says sadly. "Anyway mother and Father will want to see you. Mother was just about to send an owl with your presents."
"Presents?" I ask. "I didn't expect…"
"Well you didn't know it was your birthday, now did you?" he teases. "They should be in the living room."
"Aren't we in the living room?" I ask, confused.
"We're in the east wings living room, they're in the norths." He shrugs.
My eyes widen. "HOW BIG IS THIS PLACE?"
After leaving my broom in the Quidditch pitch (REALLY?!) I make my way to the north wing living room (bloody posh buggers)
Draco signals for me to wait at the door.
"Mother, Father, you'll never guess who just floo'd in." I hear Draco say.
"Who?" Narcissa asks.
I walk through the door. "Everyone's favourite daughter. Sorry Draco, but I'm prettier than you."
Draco rolls his eyes and Lucius and Narcissa smile.
"How lovely of you to join us today, Elladora." Narcissa says, leaning down to kiss my forehead.
Lucius gives me a small smile. "It is quite good to see you again."
I give him a tight-lipped smile. "Perhaps this visit can go without the unforgivable curses?"
There's an awkward silence.
"So seekers?" I ask.
"Let's go." Draco says awkwardly, giving our parents a small nod.
After ten rounds of Seekers (where I beat Draco in six of them) we go in for a late lunch.
A quivering House elf brings out a roast pig and roasted vegetables (damn, I usually just have a sandwich)
I thank the elf, almost giving him a heart attack. Poor guy.
I then start piling my plate with the potatoes and vegetables.
I turn to the elf whimpering in the corner of the room. "Excuse me, were the vegetables cooked separately from the meat?"
The elf nods nervously.
"Thank you." I say, making it's eyes widen.
The Malfoys raise their eyebrows at me, while one of the elves serves them.
"Aren't you going to have any of the pork? Though I must say the elves did not cook it very well." Lucius sneers, glaring at the elves.
I look at what I think is perfectly cooked pig and raise my eyebrows. "I'm sure they did a wonderful job, but I don't eat meat."
They all look at me in surprise.
"Why not?" Narcissa asks, looking utterly confused.
"I consider it cruel." I answer, eating a potato.
Draco face palms, while the others look even more confused.
"Soon you'll be apologizing for steeping on the grass." Draco sighs, making me throw a potato at him.
"I have received several letters for you two starting food fights at Hogwarts, I am not having you start one here." Narcissa scolds, looking a bit amused.
"Those were all his fault." I grumble.
After lunch Narcissa has one of the elves bring out my presents (Draco had opened all of his this morning)
They give me lots of rather expensive looking robes, Quidditch supplies, tickets to the Hallow Head Harpies next game, lots of sweets, and more galleons than I can count.
Draco gives me three journals: one yellow, one black and one blue.
I give him an odd look. "I know you like to use father as your diary, but why do I need three of them?"
Lucius supresses a chuckle, while Draco just glares.
"They're for you and your… friends." He explains, sneering at the mention of my friends. "I have already set them to suit your friends. Of course if you have grown taste, they can be reset."
I glare at him. "Firstly my friends are awesome, secondly why? Nico isn't really the 'dearest diary my crush talked to me today' type." I tell him, making him snort.
"They're for communication. Whatever you write in one will appear in the others. If you want to send your message to only one of them then just write their name."
I smile, before hugging him. "Thanks."
"I was going to make Solace's brown to match his dirty blood but I decided against it." He tells me with a grin.
I punch him in his arm. "Be nice."
"You're friends with a mudblood?" Lucius sneers.
I glare at him. "I know it's difficult for your tiny brain to pronounce words correctly, but he's a muggleborn."
"What are their names?" Narcissa asks, seemingly holding back her own sneer.
"Nico Di Angelo and Will Solace." I answer. "And yes Nico is from an Old Italian pureblood line, but don't worry he's very much a blood traitor."
They sneer, before Lucius says. "Isn't he the one who somehow apparated into our home?"
"I never did get an explanation for that." Draco points out.
Oh right.
"Odd, I don't plan on giving you one." I smirk.
"Also you never told us why you were here" Narcissa points out.
"Looking for proof you opened the chamber i had some on my phone unfortunately it got fried when the big snake turned me into a statue" I tell them truthfully knowing there's no point lying.
After I left Malfoy Manor (refusing their invitation to stay longer) I visit the shop in Diagon Alley where Draco said I could buy more journals and add to the link. Once I had bought one for Alex I make my way back to Miss Hannigan's.
A few hours later when Alex gets home she finds me in our room.
"Hey witch bitch." She greets, before noticing the giant pile of presents.
"Dude, did Santa finally find us?" She asks, taking one of my chocolate frog, and putting it in her moth.
She starts screaming when it jumps out of her mouth. "THE HELL?!"
I smirk at her, before dramatically saying. "MAGIC!"
She rolls her eyes.
"So what did you rob the magic alley?"
"Nope, and I am insulted you haven't said happy birthday yet." I tell her, pouting.
She raises her eyebrow. "It's not Halloween and you don't know when your actual birthday is."
"No, but my evil twin does." I say, throwing her a packet of ever flavour beans.
I had taken until after I was unpetrified to tell Alex about the Malfoys. I trust her with my life, but I guess the idea of telling her kind of made it seem more real.
"Oh, Happy birthday then." She says eating a bean, before spitting it out. "WHY DID THAT TASTE LIKE EAR WAX?"
"Do you spend a lot of time eating your ear wax?" I ask quizzically.
She glares at me.
"Read the box, dummy. They're called EVERY flavour beans for a reason."
She shudders. "You wizards are cruel sons of bitches."
She finally notices the triple decker cake that the Malfoys gave me. "Is something going to jump out and attack me?"
I shake my head and she grabs a handful of the cake and starts eating. "Mmmm chocolate."
"Charming." I mutter, before remembering what I bought "I got something for you."
I pull out the red and blue journals, handing her the red one.
"A diary?"
"A magical diary." I tell her.
She freezes. "Please tell me there's no old guy's soul in it?"
"Nope." I smirk, pulling out a pen and writing in my journal.
Dear Alex: Sup muggle.
Alex let out an excited squeal when she sees what's on the page.
"MAGIC FACEBOOK!" she cheers.
"Just one downside." I grumble. "Draco saved my name as Elladora."
Alex smirks. "Who says that's a downside, Ellie?"
I glare at her, before eating my own handful of cake.
The next morning I send Draco my present to him: A black muggle shirt saying: I'm not racist I hate everybody as well as many muggle sweets I could find, and a card with Robert Downy Jr's face and the quote "May your birthday be as awesome as I am"
Over the next three weeks I spend a lot of my time owling Draco, The Weasley twins, the golden trio and my other friends from school, but Nico never replies! (DEAD MAN) and when Will does like last summer it is incredibly vague (-_-) and talking to Sadie with a magic bowl of oil (!?)
It's about six weeks into the holidays and I still have no idea what any of this potions homework even means. Did Snape write it in Latin to piss me off?
Suddenly I hear a pop! Outside my door. Did Jenna blow up our dinner or something?
I open the door to see an adorable elderly house elf with large cheerful eyes and a clean neatly made pillow case with an unfamiliar family crest.
"Are you Kat?" She asks cheerfully, with a thick Italian accent.
"Yea…" I answer, confused. Did the Malfoys send her?
She squeals excitedly. "Master Nico sent Vergo to serve Mistress Kat while he is overseas."
Master Nico? When did that son of a bitch get a house elf?
"Is that from Nico?" I ask, pointing to the letter in her hand.
She hands it to me, still smiling.
She's a lot more cheerful than any of the Malfoy's elves.
I tear open the letter to see Nico's familiar scrawl.
Dear Kat
Sorry I haven't written over the summer, I am very much indisposed. I am travelling the world with distant relatives and found myself in my old family home from when we lived in Italy where I found Vergo. Since I cannot stay I have told her to stay with you for the rest of the holidays and serve you. I'm really sorry, but she's been alone for seventy years I don't want her to be alone any longer. She'll be working at Hogwarts when the year begins.
Your apologetic friend: Nico Di Angelo.
I raise my eyebrows at his vague explanation. He's a pureblood, we're probably distant relatives.
I look down at Vergo's smiling face. "Alright, but muggles live here so you've got to be careful not to let anyone but me…" I begin, picking up a picture of me and Alex off my bedside table. "And her."
Vergo nods excitedly. "Is there anything Mistress would like Vergo to do?"
I can tell that Vergo is very eager to work. Poor cutie probably hasn't done anything in seventy years.
'How about our bedroom? I don't think it's been cleaned since it was built."
She nod happily, before skipping into my room.
While she cleans the remnants of the cake I ate at the beginning of the holidays, I get back to my potions homework.
About an hour later I hear a strangled scream come from the doorway.
"WHERE DID YOU GET A SANTAS ELF?!" Alex yells, staring at Vergo.
"Nico's lending her to me. Isn't she a cutie?" I chuckle.
Her eyes bulge. "I thought you hate the whole house elf enslavement?"
Vergo shakes her head. "Vergo's not a slave. The Di Angelo family insisted on paying Vergo. Vergo has a vault in Italy, though I wish not to use it."
I smile. "See! And I already offered to free her twice."
The elf starts muttering "No freeing, no freeing."
Alex nods, flopping onto her bed. "So where are we hiding her? Miss Hannigan has some serious acid trips, but even this is a bit far."
I snort. "The Stevenson's are away for the rest of the holidays. I'm sure they won't mind Vergo sleeping there, as long as she hides all evidence of course."
The elf nods, and Alex smirks.
"So she does whatever we want?"
I smirk evilly at her, before turning to Vergo.
"Vergo, may I please have a chocolate frappe with cream?"
She nods eagerly, and disappears with a pop!
A second later she reappears with two large chocolate drinks with cream.
"Excellent." Alex breathes, taking a sip of her drink.
When I get back from the movies I see Draco standing in the entrance hall.
"Is Elladora home at the moment?!" he asks one of the portraits hanging on the wall.
The portrait doesn't react, angering Draco.
"It is rude to not reply when someone speaks to you." He huffs. "What about Katerina Williams? Where is her room?"
The doorman seems to be dismissing Draco as another kid who got into their mothers special brownies.
"Hey dumbass!" I call, getting his attention.
"There you are! Nobody here would tell me the way to your room. Did I enter through the servant's entrance by mistake?" He sighs, walking towards me.
I burst into laughter. "Muggle portraits don't talk, dumbass. And the doorman thinks you've been inhaling too many potion fumes."
He turns red. "Oh, well you don't have a floo."
"Because we're muggles. By the way this isn't just my house, there are about thirty families living in this building."
He looks shocked. "But this is practically a shack? Are there enlargement charms?"
"Nope, no magic whatsoever. It's just divided into lots of very small houses." I grin, enjoying his confusion.
"Well let's go to your tiny house. This place is disgusting." He says, wrinkling his nose.
"Alright, follow me. Why are you here anyway? Felt like slumming it?" I ask, climbing up the rickety staircase.
"I'll explain when we're in private." He says, sneering at the passing muggles.
When I open the door to my apartment Draco gets a horrified look on his face.
"Is that a sofa is the same room as a kitchen?" he says in disgust.
"Yep." I grin.
He wrinkles his nose. "What is that smell? Has this place ever been cleaned?"
"Don't be rude. Vergo has been working hard to clean this place, but no magic is strong enough to remove the smell of vodka."
"Who's Vergo?"
"Nico's house elf." I explain, making him smile.
"Good. I thought you might have to clean up after yourself or something ridiculous like that."
I scoff. Spoiled brat.
He goes to sit down before changing his mind. "Anyway, are we alone? I can't image too many people live here."
"Just me, Miss Hannigan, Alex, Jenna, Maddie and Stella." I tell him, making his eyes widen.
"You're practically a Weasley." He sneers. "Back on topic: I decided to visit your… home to tell you that you have to stay with us for the rest of the holidays."
I raise my eyebrows. "No way in hell."
He sighs. "Didn't you hear of Sirius Black?"
"Some escaped murder off the muggle news with a ridiculous name." I shrug, making him roll his eyes.
"Not muggle. He escaped from Azkaban. No one escapes from Azkaban."
"Well shit." I mutter. "But why should I move in? He's not you know…"
"He's not the man who tried to kill you." Draco hisses, looking angry at the memory. "He was arrested for being the right hand man to the Dark Lord and killing twelve muggles and a wizard."
"What a dick!" I declare. "But why should it bother us? Father was a death eater too, they can have a tea party."
He scoffs. "It bothers us because the situation is very complicated. He is mother's first cousin. To say they hate each other would be an understatement."
"Ah." I murmur. "He wouldn't try to kill me for some ridiculous reason like I'm a filthy blood traitor and an insult to his family?"
He shrugs. "There are plenty of other blood traitors in the family. You're just the only one who hasn't been disowned."
"Really? Like who? And if why haven't I been? Hell I grew up in the muggle world. That's probably a lot worse than the others."
Draco sighs. "Mother's sister for one, she married a muggleborn, Mother took it as a personal betrayal. They haven't spoken since. And we already lost you once, no matter how horrible your upbringing and views are we're not going to lose you again." He explains, his voice turn quiet at the end.
I pull him into a hug. "Thanks, but seriously this disowning shit is bullshit."
He scoffs. "Andromeda risked ruining the family name. I have a half blood cousin because of her." He sneers, seeming disgusted by the idea.
"Ooohhh I do? What's their name? I want to have blood traitor tea parties with them?" I squeal.
"I don't know. I've never spoken to her." He sighs "Now will you please take staying with us under consideration?"
"Sorry Draco." I say. "I'll just have to get wards or something, besides in a month I'll be back at Hogwarts so I'll be fine."
He sighs
"Shouldn't you be visiting your ferret family?" Alex asks.
We're lazing on the roof of our apartment building, using our stolen fishing rods to steal peoples hats at they walk past. It's the second to last week of holidays and I've started to run out of things to do.
The sun had set and we were mostly getting hookers wraps and handbags… oopps.
"Nah, we're fighting. Apparently I'm not supposed to free all their house elves." I shrug.
She snorts. "What else did they expect?"
"Apparently I need to learn proper pureblood etiquette and to understand that all creatures are inferior to me." I mock.
She rolls her eyes.
We fall into silence. Lucius had been pretty pissed… which is more of a plus than anything.
"Do you think our neibour will mind that we stole his fishing rods?" Alex asks.
"He deserves it for hurting the poor fish." I shrug, reeling in another handbag.
"And you're just stealing from the poor hookers." Alex mutters, counting the dollar bills.
"We're throwing everything back!" I point out, taking the money from her hands and putting it back in the bag and throwing it back.
We're interrupted by horrible scream in the distance.
"HELLLPPP ME!" The voice screeches. "SOMEONE GET ME DOWN!"
I look up to see a large woman inflated to Charlie and the chocolate factory proportions.
I turn to Alex. "NOW THE FISH ARE BITING!"
We throw out our lines and yell at the woman to grab hold.
The woman seems to decide that there are no better option and attempts to grab hold of the line.
After about fifteen minutes we manage to catch the woman and pull her close enough to throw our neibours fishing net (which we also stole) over her and tie her to the roof.
The woman continues to scream, apparently not getting that we just rescued her.
"GET ME OUT OF THIS NET!"
"Calm down, Violet." I tell her, making Alex chuckle.
"IT'S MARGE!" She screams, trying to claw her way out.
"If we let you out you'll go flying again. Is that what you want?" Alex asks, still smirking.
The woman stops screaming, instead glaring at us.
"Good girl." Alex says as if talking to a dog.
"Now Alex, you stay and watch Marge. I'll get help." I say.
Marge seems to calm down. Apparently she prefers a grown up's help to two tweens. Rude.
As soon as I'm out of hearing distance I call out to Vergo.
With a pop! Vergo appears smiling at me.
"Hi Vergo!" I greet, still grinning from the fishing.
And people say fishing is boring.
"What do you do when you catch a balloon woman in a fishing net?" I ask.
"Is this a riddle?" she asks, looking confused.
"Nope." I grin. "But seriously, accidental magic, memory erasing. How do I help this lady?"
She looks thoughtful for a moment. "Vergo doesn't know much about British magical government. Perhaps Mistress should ask her mother?"
I groan.
"Okay Vergo. Can you please take me to Malfoy Manor?" I ask.
The elf nods and takes me by my arm.
For a moment I feel as though I am being sucked through a straw.
I find myself in one of the many living rooms where Narcissa is sitting on one of the (what I can only assume to be muggles skin) sofas, reading a book of controlling your pureblood daughters.
"Sup Mama Malfoy." I greet, bringing her attention away from her book.
"Oh Elladora." She greets with a smile. "I did not expect you to visit for some time considering what happened last week."
If I didn't know any better I'd think she looks amused.
"Have you brought us an elf to replace one of the ones who set free?" she asks, studying Vergo.
Vergo shudders next to me. Apparently she wasn't very fond of one of my ancestors.
"This is Nico's elf, I'm elf sitting while he's off travelling." I explain.
"Ah, I should hope you don't free his as well." Narcissa chides.
"If Vergo wants me to." I reply.
"No no no no. Vergo does not wish to be freed!" Vergo mutters next to me.
"Not that do not enjoy your company, but why are you here?" Narcissa asks.
"Who do you call when you find an inflated woman floating over your apartment and catch her in a fishing net?" I ask, making her raise her eyebrows.
"I would assume it's accidental magic done by someone in your area, so the accidental magic squad. I'll have Lucius call them for you." She tells me.
I gulp. "Is he still angry about the whole elf thing?"
"Very." She answers with a small smirk. "By the way our new elves have been given orders to serve you, but not to be able to be freed by you."
I pout. "Boo. I already bought a ton of socks."
She rolls her eyes, before getting up.
"I suggest you get back before the muggles notice the woman tied to your roof." She says, not being able to keep the amusement from her voice.
I smirk before turning back to Vergo.
It is now the last week of the holidays and sadly the wizards had taken away Marge, deflating and erasing her memory (such a shame)
"Can't I go to Diagon Alley again?" Alex pouts.
"You stay with Vergo. I'm going with the Malfoys… actually maybe I should bring you." I tell her.
She shudders. "I think I'll stay with Vergo."
"Fine, but no having her fan you and feed you grapes again!" I tell her.
She pouts. "It was one time!"
I roll my eyes. "Maybe she can help you with your homework."
"I love her, but she refers to herself in the third person. She's not going to be much use with my English homework." She points out.
"Aren't you taking Italian?" I point out, throwing my leather jacket over my new shirt.
"If you have a problem with my attitude dial 1-800-EAT SHIT"
I put my wand into my pocket and throw my wizarding money into my bag.
"Fine. Hey Vergo, how do you say: My annoying witch bitch of a sister can eat her own shit?"
"My annoying witch bitch of a sister can eat her own shit." Vergo translates happily.
I glare at Alex. "Don't make my innocent little elf swear!"
She rolls her eyes. "What about your innocent little sister?"
"You were corrupted long before we met." I shrug.
"Rude." She mutters, hanging me my bag.
When I arrive at the Leaky Cauldron the Malfoys are waiting for me.
"Couldn't you have worn your robes?" Lucius sneers.
"I had to walk through muggle London. I have a reputation to retain." I huff.
Draco scoffs. "As a sarcastic bitch?"
"EXACTLY!"
"You're not the only one with a reputation." Narcissa chides, handing me expensive more feminine version of Draco's robes.
I groan and go to the bathroom to change.
Such a waste of a good shirt.
As Draco and I leave the ice cream parlour, we notice Harry sitting on one of the tables doing his homework.
"Hey Harry!" I greet.
He freezes when he sees Draco. "Hey Kat... and Malfoy?"
Draco sneers at him. "Your family finally have enough of you so you had to move in here?" Draco mocks.
I wrack Draco hard over the head.
"Ignore the git." I say, before sitting next to him "Whatcha doing?"
He gives me a small smile, apparently Draco's words got to him a bit.
"Working on potions essay. I think Snape wrote the instructions in another language to annoy me." He chuckles.
"Tell me about it! it took me two weeks and a lot of Vergo's help to get mine finished." I say.
"Vergo?"
"House elf." I answer.
He looks a taken aback. "So you're staying with…"
"No." I say firmly. "I'm elf sitting Nico's. And before you say anything she is very well treated and can quit whenever she likes. She also gets paid."
I hear Draco snort from behind me.
"Elladora, are you going to sit around all day and consort with the riffraff?" Draco drawls.
"Are you going to stand around all day and be a dick?" I shoot back.
Harry chuckles next to me. "Some things never change." He mutters.
"It was nice to see you Harry, but I should get going. Apparently I need to get new robes since my second hand ones are not appropriate for someone of my class." I mock. "Plus they're too small."
He smiles, and I follow after Draco.
On our way out of Madam Malkins I hear a familiar voice.
"Grandmother, do you think I could buy another Herbology book? I've already read this one three times." Neville asks.
"Very well." A strict woman in a vulture hat with a red handbag answers.
Ignoring the horror that is her hat I walk over to Neville.
"Hello." I smile. "You must be his grandmother."
She gives me a small smile. 'Yes, and you are?"
"Elladora Malfoy." Draco answers for me.
I notice his grandmother's expression tighten. "Neville and I should be going."
"Oh, alright then." I say, confused.
Neville gives me an apologetic smile as he leaves.
His grandmother probably isn't very fond of my family. I can't blame her, most of the time I'm not either.