Wand
Sitting at the table off to himself Draco hummed appreciatively as he dug into his hot dinner.
He had accidentally missed lunch while unpacking his things and his body was more than eager to let him know of its disapproval.
His room was too large and too empty this year. He had it to himself since he was one of the very, very few Slytherin who had chosen to return and complete his seventh year and the quiet was sure to drive him mad.
As he popped a piece of meat into his mouth he felt a presence beside him and he glanced to his left to see a mess of blonde-white hair sitting next to him gathering food onto a plate.
Draco quirked an eyebrow and the girl looked over to meet his eyes.
"Can I help you Lovegood?" He could hear the annoyance in his own voice, but he was hungry and tired and really didn't want to deal with anyone giving him a hard time again.
He had been dealing with crap from people all day, and it was only day one! Why did he think returning was a good idea again?
She flashed him a bight smile like she had so many times in the dungeon.
"You looked to be all alone, I thought you could use some company." She was so cheerful, he couldn't help but to believe her motive, which caused his shoulders to droop slightly as he relaxed. At least she wasn't here to hassle him as he assumed someone he had held captive for so many months would want to do.
He nodded his head looking down at his food. "I'm just fine thank you, I don't need your pity."
She continued to smile, just looking at him. He could feel her eyes boring into him and when he looked back up meeting her eyes she spoke breaking the silence that had settled between them.
"After last year, no one deserves to be alone Draco, even if you think you want to be."
He was stunned silent, she had basically told him regardless of what he wanted she wasn't moving!
And her sense of familiarity never ceased to flabbergast him.
He huffed but didn't attempt to further argue seeing it as a pointless task.
When the small girl had gathered everything she wanted to eat she placed her plate on the table and dug into the food as if she hadn't eaten in ages.
When he knew she was happily distracted he decided to more closely inspected her.
Her hair, now that it was clean and free from the grime of the dungeons, was the color of sunshine. Wavy and almost to the top of her lower back.
Her eyes were the color of molten silver, shining bright against her porcelain skin.
She was petite, but seemed to have gained back a little weight and looked much less 'starving orphan' like now.
While admiring the way the light reflected in her golden locks something brown and pointy caught his eye.
What was that slightly poking out from behind her ear?
Was that?
With sudden realization he smirked.
The strange girl.
What an odd place to carry ones wand.
