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Draco pondered just how his life had changed to the point where he willingly plunged himself into the depths of muggle society. Granted, he was only following the two girls ahead of him because if he were to do otherwise, he's be lost in seconds, but still, it just wasn't right!

After running down innumerable streets and alleys, shirt tails flapping, they came to a bare stretch of wall. Sam tapped several bricks and the wall opened in front of him. Draco just stared at them,

"What?" Sam asked, "This city WAS originally colonized by the British, why shouldn't it use some of their tricks too?"

Draco looked around for the Ministry owl that had never shown up. "Shouldn't you be getting an owl?" he asked.

"What?"

"An owl? A messenger? A letter telling you that as an underage witch, you shouldn't be using magic?"

Sam looked confused, but Alex's face morphed into one of understanding. "Oh, that! No, we don't have that here." She said. "That's only in the areas with smaller populations. In the cities it's assumed that you'll need spells to get around. Younger students are restricted to spells that aren't very noticeable, but the older years are allowed to use most spells. Besides," she said, "we're of age. Sam just had her seventeenth birthday last week."

"Anyway," Sam said, "it's not like anyone in the city actually pays attention to other people." She snorted. "You could dance around like a loony and no one would take more then a second look at you, they'll just assume you're crazy or have a hidden camera."

"A what?" Draco asked, unfamiliar with the muggle term.

"Never mind." Sam said, pushing him towards the opening in the wall, "we have work to do."

Ignoring Draco's protest, Alex grabbed his upper arm, dragging him through the small doorway. Draco felt his jaw drop as he stepped through said door; he had been expecting to walk into something like Diagon ally. Instead, Draco found himself walking into a small clothing shop.

"A clothing shop?" Draco asked, slightly shocked.

Alex nodded. "Yup, and when their closed, the bricks just stay a brick wall. Great way to prevent thief." she said as she began flicking through the clothes on the rack.

Her eyes lit up as she came upon a bright pink shirt that had snow white ruffles along the cuffs and down the center. "Oh god!" she exclaimed, and Draco was about to agree with her exclamation until she said "This is perfect for you Draco!"

Draco's face contoured into one of disgust as he stared at the horrid shirt. "You must be kidding me." Draco managed, not once taking his eyes off it, in fear that if he did, Alex would wrestle it onto him.

"No, no, no, Draco. I'm perfectly serious." Alex said with a shrug. "Things like this are all the rage here."

Just as Alex held it out for Draco to take, Sam poked her head up over another rack and smirked. "Alex, I may be mean…but at least I'm not into cruel and unusual punishment. I mean that's just" -Sam's face cringed- "mean."

Alex's face broke into a huge grin. "Isn't it though?"

Draco's grey eyes narrowed in anger. So they were trying to make a fool of him? Well Draco Malfoy was not one to be made a fool.

Slipping his wand from his sleeve, Draco decided to see if the girls had been telling the truth about the whole spell thing. Within seconds Alex was yelling in protest as the shirt she had been holding out to him attempted to force itself on over her head. Draco snickered from behind the rack as the shirt chased her around the store, knocking over racks of clothes.

Snorting, Sam pulled out her wand and flicked it towards the rampaging shirt. "Honestly, you forget you're a witch at the worst of times." Alex glared back from where she was strangling the pink, ruffled shirt.

"That'll be fifty-three ninety seven please."

Draco turned back in time to see a store clerk extend a hand towards Alex.

"What?" she asked, staring up at the clerk, pink ruffles forgotten between her hands.

"The price of that shirt you've just mauled is fifty-three ninety-seven." He said, adding "plus tax." As an after-thought.

"You can't be serious!" she yelled, trying to straighten the shirt and smooth the wrinkles from it. He shook his head, face held in a perfect semblance of serious-ness. Withdrawing her wand, Alex flicked it towards the offending shirt, muttering something under her breath as the wrinkles shook themselves free of the shirt. "Forget it." She muttered, hurring over towards where Sam and Draco were standing before grabbing them both by the arm and hauling them out of the store.

"Guess we can forget shopping there for awhile then." Sam muttered from Dracos' left.

"They were over-priced anyways, and their clothes always came out ratty when you took them out of the wash." Alex muttered back, continuing to drag the two of them away from the shop.

"Where are we going?" Sam asked, glancing around as Alex dragged them down a new street, grip not letting up. Draco tried to wiggle away from her clutches, if she held on much longer his arm would be start to bruise.

"Heart of the city." She said, letting got of their arms before darting into a crowd as it crossed another, busier road.

Sam smiled. "Perfect." She said before darting after Alex.

Draco followed, trying to keep up in the crowd as he ran after the two girls.

Heart of the City, it turned out, was yet another shop. 'A rather large one in fact.' Draco thought as he looked around.

Draco walked into the shop, and found him self quickly abandoned. Alex had walked over to the boy at the counter and Sam had disappeared into the rows of clothing. Frowning, Draco decided that it would be safest to go over to Alex. The thought of wandering around a muggle clothing shop frightened him.

"So yeah, some kid actually came." Alex said, a gin plastering her face.

Arching a blond eye brow, Draco sneered "I would be that some body."

But the black haired boy didn't seem to hear Draco; instead he was busy trying to breath through his fit of laughter. So Alex explained what was so funny. "Don't worry Draco, we're not making fun of you. It's just surprising that you came to Canada."

"Why would that be?" Draco asked, suspicious.

"Well you see, Marco here was the one who made the pamphlet."

Draco's eyebrows shot up. "You're the one who came up with that ghastly thing?" Draco wondered if the boy was on crack.

Draco's comment only made Marco laugh even harder. Alex herself grinned a little. "Well you see Draco, the only reason the teachers wanted to have this program was to get extra money for the school, because, well, their a bunch of money hungry assholes. And as the rebels of the student body, my self and my friends decided to take it upon ourselves to…improve the pamphlet to ensure that no one in their right mind would ever want to get involved with our school. Thus, the teachers get no money, and we win."

Marco stopped laughing long enough to say "We even had to break into the printing place to replace the real one with the fake one."

Alex nodded. "So you can imagine our surprise when someone decided to take up our offer." Alex paused for a moment before asking "Why did you come to Canada anyway?"

Draco sniffed, brushing an invisible piece of dirt off his sleeve. "Perhaps I wished to expand my horizons." He said, avoiding eye contact.

"Nah." Said Marco, eyeing Draco's expensive clothes. "A rich kid like you couldn't be THAT desperate to expand his horizons. What's your real reason?"

Draco looked down his nose at the black haired bloke, offended.

"Ah," he said, nodding, "problems with the 'rents huh?" Draco stared at him. Noticing Dracos' silence, Marco smiled, "Relax dude, everyone wants to escape now and then."

"I-er, have no idea what you're talking about." Draco said, annoyed that he'd been reduced to meaningless babbling.

Alex rolled her eyes. "Oh they couldn't possibly be that bad."

Draco cleared his throat "Yes…well. Didn't we come here to get me a proper disguise? We should really get started."

Frowning, Alex said "I suppose."

Draco began to sweat at the evil glint in both Alex and Marco's eyes…

1 hour later

Draco sighed as he lugged the heavy bags at his sides; he was now wearing a pair of dark blue jeans and a far too tight t-shirt. (Or at least that's the muggle term Alex had called it.) In his own opinion, Draco -like his new 'friends'- was now a fashion disaster. At least he looked like a muggle now.

Draco was so busy thinking about how coming to Canada had been a bad idea, he didn't notice that both Sam and Alex had stopped walking at the cross walk. Raising an eyebrow, Draco shook his head and kept walking. Within seconds, horns were blaring and his bags had gone flying.

He gulped, starring at the shiny, reflective surface of a vehicle not a hairs breath from his face.

"Idiot!" Sam yelled, yanking him off the road and back onto the sidewalk as Alex dashed out to retrieve his bags, waving a hasty thanks to the driver who'd paused long enough to let her.

"Are you fucking nuts?!?" She shrieked when she reached him, joining Sam in her yell-fest. "What the hell is wrong with you?"

Draco pondered the question for a second. "Well, that beastly contraption DID bruise my knees." He said, rubbing the offended area as if to prove his point. Sam hissed in irritation.

"Haven't you ever heard that unless the little man says walk, you don't fucking walk?" she said, straining to lower her voice so that people passing by didn't stare.

Draco stared at her; he hadn't heard or seen any 'little man' and said so.

Alex pinched the bridge of her nose while Sam took a deep breath. It was obvious to Draco that his new hosts were insane. Granted, not quite as destructively insane as the dark lord, but insane never-the-less. Perhaps it was similar to Dumbledores' type of insanity.

Sam took a deep breath as she pointed over across the street to a small yellow box where a large red hand was blinking at him. "You don't walk until that turns to a little man!"

"The box?" Draco asked, staring at Sam. She couldn't honestly expect him to believe the box turned into a leprechaun.

"No dummy, the picture IN the little box, see?" Draco looked over and was surprised to see the small box now displayed a picture of a walking man.

"When the little man says walk, you walk." Alex said, beginning to cross the road.

"And when the little man DOESN'T say walk you stay the hell where you are and don't fucking walk!" Sam said, swearing more then usual in her annoyance.

Draco said nothing, following the two girls across the road. This time he kept an eye on the yellow box, fingering his wand in his pocket. If it decided to try and change back into a red hand while he was walking, he would hex it so fast, it wouldn't know what hit it. Too busy watching the small box, he didn't notice when Alex shoved all his bags of clothes at him.

"Here." She said. "Worst come to worst, it'll cushion the important bits next time you decide to j-walk."

Draco decided not to dignify that comment with an answer. Instead he silently plotted his revenge against the stupid muggle box.

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