Serella sat there in silence for what seemed to be an eternity with all the demonic masks staring at her, waiting for Draco to

Serella sat there in silence for what seemed to be an eternity with all the demonic masks staring at her, waiting for Draco to come back. She didn't like being in this house, and didn't like being alone in it even more. The walls were oozing with dark magic and though it was a silly fear, she dreaded being contaminated by the houses contents.

Malfoy returned a few minutes later with his well known Slytherin pet hooked on his arm. Pansy Parkinson, a dog faced pale girl who was always attached at Malfoy's hip. The rumors around Hogwarts were never that they were dating or a couple, Draco didn't do relationships, but that she was his backup when he didn't have a date or a new girl to spend time with. When she first heard these rumors, Sere felt sorry for the girl being used like that, but after one dialogue with her felt that they deserved one another.

"Change of plans Gyles, I need a fix, so I won't be in need of your services today." He didn't look at the girl dumbly twirling her hair while clinging onto his arm as he spoke. Pansy never seemed to notice that Draco was really repulsed by her and only kept her around because she was easy and nothing more.

"Whatever Malfoy, just remember that it's you that needs this, not me." She had mixed emotions about the situation, not only did she feel like she was wasting her time at even attempting to teach him something but she was also relieved that she didn't have to spend any more time in the horrible place he called a house.

Sere quickly gathered her things, ignoring them as they walked hastily up to what she assumed was Draco's bedroom, but quickly pushed all those thoughts out of her head as she wrapped her cloak around herself.

By the time she returned to her own less creepy home, it was only 11am, a very disappointing time to be home. Despite the terrible company she was glad to be out of her own home for the tiniest amount of time. She now had nothing to do, having had prepared a weeks worth of lesson plans for Malfoy already the previous night due to boredom.

She sighed, piling her things up on the kitchen counter and picked up the small hand written note from her grandmother.

Honey, hope the tutoring went well. We just wanted to let you know again that we're proud of you. Your grandfather and I have taken Owen into town to look for a job and probably won't be home until late. There's a casserole in the fridge in case you're hungry. With Love, Jetta.

It was shorter than her grandmothers' usual notes that were more like letters whenever she left them. But she didn't think anything of it as she put the note back under the watermelon magnet on the refrigerator before gathering her things and heading back upstairs.

Spike was no where to be found in her room, probably still on his journey to Harry's house with her latest letter, but now she regretted not waiting just a little longer to write him now that she actually had the time. She officially had nothing to do. Hermione was probably busy with Roger today, in almost as much discomfort as she had been a few minutes ago, there was no way she could contact Harry or Ron now that Spike was gone, and the whole house was empty.

Bored and desperate Serella grabbed her journal from her desk and seated herself in the cushioned window sill that over looked the majority of her grandparents' property. But just as she had put her pen to the paper, a shine from below caught her eye.

Her grandparents' car was still in the driveway. Not only was that odd but it was also worrisome. Owen didn't have a car and Jetta never went into town with hers. It was a good thirty minute drive, impossible for two elderly people to walk.

Though every part of her experience in the wizarding world in the past couple of years told her that something wasn't right, she just couldn't jump to conclusions. It was un ethical and dangerous to get excited about something that could very well be nothing. She worried though and couldn't focus on anything else for the rest of the day.

Serella completely forgot about eating lunch and dinner and spent the day pacing and waiting up in her room. Something just didn't feel right about that car still being in the driveway. She tried to think of every explanation that could be a good reason as to why it was still there. But the buses didn't have a stop anywhere near the house, taxi's didn't come this far out of town, and neither Simon or Jetta had friends that were healthy enough to drive. All of them were older than they were by many years and didn't even have their children looking after them anymore.

Sick with worry and unable to really do anything useful, she took a nice hot bath before sneaking into her grandfathers medicine (or potion) cabinet in their bathroom and took the bottle of a good sleeping potion. It didn't take long for it to take affect on her, and with a last glance out at the car, she drifted off into a dreamless, motionless sleep.