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Miriam and Ookamay
A house elf stood over a blonde boy in a great 4 poster bed.
She had a snow white rag rapped around herself like a dress and would have been considered very beautiful to a house elf.
Her eyes were wide and shining and looked almost anime; they possessed a deep dark colour of hazel.
She was middle aged in house elf standards and looked a little more human if that was possible.
It was said she had some great great great grandparents that were elven, but she would never know for sure. Her voice was not that of a house elf, but of a very well spoken woman, not at all high and squeaky.
She belonged to "Master Draco" and he and her were very good friends, she called him Draco, and he called her Mir Mir, though her name was Miriam.
She held a small cup of water and was slowly tipping it to its side; the water came closer to the edge of the cup, one drop fell on his face. His eyes quickly opened and she was so close she could see his pupils adjusting to the light, getting bigger and then smaller.
"Mir Mir?" He mumbled.
"Come on Draco, get up!" The cup vanished and she jumped of the bed busying her self with the fire place.
Draco groaned then got to his feet. He was in a new set of cloths in an instant, a black pair of genes and a dark green shirt.
He walked over to the window, the curtains had already been pulled back and outside was a brilliant scene of white, every inch of the ground, every tree, every hedge had a thick coat of snow over it.
Bird prints were showing through the icy blanket and the sun was shining dully, as if even it self were cold and was trying to break the frost.
Draco turned around sadly; his father would never let him go outside, not after last night.
Miriam turned around and looked at him with her arms folded; soot was on her face and hands, her pure white rag now grey and splashed with the soot.
"You do realise you have a great fat bruise on your face don't you?"
His eyes widened, he ran to the tall mirror with its gold frame, and sure enough, an ugly bluish black bruise was shining on his cheek. "Oh no!" His father would be angry to see it; he never liked to see imperfection, even though he caused it.
"Come here" Miriam walked briskly over to Draco. "Come on, I'll fix it for you" She motioned for him to knell down, so he did.
She waved her sooty hands over his face and after a time it had vanished.
He looked at his reflection in the mirror. "Oh Mir Mir!" He sank down and gave her a huge hug.
"All right! Don't suffocate me!" He pulled away. "Sorry"
"Next time I may not help you, Draco you get yourself into these situations-"He made a motion that he going to argue, she waved him off.
"I know it's not your fault and I know he is the one certainly in the wrong but you've lived with it, we both have for so long that now all we can do is try to stay on his good side"
He nodded "I know"
She smiled warmly "I have things to be getting on with, what are you going to do?"
He thought, Crabbe and Golye were certainly going to get a mouthful. "I think I'm going to mail my friends" He said in a falsely sweet voice. "And as you said, stay in my father's good books"
"Good" and with that, she was gone with a loud "POP"
He sat down at his huge mahogany desk, great detail carved in the legs and round the edge of the table top. A piece of crisp parchment lay on its shining surface and a fine feather quill lay by that, a pot of ink was waiting to be used.
Draco picked up the quill with usual grace and wrote the words "To Vincent Crabbe" his writing was tall and slanted, fitting for a boy of his up-bringing.
He wrote with a fierce passion.
I am hopping you realise just a how idiotic you were last night, acting rash and getting yourself drunk. Also I want you to know that because of your actions, and by making me stay late, you got me in trouble with my father.
In the fear of sounding childish I say this, our friendship had ceased until I receive a promise that you will never drink such a vile drink again and you apologise to me, though I received a worse reprimand from my father it's a start.
From Draco Malfoy
He signed it and wrote the same to Golye, then he called for his owl.
As he was waiting he rolled them up and tied them with delicate green ribbon, what he always did when he wrote letters, the green ribbon was his signature trait.
The as he looked out side to the winter scene a beautiful and magnificent eagle owl came soaring through the sky, Draco smiled and opened the window, the owl soared in, circled the room once, and then landed on Draco's shoulder.
It nipped Draco's collar affectionately and hooted softly.
Draco grinned and gave a slight chuckle.
"All right Ookamay, all right, I know what you want don't I girl?"
He went toward his draw and opening it revealed a small bag of treats. He took a handful and flattened his palm for the owl.
She pecked at the food gratefully, and finishing it, went on her own will toward a silver bowl that was on the desk, she gently pecked at the water and then landed, again, on Draco's shoulder.
"Good girl" Draco praised as she extended her leg.
He tied the two pieces of parchment onto her scaly leg and patted her soft feathered head saying "take these to Crabbe and Golye, then come straight back"
She hooted in response, then ruffling her feathers and stretching out her great wings she took of and out of the window into the cold winter air.
I know not much happened in this chapter but I wanted to introduce some new characters.
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