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Chapter 2
I left the room with a strange sort of tranquility, seeing as Snape never left me in a good mood. I began to mentally run over the argument as walked through the ostentatious hallyways of the Malfoy Manor.
I'd snuck out to see my old friends whom my father firmly loaths for their lack of having what he called "well bred bloodlines." We'd made plans to meet for lunch and unfortunately been caught climbing back though my bedroom window. He had apparently dedicated his whole afternoon sitting in the oversized armchair, that could comfortably fit two grown adults, that sat in the corner of my oversized room. (Apparently the Malfoy's always went all out, no such thing as TOO anything in their minds. Geesh.)
"Where have you been?" He'd inquired with a sneer as I'd begun to climb through the window. Not expecting to have heard his voice I'd lost concentration and my heel caught on the sill causing me to topple on the floor. (At least he hadn't laughed at my epic fail.)
I had been a deer caught in his wandlight and couldn't put words together. "I...I...I uh..I was uh"
"You were what! Doing what exactly?" He'd cut me off. "Doing exactly the oppisite of what I've told you!"
"No." I stated between his words as I place my firmly beneth me as they should be.
"Are you truely that ungrateful! After all I've done for you!"
"No!" I stated once more feeling a stab of guilt at his words and gaining more self awareness as his rampage went on.
"I've told you before that those children of Mudbloods are worth none of your time unless it's used to kill them and I will not stand for you to be associating yourself with them!"
"But it's not their fault that their parents were Mudbloods! You won't even give them a chance. They aren't that bad. They might even sway to our side if you'd just give them a chance!"
"Give them a chance! To hate themselves! Their parents! They would never."
"Why not! You have done exactly that. With your muggle father, am I wrong! Don't you hate that our blood is tainted! You do, I can see it in your eyes everytime you kill a Mudblood and even more so when you kill a muggle!" With that reminder his eyes tried to sear through mine, and with anger that his eyes had failed him he turned storming out of the room, slamming the door closed with his wand.
So while I wasn't sorry for what I'd said, I was sorry for ever thinking I could sneak past The Dark Lord. But regaurdless I did need to apologize for seeing my friends that I'd been so clearly forbidden from even talking to. With that thought I knocked lightly on my fathers bedroom door.