The rest of her time at the Malfoys past relatively easy, Lucius still hadn't returned, and Mia stayed hopeful that he'd be gone until Draco was at the safety of Hogwarts.
It was times like this she missed her brief experiences with Ted's muggle phones. They certainly made things easier for keeping in touch. Unfortunately the blonde didn't own one of those. Instead she had to opt for,
"Write to me?" It sounded like some old romance film, but for the next two weeks that would be the only way to know he was still all right. The blonde seemed more annoyed with being told to write than anything though and only gave a small half interested nod for an answer. Obviously his mind was elsewhere, and something was troubling him. That much was painfully obvious. But even with just his mother in the room along with them, Draco didn't seem like he wanted to tell Mia what. Hopefully he'd tell her in a letter, though taking into account that one of the twins could end up reading it, she doubted that. Maybe he could use code
Snapping out of the spy mission that was forming in her head, the younger girl glanced over at Narcissa.
"Thankyou for having me" she said, trying to sound as polite as possible. Just because she was married to an abusive lunatic and wouldn't do anything about it, that still didn't mean she wasn't a ice person. Narcissa offered her a smile in return before heading towards the door.
"You're welcome anytime darling". For some reason she doubted Lucius would say the same, and considering it was his house, it was a safe bet that she wasn't welcome anytime.
Both teens, or almost teens in Mia's case, waited until the door had been shut before looking at each other.
"Remember, you promised to write" " she prompted yet again, this was one thin she would not let go of. If he didn't send her atleast one letter within the next two weeks so she knew he was ok, a string of howlers would be coming his way.
"Mi, I've survived thirteen years, why do you think something drastic will happen within the next few weeks?" Ok, so he had a point. But she wasn't about to admit that.
"Because I didn't know before now" she replied, pausing to pick up her bags. She wasn't sure whether to hug him or not. They had hugged before ofcourse, and that was more the blonde throwing himself on her. But he made no indication of showing that affection towards her right now. Apparently that was saved for escaping life-threatening situations. He did however, offer her his trademark smirk.
"The good old, peaceful times" she heard once she'd dropped the floo powder, and said 'The Burrow', which unfortunately meant not being able to reply to his comment. Oh he just wait until she got her hands on a howler. That smirk would be wiped straight off his face.
A/N: This is a VERY short chapter, I know. But I didn't want to put this onto the end of the last chapter, or go onto the burrow at the end of this one. Because this one's so short the next will be probably be up within the next few days Please review, Z-Nugget xx