𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐌𝐄𝐃 ; d.malfoy

1

'So, that makes the fifth letter we've recieved from Quinton in the past month, he really downgraded from last year's 57,' my brother comments as he removes the letter from our family owl, Shara's legs, 'what happened to the kid?' he asks as he hands it to me.

Quinton Todd was a half-blood, Slytherin student who I'd managed to get acquainted with in the past 2 years of my studies at Hogwarts. He was a charming, extroverted man who always managed to make me smile. He was indeed my bestfriend. Currently, however, we were in the summer break that seperated me from my second and third year; Quinton was taking a summer vacation in Japan for some reason whilst my brother and I were stuck at home due to our mother's wishes.

Apparently, the wizarding government had messed up again and now, Sirius Black, a formidably dangerous and loyal servant of Voldemort had escaped the highly guarded prison of Azkaban and now the wizarding world were scared of his wrath. And, I used to believe that wizards were much smarter than regular muggles.

My dear mother had forced me and my brother, Timothee, to remain at our manor until the school year starts up again, saying that it's much more safe than being anywhere in London. Her recommendation made me scoff since just last year, our school nearly shut down due to a giant snake or something. Timothee didn't like it either as he usually spent his summers at the Weasley Burrow but mother put a ban to it, as well; whereas I wanted to have Quinton over but mother didn't oblige either so now, me and Timothee were stuck in our grand manor, doing absolutely nothing but watch a lot of muggle films.

Currently, we both were situated in our living room and Tim decided to already ruin my day as before handing Quinton's letter to me, Tim made sure to open it and read some of it's contents, making me slap him and steal it back. Some of his antics really annoyed me, he acted to immature for a 15 year old--I believe the Weasley twins were rubbing off on him since he wasn't like this just 5 years ago. The Weasley twins were Tim's closest friends and with them, he'd managed to spark some entertainment and fun in all of our lives.

Snatching the letter away from Tim, I open up the paper and begin to read. Apparently it's just Quinn apologising for not keeping in touch, talking about Japan and asking me about my summer. I chuckled slightly when I read about his silly antics in Japan, dearly missing my closest friend.

- time skip -

As I arrived at the platform, I immediately lost my brother in the crowd of people as he was busy searching for his ginger best friends. I did the same once I entered the large train. I searched the compartments for any sign of my dark-haired best friend until I came across a relatively empty compartment, I couldn't make out who was inside except, I noticed a vaguely familiar figure of a young man, who's about my age.

Excited to meet my best friend again, I hurriedly open up the compartment but instead of being met with Quinn's tan complexion and charming brown eyes, I'm met with a pair of cold, grey eyes that compliment the person's pale face quite well.

Immediately, I try to turn away but am stopped when I hear the blonde man talk to me, 'that excited to see me, are you, Levesque?'

He speaks my last name with such venom.
'You really thought I wanted to see you? Wow, you're obsessed with me, Malfoy,' I retort, causing him to chuckle. I'm not back for merely an hour and I'm already arguing with this freak. So much for wanting a fresh start.

Before Malfoy can answer me though, I feel a strong grip on my shoulders which attempt to turn me around--I immediately recognise who this is.

'Quinton!' I shout.

'Yn!' He shouts back.

We both envelope each other into a hug. Once we pull apart, I allow myself to observe him properly: he's grown taller, quite a lot actually. His hair's a bit messier now which losely hang around his face yet he still has usual, welcoming smile and cunning but warm brown eyes.