I woke up early. School had been out for a few weeks now. I desperately missed Rose. I wanted to ride on her back while flying through the air. How I missed it. But I couldn't despair much. Lucius had gone to not looking at me. Apparently the sight of my 'scar' upset him. More like he didn't want to see the living proof of how he could've gotten rid of Dumbledore for good by telling the minister about Lupin. I kept secret that it was supposed to disappear. Draco didn't bother mentioning it either. It had started to slowly fade every day. Today you could barely see it from afar but it was noticeable up close. Slowly becoming more faint and back to normal. I grabbed my broom stick and raced outside. I decided to become more active as I had been cooped up inside for the last few weeks. I climbed onto my broom and kicked off the ground. I flew around for a few minutes before grabbing a makeshift quaffle and started shooting through two trees. I scored every time. Well except when the wind picked up and I missed by a couple of inches. I had forgotten it was winding here. I was used to Hogwarts. I shoot and score once more but I shot to hard. It landed on the ground and farther than normal. I groaned and went to retrieve it. I landed on the ground and ran over with my broom in hand and picked up the quaffle. I turned around to head back but was surprised by a figure standing in front of me. I give a yelp surprised and end up dropping the quaffle and my broom. He laughs.
"Shut up." I say annoyed giving him a dirty look while picking my broom and quaffle up again.
"You know there is a quidditch set." He says peering at the makeshift quaffle.
"Yup." I say popping the 'p'. We begin to walk back towards the house.
"Then why didn't you..use it." He drawled confused. Emphasizing the end.
"Because I was too lazy to walk all the way over to the shed to get it when I had a perfectly fine one already." I reply. He looks at me like I was crabbe or goyle.
"But it's not perfectly fine." He says pointing out the many patches and a few holes and smudges of dirt. I roll my eyes.
"Geez when did you get so picky about a quaffle." I say then I give him a confused glance as I put my broom up. "Why did you come outside anyway." I say gain ing up at him.
"Oh, that. Father told me to tell you he got tickets to the quidditch World Cup next week. By invite from fudge himself! Top box to!" Draco tells me as I grab my brush and start to comb my hair and take it out of a ponytail.
"Great. Are we all going?" I ask knowing that I probably wasn't invited and most likely would be left here with Narcissa.
"Actually we're all going. Even mother." He says sounding a little shocked to. I was certainly surprised.
"Really!?" I ask starting to smile. He nods. "Who's playing?" I ask. The holy head harpies had lost a few games back and was therefore knocked out of the finale. Ginny had convinced me to start going for them last year. More of forced than convinced. I didn't really mind. I thought a all girls quidditch team was awesome.
"Ireland vs Bulgaria." He says.
"Who are you sporting?" I ask with a smile while fidgeting with things in my dresser.
"I'm indifferent. Both are horrible." He says flatly from behind me. I roll my eyes.
"You're going for Bulgaria aren't you?" I ask knowing the answer turning around with a smirk. He fumbles and averts my eyes.
"W-well.. they are technically better-" he starts.
"Honestly it's fine to have an opinion. I myself am sporting Ireland." I say.
"Draco!" I heard Narcissa call from downstairs. I give a sympathetic smile.
"Have fun." I say as he exits with a look of dread on his face. I set down on my bed and pulled out a book to read. I had barely started when a owl came flying through my window. It landed on the ground with a thud and kinda just laid there.
