For Cause & Country

The Boys in the Square

The boys had been congregating in the square for hours, ravenously campaigning. They shoved ribbons into the hands of the people in passing and raised their voices above the crowd in proclamation. All of them wore the colors of the French flag branded on their chests-- the strapping young boys in tall collars and boots.

Among their ranks stood a young blonde boy in a black waistcoat and white linen shirt. Like his friends, he rose his revolutionary voice and passed out leaflets to any hand that would take them.

He was a bit disheveled as the public was often unkind to political activists, but the message must be heard. They believed their day of freedom was fast approaching.

In all the hustle and bustle about him, he hadn't noticed a very frightened looking girl pushing her way through the crowd that had formed on the street.

"Draco!" His head swivelled to meet the familiar voice, her hair had been haphazardly pinned up and out of the way of her face and she had a tarnished white apron still tied around her waist. His wife had finally made her way through the crowd and she gripped his arm. "Draco, you know this is dangerous, how can you possibly justify standing out on the street surrounded by revolutionaries? Someone could see you, you know they would not hesitate to tell your father."

"My choices should not concern my father. I was practically disowned when I told him of our engagement, he has already distanced himself from me and has no intentions of mending our relationship." Draco averted her gaze and gnashed his teeth. "I doubt my actions will do anything to sully his reputation." He finished pointedly.

"You should not completely alienate him, Draco." She looked rather exasperated with him at this point, "If any of his fellow politicians got word of this, it would ruin his good name. I know you would not willfully inflict that upon him."

"This is something I believe in. My father has no wish to repair what he has so flagrantly destroyed and I have no wish to reconcile. If you question my will, then I question whether you truly understand my intentions at all." He pulled his arm from her grasp and turned to continue their crusade.