MORALITY ( HARRY POTTER )

ONE.

Eridanus stared at himself in the mirror, straightening out his cloak as he draped it over his shoulders, clasping it in the front. He ran a hand down his black shirt once, making sure the cloth was crisp and perfect, nodding once he deemed himself presentable. He exited his rather large room – although Eridanus could care less about that – and made his way down to the foyer of the Malfoy Manor, where his guardians and cousin were already waiting for him.

"Are you ready?" Lucius asked as he stood with Draco by his side, both of their hands clasped in front of them. They were each wearing attire similar to Eridanus', his and Draco's being almost identical - the only difference being that Eridanus was wearing a cloak over top of his clothes while Draco wore a blazer.

Eridanus nodded once as he walked towards the two blondes, his shoulders straight and pulled back, just as they always were.

Once Eridanus was close enough, Lucius put one hand on his shoulder, holding out his other arm as Draco took it upon himself to latch his hand onto his father's arm. Eridanus sucked in a breath before his world was suddenly twisting and with a loud pop, they landed where the Quidditch World Cup was to be held.

They walked across the field where a massive crowd resided. They made their way to their tent, one of the many that was already set up. The Malfoys and Lestrange kept their usual impassive expressions on yet, on the inside, Eridanus was feeling an inordinate amount of excitement, having never been to an event this large or spectacular before. He was still a tad nervous, however, as he wasn't used to being surrounded by such a large group of people. His point was proven when some careless wizard stepped on his foot in their rush and Draco had to hold Eridanus back from punching the man.

"That dirty half-breed isn't worth your time, Eri." Draco muttered into his cousin's ear as he kept his arms around his back until he stopped struggling. Eridanus did so a few moments later as he realized that his cousin was right, he shouldn't waste his time on people below him.

Lucius watched the scene between his nephew and son carefully, nodding with a slight curve to his lips, pleased, as Eridanus backed down. They would have to work on his people skills before he attended Hogwarts.

Without another word shared between the trio, they entered the tent that they would be staying in for the night. Although, Eridanus doubted that they would actually be staying there as it was a lot more likely that they would simply head home instead.

Eridanus looked around the tent in interest. It was a lot bigger on the inside than it appeared from the outside - as many wizarding tents were. There were three separate entrances that lead into rooms, that Eridanus assumed were theirs. There was a large emerald sofa and a matching pair of arm chairs across from it in the middle of the room. There was also another entranceway which looked as if it connected to the kitchen and dining room. All in all, the tent was only a tiny percent of the size of the manor yet Eridanus felt much more at home in the smaller space.

"Alright, boys," Lucius Malfoy's calm voice broke the silence as he turned to face his son and nephew. Eridanus' back straightened and he stood to attention, listening intently to every word said by his guardian. "You have an hour to settle yourselves in, then we'll head to our seats and meet up with the minister."

Eridanus nodded and with a slight bow towards the elder Malfoy, he went into his room, not all that surprised when he noticed that it was identical to the one back at the manor. He supposed that Lucius assumed he liked the setup and replicated it for him.