confundus drarry ✘

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Dear me,

My parents and I went to Diagon Alley, today, and received my supplies for next year.

All was well. Father purchased my books, my mother chose a perfect wand, and I have the most beautiful eagle owl, but...

Honestly, I should just forget about the encounter. Father said that the boy I met in Madam Malkin's was a most likely foolish child, and was pathetic for hanging around with that oaf of a gamekeeper, but still, I can't get the boy's image out of my head.

He just totally... dismissed me. He seemed uninterested in what I had to say, and it looked a great deal like I was annoying him, but I couldn't stop rambling to him.

Oh, Merlin. I said a lot of weird things probably, I can't even remember. I was just fascinated with his whole...

Bloody hell. He looked almost as bad as the giant who was with him! He had the baggiest, most ugliest clothes I've ever seen, and his spectacles were taped in the middle, and... Oh, Merlin, Circe, and Morgana, don't get me started on his hair! He looked absolutely terrible! Why was he even wearing Muggle clothes? And what happened to his parents to make him land in the untrustworthy hands of that– that large man? And couldn't he repair his glasses? The charm was simple!

COULDN'T HE HAVE BRUSHED HIS HAIR?!

Yes, yes, I know, I'm making a bigger than needed deal out of this, but I just can't get the boy out of my head. He's going to Hogwarts, though. I'll meet him there.

I wish I caught his surname before he left with the bearded-man.

And I wish I could see his eyes again.

Oh, what a strange statement! It's just that they were very, so very, pretty and bright, and the lovely shade of green will most likely never leave me.

Oh Merlin, what a boy.

Hopefully, he comes from a respectable family. I'll have to check up if there was any Pureblood orphans—a rare occurrence, but possible all the same.

He seemed so odd. Kinda... lost, maybe. The bloke seemed confused with Quidditch—not like his inelegant guardian could teach him anything. Hopefully, he'll make Slytherin with me. Only the talented and gifted children do, as Father says.

Putting thoughts of that boy aside, I'm still elated to meet Harry Potter in a month's time. We'll surely be the best of friends. I'm from a highly respected family, and he'd be dumb to not befriend me.

But of course, Harry Potter is not dumb. And I'll hex anyone who says otherwise.

Maybe I'll be able to manage being mates with Harry and the Mystery Boy at Madam Malkin's. That'd be great.

I must get to bed now, I'm dreadfully tired.

Honourably,
Draco Malfoy

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