I looked at the pink girl across from me and shivered in disgust. Her hair was blonde just like mine, but hers was more of a golden color with a bouncy curl. She had a doll strikingly similar to her in her arms. She was making kissy sounds at it. What was I doing here?
"What are you doing?" I asked.
"Playing with my dolly. Her name is Les-suh-ley," she told me in a high pitched voice. It hurt my ears. How much longer am I supposed to put up with her?
"That's a stupid name," I fired at her. Even without the 'uh', Lesley sounds idiotic. She and I glared at eachother for a bit.
"Who even are you anyway? I'm gonna tell Popsie if you keep being mean," she shot back, looking smug. She thinks she has me beat. I can't let that slide.
"Well, actually, I pity you because I'm going to get my father," I retorted. My threat was an empty one. I didn't exactly know where Father was. He just told me that he was meeting with another wizard, but why did I have to be stuck with this girl?
"Hey! That's not nice. I didn't even do anything wrong."
"Um, yes you did! You just threatened to tattle on me."
"Ohhh that makes sense." This girl was almost as stupid as her doll's name. Her face was almost passed by a frown before a huge smile overtook it.
"Hey! How about we don't tell any of our daddies and you can play dollies with me?" She offered, taking another doll, only slightly varying from her own, from her pink, glittery backpack, face still plastered with that grin.
"Hey!" I said, faking enthusiasm, "How about no." I threw the doll across the room in defiance. She ran to the doll and rocked it, evil eying me. After she was done, she shoved it back in her backpack.
"Ok then, I've forgiven you, out of the goodness of my heart," she said, while I was rolling my eyes. "We can just talk! What's your name?"
"My name is Draco Malfoy," I said, accentuated my surname like Father does.
"I'm Galinda Upland," she said mimicking me. Maybe it's a thing to accentuate surnames. I just couldn't overlook someone naming their child Galinda though. What kind of name is that? Her parents must be even more stupid than her. It takes an idiot to know an idiot, as I always hear.
"Well, ok Draco Mal-ah-foy," she laughed, as if I said something funny. "I live here in Oz, and I'm seven. What are you even doing here?" She asked me. I opened my mouth to answer, but closed it after I realized I didn't actually know the answer. What was I doing here?
"None of your business. I think it has to do with a place called chiz or shif?" Her eyes widened in recognition.
"YOU MEAN SHIZ? WHEN I GROW UP IM GOING TO GO THERE AND LEARN MAGIC!" She put her hand to her mouth to whisper, "It's my dream school."
"What is Shiz? That sounds like like silliness to me. I'm going to go to Hogwarts when I'm older." I smirked, thinking I had beat her in her choice of school because obviously, Hogwarts is better. That is, until her eyes widened in horror.
"DRACO MAL-AH-FOY," she screamed in an, if even possible, even higher pitched voice, covering her doll's ears, "I WILL NOT HAVE YOU TALKING TRASH ABOUT SHIZ. ESPECIALLY NOT IN FRONT OF LES-SUH-LEY!" On cue, Father walked in. Along with four other wizards. Of course. They all looked bewildered and slightly uncomfortable. Some were looking at their shoes, squirming and some had their mouths wide open in surprise.
"Draco," Father said coldly, "I think it's time to go." My face had turned pink with shame and I started walking towards the exit where he and the other wizards were. Galinda, on the other hand, looked at ease with a huge smirk on her face. That is, until she saw mine.
"Um, Mr. Mal-ah-foy? Draco and I were just playing a game where we pretend to be mad at eachother. I'm really, really sorry that we were too loud," Galinda said softly, starting to actually cry.
"Don't worry, Galinda," said a tall wizard with a top hat that made him look even taller.
"We understand. Sometimes kids get out of hand," another wizard with an indigo beard reassured Galinda. Every wizard, all at once, rushed over to her side, calming her down and hugging her. But I knew better. Galinda was faking it. For me. All of the wizards cleared the room. Except Father.
"You definitely aren't coming here again. Look at the ruckus you've caused," he lectured me. Right on time Galinda jumped in.
"If you don't let my best friend come back, I'm going to tell Momsie!"
"Excuse me?"
"You wouldn't want to get a bad reputation with The Wizard. Would you? What would everyone think if Draco didn't come back?" A dark cloud passed over Father's face for a brief second before turning to anger.
"Fine. Draco, say goodbye to your little friend. Galinda Upland, there will be no need for any tattling." Galinda ran up to me, squealing and pulled me into a tight hug, messing my hair up. I wanted to die.
