Chapter 3 "Good heavens, no"

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Bits led me through the hallways and this time to a dining hall.

I have to stop staring at their house.

The room -no hall - is lit up with candles that hang from the grand crystal chandelier above. It has a long table which is black in colour, which could probe seat 20 people. The walls were done in incarnate designs and were a dark brown and creme in colour. It had various portraits of different witches and wizards and most of them had blonde hair. I'm am going to presume that they are all ancestors of the Malfoys.
There is a huge fireplace in the middle of one of the walls behind the dining table.

At the end of the table stood Uncle Sev, Mrs Malfoy and a man who was now shaking Uncle Sev's hand.
He had long platinum blonde hair which reached past his shoulders, he was tall and wore dark robes.

I along with Bits crossed the hall and Uncle Sev along the Malfoys turned their heads upon our approach.
I gave them a polite smile and tried to look confident albeit I was as red as Ron's hair.
Mr Malfoy came forward and shook my hand. "It is a pleasure to meet you Ms Raichand, I hope you've liked our manor," he said.
"The pleasure is all mine, Mr Malfoy. Your manor is marvellous." I beamed at him.
"Why don't we all take a seat," he suggested.

Bits took his travelling cloak and ran inside while simultaneously a few house elves appeared, carrying platters of food.
Uncle pulled out a chair for me to sit and I sent him a polite smile and a small nod to thank him.

A house elf came bouncing in my view and offered the adults something to drink and the wailing elf came beside me with a pitcher of pumpkin juice. Its hands were shaking and all I wanted to was ask it if it was okay but decided against it, the morning's happenings fresh in my memory. I DID NOT want a repeat of that, so instead a gave it a reassuring smile. It poured me some pumpkin juice in my goblet and scurried away.

The elves served us food and I settled for some vegetables, roasted potatoes and some stew.

"So Ms Raichand, I am assuming that you will be starting your first year and Hogwarts?" he asked, taking a sip from his goblet.

"I'll be starting my second year at Hogwarts this year, sir," I said, swallowing my vegetables.

His eyebrows raised slightly. "Do forgive me for my incorrect assumption. Which house are you in?"

A small smile made its way to my face, "Gryffindor."

A flicker of revulsion passed through Mr Malfoy's face but that may just have been a trick of the light.

"A Gryffindor," Mrs Malfoy said, "I've never interacted with many in my life, us Slytherins prefer to keep to ourselves."

No wonder most of the decor was in emerald green. What must the Slytherin common room look like?

Lunch passed with silence except for the quiet conversation between adults. Not to stereotype but no wonder they were Slytherins. Even at Hogwarts while the Slytherins did talk they talked in low voices. Their table sounded like people were whispering.
Us Gryffindors, on the other hand, was one of the noisiest. You could hear someone cursing loudly every few seconds, or students laughing. Bangs occasionally erupted from one end or the other but mostly from the Weasley twins.

It felt weird for the table to be so quiet while we were eating.

"Poornima, we have to go now" I looked behind to see Uncle taking his travelling cloak from the Malfoy's house elf.
"It was a pleasure meeting you, thank you for the wonderful lunch," I said
"You are most welcome, dear. We forward to see you again," Mrs Malfoy smiled.

With a fleeting smile, we left the manner and started walking down the road. I immediately started talking to my godfather.
"It was so nice! Mrs Malfoy is a wonderful person and Bits showed me this rose garden......"
I continue to talk to him until we suddenly stopped. I looked towards Uncle.
"I had an inkling that you would not like to take a ride on a night bus again," he said, his voice list with amusement.
I shuddered "Good heavens, no." I shook my head.
I grabbed his hand and off we were to home.
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Sorry! This is an extremely short chapter I literally have no time to update. But I won't stop until the book is over
Until next time fellas!

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