Pandora Malfoy, the twin sister of Draco. Although she was brought up to loathe Muggles, Mudbloods, and blood-traitors just as Draco was, her hidden exposure to the Muggle world meant she felt differently to how she was supposed to. But what will th...
I woke up and threw my long, platinum blonde hair into a messy bun, checking the overly-pretentious calendar that was sat on my bedside table. Today was the nineteenth of September 1990, and there was one thing marked down — 'Bookworm day'. I smiled, going over to my wardrobe as I thought about what was going to happen today. Bookworm day was my codename for the birthday of one of my secret friends from London, near the Leaky Cauldron.
I picked out some Muggle clothes and put them on — a pink knitted jumper, light blue jeans, and pink boots with glittery stars and hearts on them.
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Then, I carefully put my wizarding, Father-approved clothes on over the top. Last Christmas had taught me never to let Father find out I'd been wearing Muggle clothes, and even though I knew he was out on Ministry business until later in the day, I didn't want Mother or Draco to accidentally let it slip to him. Smiling excitedly, I rushed down to the dining room for breakfast.
"Morning, Dora," Draco greeted me as I got to the table. He looked like he'd only just got down there himself, as his breakfast of sausages, bacon, eggs, toast, cheese, and potatoes was hardly touched.
"Hey, Dray," I replied, grabbing an apple from the bowl in the middle of the table. "Sorry, can't stop, I've got stuff to do."
I left the room again, almost walking straight into my mother.
"Good morning, Dora. Where are you off to?" she asked.
"Oh, um, I'm going to see a friend," I said, an innocent smile on my face.
"Alright. Your father is going to get back at one o'clock, so be back before then, okay?"
"Okay!" I gave her a hug, then ran back up to my room to get the things I would need — some Sickles for the Knight Bus, a bit of Muggle money, and my friend's birthday present.
I walked down the drive and slipped through a hole in the hedge, not wanting to have to bother opening the heavy gates that kept the Manor separate from the outside world. I pulled off my wizarding clothes and put them into a box I'd hidden next to the hole; then, after checking there were no Muggles nearby (not that there ever were), I stuck out my left arm. With a deafening BANG, a purple triple-decker bus was suddenly speeding down the road, before coming to a sudden stop by me.
"Welcome to the Knight Bus, emergency transport for the—"
"Stan, it's me," I said, interrupting the conductor's speech. I'd heard it so many times before that I practically knew it by heart, and didn't particularly want to listen to the whole thing again.
"Oh, 'ello Pandora," the pimply young wizard greeted me. "Where to today?"
"Same place as usual please, Stan," I said, stepping onto the bus and giving him eleven Sickles.
