The Boy // A Harry Potter Story

8

It's 5:30. My sisters and I have our questions planned, and we're ready to start walking out of the castle and to Hogsmeade.

"Come on, guys!" I said excitedly. 

"Okay, okay," Sera laughed. ""We're coming! Geez!"

"Sorry, sorry, sorry! But HURRY UP!" I told her and Brina cracked up.

The walk out of the castle is long and boring. At least to me. My sisters walk so slow. It's annoying sometimes. I think about Calliope. Do I really believe her? She seems dead serious (no pun intended) when she talks about ghosts..... but she seems serious about most things. Oh well. I'll be her friend if she can see my ancestors or not.

Aaaaaand...... we're here!!

Outside is very cold. I wasn't wearing my robes, just a green turtleneck and a black floor long skirt that sorta looks like a robe. I was wearing earrings, sapphires. And a green headband and a silver necklace.

When we step inside the Three Broomsticks, we're greeted by a warm gust of wind and the smell of fresh cider and toasty butterbeer.

"Ahh. You actually came." Draco Malfoy drawls from the corner of the crowded, cheerful room. I'm not sure how he can make even the happiest place so cold and unfriendly. He has a weird vibe. But it's intriguing, too.

"Of course we did." Sera said defensively. "Honestly surprised you're here."

"Malfoys are true to their word, Simberly." he snapped.

"Oh, knock it out with the last name thing. Just call us by our first names." I told him.

"Whatever you say, Jewel." Draco said.

"First question." I slide into the booth seat across from him. "Why do you call me Jewel?"

"Because I can." he said. However, under his breath, audible only to me, he whispered "Because it's cute."

"Excuse me?" I replied.

"What? I can." he smirks.

"Okay. If you're going to answer our questions like that....." Brina starts to walk away and I stand up to leave.

"Fine!" Draco yelled. "Fine."

We smile and walk back, sitting in the booth seat and ready to begin our list of questions.