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[25 Aug 2012|07:56pm] |
Pyxis Nott was four years old the first time she ever met Rider Macnair. She was feeling very uncomfortable in a large, pink and glitzy dress her mother had shoved her into. She could barely breathe from how tight it fit her and the shoes didn't feel any better. Her hair fell in large, soft curls on her shoulders, pulling back with a sparkling clip.
Her feet were sore and all she really wanted was a chocolate biscuit from the table. But, she couldn't reach them. She was far too short. She felt herself start to pout until she saw the bigger boy standing by the table. She toddled over to him and tugged on his t-shirt sleeve. "Will you help me get a biscuit?"
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[25 Aug 2012|09:55pm] |
Draco had made it through the first day in this brand new world without much trouble, other than his best friends both thinking he was crazy and finding out that his father was a lot... He looked much happier. And he'd kept his hair shorter. Draco didn't know if it was his father not dying that had made the difference or what, but he seemed... good. Draco supposed he had to like that.
At least today he'd actually showered and taken the time to put himself together properly before leaving the dorm. He walked into the common room and stopped to wait for Pansy and Merlin to find him. Merlin. Getting to know someone he was supposed to have known since birth all over again was going to be a little weird, but he could handle it. Probably. Today couldn't be any weirder than the day before.
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