“bsp;you show me?” celia asked, lifting her head from drao’s hest.
“what do you wao do?” potter asked.
“um…” she looked around, her blond urls bouning this way and that.
“ah, i know,” potter said. he took out his wand, his eyes never leaving celia. wordlessly, he fliked it several times and drao as dht beside them, the sed off the ground and whirled around like a small tornado.
“whoa!” celia’s eyes were wide as she wathed the snow slowly transform. drao ould ugh when he realised otter was doing.
“oh, a snowman,” celia shrieked i. she pped ahe sn arou was good to see her ehat.
“impressive, huh?” potter said to celia, wiggling his eyebrows. drao sn his ithin seonds, a seond snowman ed around them, while celia squealed and jumped up and down. smug, draaze to potter. oh boy. he had a mishievous glint in his eyes. he barely moved his wand, his eyes loked with drao’s, the grin on his fae widening.
“ah!”
&ly, draaze aotter, o bastard! the tere now iher, it almost looked like they were waltzing, while a dozen of little snowmen flouned around them.
“showoff,” drao muttered, eliiting anh from potter. drao doubted he would ever tire of that sound.
“mr. malfoy,” celia said, tugging at his robes. “it’s him, isn’t it?” she asked, her v with exitement.
“what?”
“it’s him,” she said, l her voie almost onspiratorially. “the oelling us stories about. it’s him, right? right?” before drao ould say anythiur. “mr. malfoy said you’re the best flyer he’s ever seen.”
potter blinked.
“and he said you don’t have a mummy and a daddy, either, just like me.”
draed.
“he said you were really sad, but you’ll be happy again, so i aoo!”
he ould feel paze on him while heat and embarrassment washed over him.
“mr. malfoy said he a in your eyes. he said your eyes are so green, they—”
“okay, time for the ss, celia, darling,” drao said hastily, his heeks fming, atle girl up in his arms. she shrieked exitedly and threw her arms around his nek.
“bye,” she alled t at him. without a bakward gne, drao marhed iumblitle s were still surrying around.
“it was him, right?” she poked his shoulder impatiently whe a?”
drao groa a sigh. “right,” he muttered.
celia giggled happily. “does he ome to your house?”
“um…he’s been there, yes.”
“do you py games together?”
drao grio py quiddith.”
celia’s eyes wideh shaped into an ‘o’. she looked impressed. “do you have sleepovers?”
“err…” drao berated his mind, as soon as images of him and p around on a bed, popped up. “not really, no.”
“does your mummy not allow it?”
it was amazing, really, how muh truth was behind that i question of a hild.
&hi,” drao said evasively.
“does he share his ookies with you?”
drao let out a ugh. “he bri. does that ount?”
celia oked her head and pursed her lips while she tapped her hin with her index finger. “yes,” she finally said. “is he a good friend?”
drao paused, gazifully. “i think he ould be,” he said quietly.
“oh, what is that?” celia squealed. drao looked over his sh when he saw luna holding a giant plush toy.
“i guess you’ll be learning about uniorns today.”
carefully, he let the squirming hild down again. his eyes followed her movemeely darted into the ssroom.
“oh drao, this pe is wonderful,” luna said. “aeahers are so hey said i ould give it a go.”