Shelter

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The young Malfoy spent his summer fretting over the first of September more than he had in all of his six years of attending Hogwarts. He would never admit it out loud to anyone, but Draco enjoyed the school year. However, he knew this would be the year to change everything and the burning on his left forearm was always quick to remind him if he ever slipped up and forgot. The only thing he had to look forward to was Lena, but bitterly he remembered that was a lost cause as well. Though he missed her soft touch and soothing voice she was the last person he wanted to see. How could he face her? How could he face anyone? Swallowing thickly he pushed passed a few first years and rattled out some halfhearted insult as he went to meet his fellow Slytherins. Zabini, Parkinson, Goyle, and Crabbe were quick to glance up - their features softening when they recognized the familiar head of pale hair. "Surprised to see actually showed up." Zabini chortled from the left of Parkinson, causing Draco to sneer as he took his spot next to Crabbe. It was no surprised the four already knew of the dreadful task that weighed on the blonde's shoulders. It seemed as if their precious mummies and daddies couldn't keep their traps shut. Keeping his masked gaze on the window he allowed himself to sink into his thoughts - trying to figure out what he would say to Lena. He hadn't meant to ignore her for all of summer, but maybe it was for the best. It hurt his heart, but part of him prayed that maybe the girl forgot about him. It sure would make the year easier for him - it was too dangerous for her to be around him.

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Ainsley didn't want to admit it, but she was lost. Her small body hidden away in the crowd of rushing wizards - it was almost enough to give the poor witch an anxiety attack. It was embarrassing, but she blamed her parents who loomed over everything little thing she did. For seventeen years they, or her brother Dominik, supervised her every step to and from their manor. Their overbearing nature had only intensified every since she graduated - their only excuse being that the Dark Lord was on the rise. What did that mean for her? Unfortunately, very bad things. With a blink of an eye the girl could be forced to marry of to some Death Eater, or worse be forced to be branded with his mark. The small brunette had started off her morning in the gloomy Knucktorn Alley, her brother promising her that it only be a few minutes, but she grew bored of waiting around for him. She was always waiting. She was beginning to feel like a lap dog! Without thinking of the consequences Ainsley ventured out of the dingy alley, hating the looks she received with each step. Her adventure out into the world on her own ran smoothly for a lot longer than she anticipated, but like everything else in her life it ran sour. She made a small circle and carefully chewed on her lower lip. How hard could it be to find a darn clothing shop? She remembered visiting it as a little girl...she just couldn't remember the directions. Stopping someone on the street would only be useful, people knew her family and they would only run in the other direction or hex her with her lack of luck. Standing outside a rather obnoxious building she nervously played with her slim fingers. Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes, her parents would have a fit if she knew where she was. She could already hear them scolding her for fraternizing with the rotten blood traitors, but to Ainsley they were simply a familiar face - hopefully one that was at least a little sympathetic. Entering the shop she nearly jumped out of her skin at the light sound of the bell jingling overhead - good going Maddox, she thought with a light scowl. Her blue orbs held almost childlike curiosity as she took in the busy store. Even though her legs felt jelly she found herself walking over to a display of different muggle magic tricks, forgetting for a second the real reason she was in her.

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"I still can't believe he picked you." Zabini droned, his eyes narrowing some as they focused on the blonde wizard who was only half-listening to everything that was going on around him. "Keep your voice down!" Parkinson snapped in Draco's defense - probably hoping to get back on the other's good side. Draco only sneered at the two. He was half tempted to plead with the other Slytherin to take his place, but that would do him no good. The task was his own. "As if you could even handle it. You would bloody piss yourself if The Dark Lord even glanced in your direction." Draco's voice was low, but held venom that could kill. No one in the cramped area spoke much after that, it was clear everyone was on edge. How could they not be? They all knew the darkness that was looming over them - they were all torn between fearing it and being excited. Malfoy, however, was absolutely dreading it. As the ride came to a halt Draco stayed back, his eyes still narrowed as he inspected the baggage area. Parkinson reached for the blonde's arm to pull him along but with disgust the wizard pulled back, "Go on without me, I need to take care of something." Pansy opened her mouth to argue but seeing the look on Draco's face she hurriedly followed after the other three. His business with Potter didn't take long, but still Malfoy was fuming as he walked off the train. How dare he spy on him? No matter that twat got what he deserved and the thought of the boy's broken nose was enough for the blonde to smirk in satisfaction. He knew Lena would be displeased when she learned of what went on between the two, but Potter deserved in Draco's eyes. With one last sneer to the train Draco turned on his heel and began to hurry towards the castle wanting to catch up with the other students before people started to question his whereabouts.

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Hesitantly Ainsley raised her hand to fiddle with something on the shelf only to have it quickly drop back to her side when a voice interrupted the silence of the store. Her body turned to face the twins and for a second she blinked at them trying to gather her thoughts. How was she supposed to act? Ainsley had never actually held a conversation with a Weasley, but she knew enough about them. Almost afraid to make eye contact with one of the twins her gaze quickly fell to the floor beneath her small feet. She was already regretting her decision to turn into this store. What if someone saw her here? Oh goodness, the thought was enough to make her sick in the stomach. She would never hear the end of it. It was no secret that the Weasleys were filth. "I..." Wrapping her arms around her small middle she gave a timid nod of her head, her cheeks heating as she admitted it. Grow a backbone, she scolded herself with a frown. She was better than the brothers, she shouldn't be trembling with fear. She probably looked mental standing in front of the two boys who probably despised her just as much as her family loathed them. Lifting her gaze to face the one who was speaking she offered the tiniest of smiles, "I...I didn't mean to disturb the two of you." Her voice was soft as her eyes find the floor once more. That was silly. She knew if she was somebody else she wouldn't be disturbing them, but she wasn't somebody else. She was Ainsley Maddox and it was no secret that the Maddox family was not a friendly one - especially to mudbloods and blood traitors like the Weasleys. "I was trying to find Twilfitt and Tatting's.." Though her voice was lacking the annoying stutter, it was still hardly audible. Unfolding her arms she couldn't help but curse herself. She doubted the twins had any idea where the store stood - it was a bit upscale, too expensive for the likes of them. She was really beginning to wish she just waited for her brother. Where was he now? "I like your store." Her compliment came out rushed as her gaze flickered back to the shelves that were stocked with things that were unfamiliar to her eyes. "It's rather c-chaotic, but neat." Finally finding the nerve to look at the two she offered them another smile - wondering if they found this as awkward as she did.

Malfoy was still seething as he entered the castle, but he wasn't as mad. No, no he had more things to worry about than Potter and his sneaking around. The bloke was always chasing after the blonde and to be frank Draco was growing bored of it. He didn't need Harry and his little groupies to get into his way this - there was too much at stake. As he took his usually seat in-between the idiots he surrounded himself, Crabbe and Goyle, he allowed his narrowed gaze to travel to the Gryffindor table. Of course, the were all babying the stupid Potter. It was his own damn fault. Couldn't he mind his own business? His gaze flickered to the Gryffindor he couldn't help but cherish and allowed his face to soften. What did she think of the act of violence? Constantly he found himself at a tug-of-war of feelings because of the silly, but amazing, girl he had grown fond of the previous years. With a shake of his head Malfoy turned his attention to the empty plate, which would probably remain empty even when the food appeared, and tried to drown out the thoughts of Lena. How was he going to explain anything to her? He was half tempted to ignore her for the duration of the year, but he knew that would prove to be impossible. "You do that to Potter?" The question was filled with amusement and despite his inner turmoil he found himself smirking at the impressed Zabini. "Filthy Mudblood lover was snooping on private conversations, that he had no business hearing." The term Mudblood that fell so easily from his lips made his heart tug, but he ignored that. "I would have killed him, if I was given that chance." Zabini mused, keeping his voice hush so only Malfoy could hear his words. Scowling Draco shook his head and turned his attention to the front of the Great Hall where the headmaster was seated - just seeing the old man made the blonde's back tense and make him feel queasy.

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The poor Maddox couldn't keep the look of bewilderment from her features. They weren't going to kick her out? For a moment a small smile fell onto her pale lips - maybe the didn't know who her parents were. Or maybe for once somebody didn't care. "I really shouldn't..." She tried to object softly, her teeth digging into the soft flesh of her lower lip. The ginger twins had a point though. Why should she waste her time at some silly clothing shop? Just that morning she was complaining about not making her own choices and here she stood fretting over what her mother would think if she was caught socializing with one of the bloody Weasleys. "It wouldn't be a bother?" Her words were soft as she finally found the nerve to peek up at the two boys. Surely the two were already busy with whatever came with owning a store. Ainsley was still a bit surprise the two were fine with being alone with her. She was far from her parents, but no other wizard cared enough to stick around long enough to find out that little fact. Hearing the light jingle of bells, which frightened her when she first entered, she couldn't help but tense her paranoia getting the best of her. Was it Dominik? Was it her parents? With widened eyes the girl turned her head to worriedly glance at the fellow customer. Fortunately Ainsley didn't recognize the other wizard and from the look of their robes she wouldn't be someone Ainsley had to worry about. She was sure both the twins would take the easy exit and abandon her, but she was surprised once more that morning. As the other twin, whose name she hadn't caught yet, she couldn't help but blink and nibble at her already abused lip. Now she would be alone with one of them? Oh, she could just see her great grandmother rolling in her grave now. However, as she turned to face the remaining twin she couldn't help but smile at the grin that never seemed to fall from his features. How could one be so happy? Especially when other wizards were constantly sneering over your mere existence? Her mother would have been insulted if she heard how the red-head referred to the silly clothes shop, but Ainsley had to stop herself from letting out a soft laugh. "I could only stay a few more minutes..." She warned, her smile falling as her lips turned into a frown at the thought of Dominik stomping through the narrow paths of Diagon Alley in search of her. Blinking away the thought she cautiously smiled at the store-keeper, George, and gave a timid nod of her head. "If you wouldn't mind it, though, I think I would like it if you showed me around.." Sure her words were a simple action, but to her it was a big step in being her own person and that was terrifying for the nervous Maddox. "Oh, how rude of me-." Her words were soft as she hesitantly stuck out her small hand for the other, "My name is Ainsley...Maddox." Not too keen of her surname she almost hesitated in including it, but she was a Maddox and being ashamed of her family line was a great sin.

[ excuse my awful reply, please. ]

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The young Malfoy couldn't wipe the sneer from his face as he observed the student body hang off every word the old man muttered - he could be talking gibberish and he was sure there would be someone out there taking it to heart. Dumbledore was a fool, or at least the boy continued to quietly reassure himself of that - whether it was rubbish or not. His gaze flickered to his left fore arm, which was covered by the sleeve of his robe, his mind wandering back to what he had at stake. He was too petrified to even muse over what might happen if he failed the Dark Lord - he couldn't. He had to do this for his family, for his father, for his mother, for the cause. A shudder ran down the blonde's spine at the mere thought of the cause. "You alright, Draco?" Parkinson practically cooed to the boy across from her - her muddy eyes holding nothing but adoration for Malfoy. "Shove off." The boy grunted, not daring to meet her eye. He couldn't let the others see the toll that it was taking on him, especially Zabini, they would be quick to murmur their "suspicions" to their parents. As his fellow Slytherins began to greedily shovel food into their mouths, Malfoy only found himself feeling ill; his anxiety for the year to come proving to be too much. "Chew Goyle you filthy swine." He sneered to his right as he watched one of his acquaintances practically inhale a rather large amount of pudding. Disgusting. "God, you people make me nauseous." The ring leader continued, easily passing his odd behavior off as annoyance for the lot of them. "I'm surprised your parents haven't burned you out of your damned family trees." He allowed his glare to settle on each one of them, hoping to prove that nothing had changed and he was still their leader. Not waiting for a response Malfoy hurriedly stood from his place at the table - praying the daft idiots just believed he was going to head off to the dungeons early, but instead he needed to pay the Room of Requirement a quick visit. Before leaving the Great Hall he allowed his gaze to sweep over the Gryffindor table and land on one in particular - his heart tugging at the mere image of her because he knew she wouldn't be his much longer. With a scowl he shook the mundane thoughts from his cluttered mind - he didn't need her distracting him at a time like this. That's all she was. As the doors of Hall closed behind him the Slytherin was quick on his feet and halfway down the hall in search of the room he was in dire need of.

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Guilt tugged at the girl's core at the worried expression that was quick to take form across the Weasley's features. Was she that easy to read? To think she thought she was holding up semi well...Ainsley really didn't want the boy to think it was his doing - when it was just the paranoia her parent's had programmed into her from such a young age. "I'm fine.. My mind just wonders a little." She tried to explain, knowing she probably looked absolutely made in front of the boy that towered over her small frame. Maybe leaving now would be a good idea - she was not only embarrassing herself with her spastic tendencies but her own blood line! "I want to stick around," Ainsley was quick to correct the boy with a gentle shrug - even though he probably had no idea. "I'm just nervous." She tried to explain as she returned the gentle handshake, her's equally as light - thought she was just terrified of messing up in some way and having the Weasley twin snap at her. "I'm not really supposed to be here, I'm meant to be with my brother." And far away from blood traitors, but she didn't think that was necessary to add. She wanted friends, not enemies. Of course she already knew - both from school with the boys and constantly listening to family and family friends mutter nasty things about the family, which in Ainsley's own opinion seemed quite cheerful; something she was envious of. "I remember you and your brother from school, I just didn't know if you knew who I was." Ainsley was a bit of a wallflower - definitely not your average Slytherin. The only reason most people could pin point her was because of her parents and their close relations with He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named. With cautious eyes Ainsley took in the hooked arm and for a second she thought she was being mocked, but she didn't think that would fit George's personality. Almost as if she expected her brother to appear out of the shadows she glanced over her shoulder, before hesitantly allowing her slender arm to fit between George's. "Lead the way then." She encouraged peeking up at the twin from her height with a small smile - small, but at least genuine. "Everything looks so bright and fun, I wish I could purchase it all." She mused, her blue orbs flickering away from the ginger to take in her surroundings - her smile growing some. Though she obviously had the means to pay for whatever she please - she would never dare! Her parents didn't like jokes or games - they were devoted to their lord and anything else was a distraction.

Draco was on a mission, his feet hitting the ground in soft - but determined footsteps as he scurried along. He wanted, no needed, to rid himself of the task he was chosen for. How hard could it? It was a bloody cabinet - it should be fixed in a few days, a week tops. The final task would be the most difficult for the young male, he scowled refusing to accept that. He was chosen for this! The Dark Lord saw something in and nobody else! So caught up in his thoughts Draco paid little mind to the footsteps that followed behind him swiftly, up until the third floor. "How many times do I have to warn you, Potter?" His eyes narrowed as his wand was quickly drawn from his robes. "Or do I need to break another bone to get the bloody point across?" Finally turning with his wand raised confidently, he faltered at the familiar face that was diagonal from him - not what he was expecting. "Oh, it's you." Though his features softened, his voice still held a slight edge. Tucking away his wand, which he now felt silly for drawing, he quirked an eyebrow at Lena, trying his best not to pull her body to his own. "Do you need something?" His voice was hushed and rough as he tried to hold his usual cold demeanor.

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Content that Weasley understood Ainsley allowed the uncomfortable topic to shift away from them - she was still on high alert, just in case some silly argument broke out about blood lines. It was a tacky subject, one that she found to be a bit worn-out and she couldn't find in herself to particularly care about who others spent their time with. How did it make them any less of a wizard? Of course, those were thoughts she kept to herself - locked away in her cautious, little brain. In response the girl quirked an eyebrow in silent curiosity - did he remember her or her family? She kept quiet though; her mother taught her well on how to hold her tongue like a "good pureblood woman" should. "You and your brother came up with all of this on your own?" She couldn't help the amazement that lingered in her soft words. Her mother would shame her for being silly, but this was like a whole new world to the girl. "I wish I had the creativity, or intelligence rather, to do all of this." The girl mused, carefully removing her arm from George's to walk up to another shelf of merchandise. At the mention of the twin's years at Hogwarts Ainsley smiled some - most Slytherins found the boy's pranks to be immature, but Ainsley secretly enjoyed them. Blood traitors or not the boys were brilliant. "You two were practically my heroes last year with what you pulled on Umbridge - she was absolutely livid." For a second the girl giggled at the memory, until she realized what she allowed to slip from lips. "I...I mean..." She started, abusing her lower lip with her teeth. Her mother would kill her if she heard that. She admitted, for a second, that she actually looked up to the Weasley boys. "I meant... It was really cool what you did." She lamely corrected, her cheeks a light pink of pure embarrassment.

[ It was fine, love! ]

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"Shove off, you know the threat wasn't directed to you. It was a mistake." A bluff really, Draco was not in the mindset for a duel with the infamous Potter. Malfoy's act was faltering with each word that was thrown his way from the girl that stood inches before him. "Well, what do you expect?" The boy demanded, his eyes carefully taking in his surroundings to make sure nobody else was around to notice their altercation. He knew this hurt Lena and that small fact tore at his heart - he was conflicted with so many emotions. "You shouldn't worry about me - my meal plan isn't really your business." It was proving to be more difficult for the blonde at the vulnerability in the girl's voice. How could he hurt her? He was tempted to drop the bloody task and take the girl far, far from the walls and away from the trouble that was brewing - so it was just the two of them tucked away from the world. Unfortunately, this wasn't some muggle fantasy. Draco Malfoy had priorities that held severe consequences if he did not prevail in a timely fashion. A sliver of a smile, the first one in months, graced his pale features at the girl's small joke, "You both clomp around like bloody trolls." His voice was soft as he teased the girl he adored playfully - probably for the last time. Clearing his throat he gave a shake of his head - refusing to be distracted by her, "We have things we need to discuss." Being the private fellow he was Draco allowed his slim fingers to circle the girl's wrist to carefully tug her along with him - not wanting to have his conversation in the middle of a empty corridor. Entering an empty classroom he finally released Lena's thin wrist and turned to face her, his eyes not daring to meet her own. "Whatever there is between the two of us needs to be put to a stop now." He kept his voice even, not needing any of this true emotions to seep out - he would wallow in self-pity later, but for now he needed her to think he couldn't care less about her. It was the only way.

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"That's so neat." Ainsley couldn't help but to continue to compliment the boys, her lips pulled back into the smallest of smiles. It was kind of sweet to watch George talk about his store - it was clear that he was proud of his and his brother's work and he ought to be. Her family always deemed the Weasleys as imbeciles, but clearly they were a bright lot - another thought she would keep to herself. "They were silly little things, but in the most marvelous way." She hummed playing with her small fingers - a nervous fidget of her's. "I doubt just anyone could come up with it though. " She gave a small shake of her head, knowing that she wouldn't even begin to come up with half the things the twin did. They were a creative lot, it was impressive to the brunette. "You boys really are brilliant." Somehow finding a small bit of nerve the girl meet George's eye and offered him a genuine smile, before allowing her eyes to drift back to the floor - all confidence leaving her as quickly as it greeted her. Did she believe Umbridge deserved it? Oh, definitely so. Umbridge had never done anything Ainsley, either from fear of her parents or the fact the youngest Maddox caused no trouble, but the brunette knew how vile the pudgy women had been during her run at Hogwarts. Her mother would hex her but still she found herself giving a nod of agreement, "I do." She agreed, finding it hard not to smile at the light in the twin's eyes. At the twin's next comment she parted her lips to apologize, only to laugh along with the boy - her laughter soft compared to the other's, but still clearly cheerful, or at least somewhat. "It's a hard habit to break." She admitted with a simple shrug - seeing as biting her tongue was something she was forced to do often. Besides, you never really knew who was watching - but she didn't say that, no that was her paranoia. "George?" She mused quietly, her finger tips playing with a loose hem of her sweater sleeve - which she desperately needed to fix. "Why didn't you or your brother make me leave your store?" She knew if one of the twins, or even if Molly Weasley, happened to walk into Twilfitt and Tatting's - in fact one of the red heads would be ridiculed by the women that spent their mornings and evenings in the shop.

Already the thinning teen wanted to crack under the pressure - he loathed the idea of Lena hurting, especially if the pain was because of him. Alas, he was perfectly conscious of the fact that no matter how desperately he wanted to go back it possible. To his displeasure Malfoy knew he had to break the girl, make sure there was no way she would come back to him - fortunately, or rather unfortunately, for him from years of practice he had the act of being a complete asshole down pat. "Don't tell me you thought we were anything serious, Latton." Malfoy sneered as his eyes finally left the ground to meet Lena's his blue orbs held nothing more than disgust for the girl, or rather for the predicament he was in - not that the girl in front of him was aware of his internal tug-of-war of emotions. "We were a joke, Latton. I used you for my own enjoyment." With feigned disgust the blonde shook his head as if he were scolding the girl and carefully he stepped around her to navigate to the front of the vacant room - not at all wanting to be near her or see her expression at his next set of words. Malfoy felt repulsed by what he was going to say next, but he knew it would be the icing on the cake. With a bitter laugh the boy turned to face Lena, "Did you honestly think somebody like me would fall for a filthy mud-blood like yourself?" His heart tugged at the expression that fell from his lips. "Honestly, I was under the impression you were far more intelligent to actually think otherwise." The only indication of his true feelings was the slight crack in his voice, but he hoped Lena would look past it - or perhaps not even notice.

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The feeling went against everything that had been drilled into the girl's mind from her parent's bigotry, but she couldn't help but find herself enjoying George's company. The Weasley twins weren't brooding, like that people she was accustomed to, and they hadn't thought lowly of her because of her parents, which was rare. Being an acquaintance of his would be, admittedly, dangerous but Ainsley thought that maybe it would be good for her. Ainsley gave a small shake of her head at the boy's statement, but nonetheless her smile didn't fall. Maybe that habit was awful for her, but it was a necessity for the girl. Being the youngest of the Maddox line there were obvious expectations - and one of those was keeping opinions that reflected badly on her parent's views to herself, not that she was expected to think lowly of her parents. She was meant to be proud - but her mind was obstinate and refused to see her parents as the heroes they thought they were. In a way, not that she would say it, they disgusted their daughter. How could someone kill so freely? Her parents were so devoted to the Dark Lord it disturbed her and she feared that one day she would be caught up in it all as well - it was expected of her. Blinking up at the ginger she gave a small tilt of her head - trying to digest his words. Part of her thought maybe he was tricking her, but George seemed far too genuine. Debating on how she should respond Ainsley briefly glanced around the store, that was beginning to fill with excited customers, before allowing her gaze to meet George's. "I would apologize for my parents, but I know it wouldn't solve anything." She said softly, nervously biting on the tender flesh of her lip. "I don't think lowly of your family," She paused and shifted her weight as she looked away from the boy - her blush reappearing. "You all seem so cheerful, it's hard not to be jealous." She admitted, with a brief smile. "It looks like business is picking up rather quickly." She commented, nervous she was revealing too much about herself to the Weasley twin. "Should we part ways now so you can help your brother?" Peeking up at the twin she twirled a strand of her wavy hair around her ring finger, a nervous habit of her's. "I don't want to be in your way."

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[ meep, forgot to mention you. \]

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Malfoy tensed at the mention of his father, a particularly sore subject, but he said nothing as Lena yelled towards him – fully aware that whatever she had to say he deserved. In that moment he regretted the domino effect he had so carelessly started. He should have told her. She could help him – No! That wasn’t an option. This was his task! He needed to do this for his mother, his father, for the Dark Lord. It was his duty. “I’m sorry.” The words were a soft whisper that filled the silent room, her figure already gone and incapable of hearing the two words that he meant with every fiber in his body. She was right – he was just like his father, a sniveling coward. Kicking over a desk in annoyance the tall figure left the vacant room, his eyes full of unshed tears, tears that he would never allow to fall. He did what was best and one day, when it was all over, Lena would thank him for it – she just didn’t see it like that now. “Pureblood,” The blonde spat in annoyance before quickly entering the dormitory as the portrait swung open – the cabinet could wait until morning. He needed to clear his mind, he needed to rest.

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Ainsley was somewhat glad that the previous topic was dropped – she wasn’t sure what she was expecting, but she just wanted the boy to know that she didn’t view him like her parents. When he wasn’t quick to get rid of her, like she was honestly expecting, she too couldn’t help but grin. Ainsley quite liked being around the Weasleys – or rather George, since he was the only one she had the chance to speak to, for once she didn’t feel like she was suffocating from the pressure. She knew her being a newcomer wasn’t the only surprise, but she didn’t dwell on the small fact – in fact she did very well with pretending it didn’t exist. “Then, as long as I’m not in the way, I suppose I can stay a little longer.” She wasn’t ready to go back to her brother, who would have a go with her, and she certainly wasn’t ready to be back at her manor – or rather her personal prison. Unfortunately the beauty lacked social skills, so she wasn’t sure how to carry out a conversation with the Weasley twin – but she didn’t want him to go either. “What’s your favorite product you sell?” Curiously she looked towards George with a polite smile before looking back to the crowd of customers – secretly searching through the crowd for familiar faces that would be quick to rat her out to Dominik, or worse her parents.

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