Hiya.
May Tran, 6th year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.
Pureblood.
That quiet girl in the common room.
Some call me crazy, and yeah, I kind of am.
Bye.
May: To France
Draco stood at the bottom of the long staircase, yelling up a few floors. “May! Get down here!” He shook his head, not understanding what was taking her so long. Glancing over, he saw his father tapping his foot, also waiting. He wanted to get to France as soon as possible….
Draco glared at her, opening his mouth to snap at her, but at that very moment his father opened his mouth. “It’s quite alright.” He continued to glare at May, telling her it was anything but alright. After a few seconds of glaring at her, he opened it mouth to tell her quickly. “We’re leaving by potkey.” He followed his father, who had just turned to walk down the long hallway to to leave the Manor.
May flushed with embarrassment when Draco glared at her, but smiled when his father said it was okay. Though she still noticed the glares Draco was giving her from the corner of her eye. When Draco spoke she nodded in affirmation. Although she wasn’t used to Portkeys, it was better than an airplane. Following close behind, she dragged her bags clumsily behind her while trying to make them get into a proper position for her to roll it along without fuss.
Draco cringed every time May’s suitcase wheels clicked on the marble floor. He turned slightly, watching the thing wheel down the hallway. He had never seen a suitcase that rolled, but he assumed that, that was what it was. He didn’t understand why else she would be lugging it around. Maybe it was a muggle invention. His father had a few house elves leave either with the rest of the luggage- it was have been something she forgot to give to the house elves. Before he knew it, the were standing in the garden, standing around a tin can. “That’s a port key, by the way.” He mumbled to May.
“I know what it is.” May snapped at him. It’s not like she was a muggleborn or something. “I did grow up in the Wizarding world, in case you forgot.” She looked down at her luggage, she wasn’t sure if it’d be smart to portkey with it. That was when she remember Draco had house elves. “Should I leave this here? I mean, would your house-elves bring it to France?”
Draco shrugged. “Didn’t you grow up with muggle things too?” He glance down at her bag. “It will be faster if you bring it along with you.” He glanced down at the portkey. Draco had never actually portkey’d with anything be another person, but he was sure it would be fine. Before long his father looked at the both of them. “Grab the port key- we’ll be leaving soon.”
“Yes.. I did grow up with muggle things too, but doesn’t just about everyone know what a portkey is?” May shook her head in disbelief. She felt slightly offended by Draco, but didn’t say anything. She let out a reluctant ‘Alright then’ when Draco said just to bring it along, she hoped nothing bad happened. She got a grip on her luggage and placed a finger on the port-key, waiting till she’d feel the unusual pull and feel stuck to the tin can for a moment.
Draco ignored May, and instead placed his finger on the tin can. He shut his eyes tightly, before feeling a strange pull behind his navel. He felt like his was being streched and pushed at the same time. He opened his eyes slightly to see a blur of colours before closing them again. He felt the sensation stop so Draco slowly opened his eyes. They were one outside a tall building where quite a few pople were standing on balconies, blabbering to their friends. He assumed this is where they would be staying. Glancing up, he realized it was a rather nice day, no wonder why everyone seemed to be outside.
As May had thought, the luggage and the portkey didn’t cooperate. When they quickly arrived in France, she lost her grip on the suitcases and it tumbled away, almost hitting Draco in the process. “Figures.” she muttered. She quickly went to go grab it and then looked up at the large building in front of them. It was so beautiful! There was a design along the pillars that supported a small cover overtop the doors. The area in which they were seemed modern, yet old-fashioned at the same time, and it amazed May. I’m in France. she thought, and she smiled widely with the realization.
A few later, Draco looked down to realized May’s luggage was almost on top of him. She quickly grabbed it, so not to hit him. He glanced at the building he had stayed at year after year and looked back to May. She had a wide grin spread across her face, frowning he finally spoke up. “No need to be so happy about almost hitting me with your luggage. Without warning his father started to walk away, so he quickly followed, hoping May was behind him.
May ignored Draco’s comment and followed Draco, the faint sound of wheels clicking behind her. She took in her surroundings, people speaking in french, obviously, and those who were obviously tourists trying to communicate with those who spoke nothing but French. She laughed at them, though she knew that she might end up one of those people.
