Malfoy Mansion - 29 July 1997
Dinner was a surreal affair consisting of good food and senseless conversation. Draco was waiting for the bickering to start, for the veiled insults to make their way through polite appearances. However, nothing happened. Nothing. His parents barely spoke to each other. Each asked him question, and somehow, each question seemed to annoy the person who hadn't asked. Draco was almost hoping for an argument by the time dessert was served.
Afterwards, his mother excused herself. She smiled and kissed Draco, wishing him goodnight. Draco could almost believe that things were fine, but when she closed the door of the dining room, Draco looked at his father. "Dad? What's going on?" he said quietly.
Afterwards, his mother excused herself. She smiled and kissed Draco, wishing him goodnight. Draco could almost believe that things were fine, but when she closed the door of the dining room, Draco looked at his father. "Dad? What's going on?" he said quietly.