Reception
Draco noticed a strange pattern as he walked.
The closer he got to the waterfall, the more yellow flowers he saw. Normally there were more colors than he could count? The birds and butterflies swooping enjoyed the colorful perches amongst the bushes and trees alike.
“Master Draco? Daffodils are spreading onto Malfoy land from the muggle property it neighbors. Lord Malfoy needs to be notified.” Romy stated shaking.
The kind elf was ringing its hands.
A nervous habit to be sure, but Draco recognized it.
Fear.
Something unfamiliar was occurring.
Eight though he was, he knew. Unfamiliar meant threat. But, how could flowers equal threat. He sneered, chuckled… then continued.
”enough Romy, you will not notify my father unless given a direct order to do so. Your loyalty is to me first, remember?” The elf nodded, though not comforted in the slightest.
Sliding brush out of his way, Draco smiled as he looked ahead seeing the falls. “There! See, all secure. Just as quiet as…” but his words were stopped it their path by sounds.
Giggles in the distance.