“Mistress Kaida, your mother requires your presence in the dining hall in twenty minutes,” Dobby, our house elf, tells me. Yawning, I sit up.
“Dobby, haven’t I told you to call me Kaida?” I remind him through my yawns.
“It just isn’t proper house elf manners, Mistress Kaida. I am sorry,” Dobby explains.
“I know, but I don’t really care about those manners, but if you want to follow them, you definitely can. Who am I to stop you?” I say.
“Thank you, Mistress Kaida. Would you like me to help you prepare for breakfast?” Dobby asks.
“No, but thanks. I can get it,” I say, smiling. “Remind me, what’s the date?”
“July thirty-first,” Dobby answers.
“Okay, thank you!” I chirp, dismissing him. He leaves and I hop out of bed. We should get our Hogwarts letters today!
By “we,” I mean my twin brother and I. My brother is the one and only Draco Malfoy, if you haven’t figured that out already. He is only an hour older than me, but he dangles that over my head all the time.
I pull on some nice jeans and a formal sweater. I brush out my long, platinum blond hair and put it into an impeccable bun. I cannot wait until I go to Hogwarts so I don’t have to dress like this everyday. I apply a little bit of makeup so it appears I have skin a smooth as a doll.
“Kaida, are you coming?” My brother asks, appearing in the doorway of my bedroom.
“One second,” I reply, putting on some earrings. “Done,” I say, satisfied.
“Hello, Little Dragon,” Draco says, using his nickname for me. ‘Kaida’ literally means little dragon. Could my parents get anymore creative, especially since ‘Draco’ means dragon.
“Hello to you too, Draco,” I say, ruffling his hair.
“Hey!” Draco exclaims, chasing me down the stairs as I run away from him, squealing. “Gotcha!” Draco claims triumphantly, poking me in the side as he catches up to me. I look up at him, giggling. It’s really annoying that I have to look up at him, even in my black pumps.
“Good morning, Mother and Father,” I say, as formal as ever. I sit on the left of my mother who is sitting to the left of my father while Draco sits on the right side of my father.
“Good morning, Mother. Hello, Father,” Draco says as he sits.
“Good morning, children,” my mother, Narcissa Malfoy, says. My father, Lucius Malfoy, merely nods at us before eating.
“Look, Mum! It’s Bubo!” I exclaim, pointing to the eagle owl.
“Do not speak without being spoken to, girl!” My father snaps. I flush and look down at my lap, even when my mother places her hand on mine, underneath the table.
“Father, are those our Hogwarts letters?” Draco asks. I can’t help myself; I glance up at my father. He hands a letter to Draco and another to Mother who passes it to me.
I eagerly open the letter that bears the Hogwarts crest.
HOGWARTS SCHOOL of WITCHCRAFT and WIZARDRY
Headmaster: ALBUS DUMBLEDORE
(Order of Merlin, First Class, GRand Sorc., Chf. Warlock, Supreme Mugwump, International Confed. Of Wizards.)
Dear Miss Malfoy,
We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Please find enclosed a list of all necessary books and equipment. Term begins 1 September. We await your owl by no later than 31 July.
“May I be excused?” I request, nearly forgetting my manners.
“Yes, you may,” my father tells me. At his words, I calmly walk out of the dining hall, but run into my room the second I leave the hall. I write my response and send it back with my own owl, a barn owl named Miana. I walk back towards the dining hall and see Mother and Father standing up.
“Kaida, we are leaving for Diagon Alley in a few minutes. Could you go fetch your brother please?” Mother says, more as a command than anything.
“Big brother!” I shout through his door. “We’re headed to Diagon Alley!”
“I’m coming,” he says, pulling his door open.
“Let’s go!” I chirp excitedly, pulling his arm along with me.
“Someone’s excited,” Draco teases. I stick my tongue out at him playfully as we dash down the stairs.
“How are we getting there?” I ask, causing my father to glare at me. I shrink under his predatory gaze, but I try not to let anyone notice. Draco does, though. He grabs my hand and gives it a quick squeeze before letting go.
“We are travelling through the Floo network,” Mother says, sending a small smile my way.
“Let’s go,” Father says. Mother does it first, and Draco follows.
“Kaida!” My father snaps. A little scared, I turn to him. “You be on your best behavior, or there will be severe consequences,” he warns me. I nod fervently and hop into the fireplace, shouting, “DIAGON ALLEY” so I could escape.
“There you are, dear,” Mother says.
“Look, Kaida! It’s the new Nimbus!” Draco practically shouts.
“Draco, Kaida, come here please,” Mother says. “I’ll go get your books and wands after we drop you off at Madam Malkins’ for your robes, okay?”
“Yes, Mother,” Draco and I chorus. We all head to Madam Malkins’ robe shop, but then Mother and Father go off.
“Hello, Miss Kaida and Mr. Draco,” Madam Malkins greets us.
“Hello, Madam Malkins!” I chirp.
“Hogwarts robes, I presume?” She asks, raising an eyebrow. I nod eagerly and she laughs as she leads us to stools. Draco and I stand next to a boy near our age with black hair and green eyes.
“Hello,” says Draco. “Hogwarts, too?”
“Yes,” says the boy.
“My father’s next door buying my books and Mother’s up the street looking at wands,” Draco continues, sounding bored. “Then I’m going to drag them off and look at racing brooms. I don’t see why first years can’t have their own. I think I’ll bully Father into getting me one and I’ll smuggle it in somehow.
“Have you got your own broom?” Draco asks.
“No,” says the boy, looking disgusted.
“Play Quidditch at all?” Draco presses.
“I do - Father says it’s a crime if I’m not picked to play for my House, and I must say, I agree. Know what House you’ll be in yet?” Draco brags.
“No,” says the boy.
“Well, no one really knows until they get there, do they, but I know we’ll,” Draco nods his head at me, “be in Slytherin, all our family have been - imagine being in Hufflepuff, I think I’d leave, wouldn’t you?” Draco drones on.
“Hello, I’m Kaida!” I introduce myself, catching Draco on a break, but apparently not for long.
“I say, look at that man!” Draco exclaims, pointing at a very large man.
“That’s Hagrid. He works at Hogwarts,” the boy tells us.
“Oh. I’ve heard of him. He’s a sort of servant, isn’t he?” Draco asks harshly, leaving me to shake my head.
“He’s the gamekeeper,” the boy says.
“Yes, exactly. I heard he’s a sort of savage - lives in a hut on the school grounds and every now and then he gets drunk, tries to do magic, and ends up setting fire to his bed,” Draco gossips.
“I think he’s brilliant,” the boys defends.
“Do you?” Asks Draco. “Why is he with you? Where are your parents?” Draco sneers.
“They’re dead,” the boy snaps.
“Oh, sorry. But they were our kind, weren’t they?” Draco asks. I gasp at his rudeness and shake my head.
“They were a witch and wizard, if that’s what you mean.”
“I really don’t think that they should let the other sort in-” Draco starts.
“I’m sorry about my brother,” I interrupt, directing the apology to the boy. “It was nice meeting you,” I tell him as Madam Malkins leads him away.
“You’re so rude!” I explode at Draco as soon as the boy left.
“Whatever,” Draco mutters. I roll my eyes and ignore him for the rest of our time in the shop.