Abraxas Malfoy

1953. New Year, 7th year. Hogwarts Express. New Year, the last year at Hogwarts. Exams, last chances, and last chances. Abraxas Malfoy sat with his friends in the Slytherin carriage. They laughed and discussed absolutely everything. This year, as they knew, Hogwarts had a new girl straight into 7th year. It was all strange. Abraxas looked out the window, taking in the view. His thoughts were mixed, and his feelings even more so. Another year, another year of the mask, another year without a serious relationship. Did he want one? He didn't know. He knew for sure that he hadn't always wanted to live the way he was living. He was wearing a Hogwarts uniform. A friend called him over, and, distracted from his thoughts, he tried to chat with them. Our conversation included laughter, discussions about who would be in a relationship with whom (in a vulgar way, of course), and which girls were pretty and which weren't. And of course, Potter and his gang were idiots.