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Americe rubbed at her eyes. They were swollen and it took her a moment to remember why. She had been upstairs in the attic trying to rid the room of all the dust it had managed to acquire over the years. Just when she thought she was done she had looked up and sneezed sending dust all over the place and into her eyes. I can't belive I'm stuck here looking after the rotten house, while Mom and Dad get to go to London. I dont' understand why they just couldnt' go to the nearest village. We ain't even close to London. What is it a sixty mile dirve? Argh! She stomped her feet and kicked an empty box out of the window. She listened for it to hit the ground and was dissappointed when she heard a thud, and then someone yell ouch. She shook her head and returned to dusting. She stopped suddenly. Empty boxes don't go ouch. She thought. She went back to the window and looked down. A Young blonde hair boy stood underneath the balcony rubbing his head and muttering under his breath. Without a second thought Americe flipped onto the ground below, braceing herself for the pain that was sure to follow.
"Who the hell are you?" She asked the pale skinned boy.
He jumped back in surprise his jaw slightly looping down. Then he quickly straightened himself up. "It's none your business you filthy muggle." Americe puffed up her bottom lip, and lightly bit down on the side of her cheek to stop herself from punching him. "What's the matter? Scared?" He laughed at his own attempt at an insult.
"Jeeze, I always knew I hated wizards. Always stupid little things running around thinking they own everything." She said, rubbing her jaw not paying any attention to the boy who was watching her with a grin on his face.
"My Aunt Bellatrix would love to have a muggle pet, and she's a witch you'd be screaming in five minutes." He drawled out with a laugh, and then stopped, “What do you mean you’ve always hated wizards? And how do you know I am one.”
“One you called me a muggle, two you just said your Aunt was a witch, and I think the blood of a witch or wizard does get passed down to children or relatives unless they are a squib."
He glared at her. "What’s your last name?" He demanded at once. “Why should I tell you? I owe you nothing.” “You threw a box at me.” “I didn’t’ either, I kicked it out the window. It hit you on accident because I didn’t’ even know a stupid blonde boy was standing outside of my home.” “This land belongs to the Malfoy’s woman. So don’t go calling me stupid, and besides I doubt my father would sale his land to any dirty muggle.” “I’m not a muggle, and do I even look remotely dirty to you? I think not.” “Not a muggle? Then tell me your last name.” “Hell No! Why don’t you go ask your father since he sold this land to mine?” “Fine I will and don’t’ be surprised when my Aunt comes for her pet.” He spat on the ground at her feet then turned on his heel and made a haughty retreat.
"That’s right get your white ass out of her." She watched him walk up a path to the large manor and slip in between the gate. She walked back inside her thoughts reeling about thinking about what the boy had told her. Aunt Bellatrix? She sat down in a large arm chair placing her feet on top of the table. He didn't mean Bellatrix Lestrange, did he? He mustn’t’ have been joking. What did he say his last name was, markoy, no? Dufusloy, nope. Oh yeah Malfungusfoy. Yup! Malfungusfoy that seems like the right one so one of those pureblood lovers. I do believe school is going to be fun. Too bad I didn’t' get his name. It's probably Richard or something; I could probably get away with calling him dick. Nah pussy suits him better, but I don’t' want to insult the female population by labeling him that. | 
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