 3. Bluebell Flames please don't let me be miunderstood
3. Bluebell Flames 
Narcissa turned around, panicking. Her son was nowhere to be seen, and more shouts were in the air, due to the appearance of the Dark Mark. She ran through the crowd, yelling for Draco. Tears welled up in her eyes, and they dropped slowly down her cheeks.
Where could Draco possibly be? He could not have gone far away, without the ability to apparate nor a broomstick. Narcissa's thought drifted back several hours, when her family encountered the Minister of Magic, and the Weasleys. That was it. The Weasleys, Potter and the Granger girl. Draco was probably with them. Picking up some courage, Narcissa walked up to the forest, where a lot of children were taking refuge.
Draco was leaning on a tall tree near the edge of the forest, flipping a piece of gold lazily in his hand. "Draco!" Narcissa yelled, running up to hug her son. He did not seem happy at his mother's behavior. With shaking hands, Narcissa conjured Bluebell Flames and stored them inside a jar. This was what she always did when nervous. Now all they needed to do was go back home safely.
Last edited by sweetpinkpixie; 03-18-2014 at 01:25 PM.
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