11 Draco Malfoy (1/2)

Right after Casimir noticed the new guests, Mr. Proulx did so too. After excusing himself, Mr. Proulx immediately headed towards the two with Casimir in tow.

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”Father, how come they have people as servants instead of house elves?” Draco asked his father, looking around the room curiously after they had arrived, not noticing Casimir and Mr. Proulx who were just a short distance of a few paces away from them.

”Those are squibs, Draco. People who came from wizardry families but didn't have an ounce of talent for magic so, they became lowly servants instead in exchange for protection.” Mr. Malfoy told his son coldly. ”They are people who are no more than pebbles at the side of the road in the world we live in so, I better not find out that you've been associating with their kind.”

”Yes, father.” Drace answered seriously, wanting to please his father.

Casimir sighed. Although he couldn't quite accept what Mr. Malfoy said about the manor's servants, he still chose to keep quiet, knowing that what the man had said was the actual truth. The cold, harsh truth that one has to accept at some point in their lives.

Equality is just a myth.

If you wish for justice, then you must have the power to take it.

Even in the seemingly peaceful Proulx manor, Casimir knew that the very same servants whom he had been living and conversing with were actually just tools which Mr. Proulx could just dispose of at any given moment.

Just see for yourself, the outcome of the man who almost got Casimir killed on the first day.

Such is the life of the lower class.

And there was no one more familiar with it than Casimir himself.

It seems like some things never change, even in different worlds.

”Mr. Malfoy! We're so glad you could take the time out of your busy schedule to come!” Finally, Mr. Proulx decided to let his presence be known, greeting the Malfoys with the same amiable smile that he had shown everyone else, not giving away any hint that he had heard what they were talking about. ”Ah, it seems you have also brought young Draco Malfoy with you!”

”Indeed. I've brought him with me today to help him get familiar with occasions such as this. Hopefully, you won't mind.” Mr. Malfoy said with a courteous smile yet still managing to look dignified. Just how does he do it?!

Oh. That's a nice cane though...

”Not at all! Not at all!” Mr. Proulx turned towards Draco with a kind smile that adults would normally show to children. ”Hello, Draco. Do you remember me? The last time I saw you, you were still very young! Around two or three years old perhaps?”

To what Mr. Proulx said, Draco just looked confused and turned to his father, obviously not remembering who Mr. Proulx was.

”Draco, this is Mr. Proulx. My business partner.” Mr. Malfoy explained in a timely manner. ”He used to visit when you were younger.”

”Haha! It seems like you don't remember.” Mr. Proulx laughed as if he found it funny. ”You were so young back then! It would be surprising if you remembered.”