11 Draco Malfoy (2/2)

”Ah! Before I forget... Casimir!” Mr. Proulx suddenly called Casimir who was just quietly watching them, moving aside to introduce his own son. ”Draco, this is my son Casimir. Hopefully, the both of you could get along with each other.” The man said with his hands on Casimir's shoulders, as if he was afraid his son would suddenly disappear to wander around somewhere else.

After being put in the spotlight so suddenly by his father, Casimir began to feel slightly panicked. The worst place to put an assassin, former or not, was in the spotlight after all. ”B-bonsoir, ah! I mean, Good Evening, Draco.” Casimir bowed elegently but, his words had a stutter. ”Hello again, Mr. Malfoy.”

”I see you've learned a bit of English.” Mr. Malfoy stated. ”Draco, shouldn't you be saying something?”

”Good evening, Casimir.” Draco replied with a straight face.

Suddenly, Casimir found himself desperately trying to suppress his laughter. Unfortunately, his unnatural expression gave it away.

”What's so funny?” Draco asked, looking annoyed that someone was laughing at him, making Casimir laugh aloud. ”Pfft! Hahaha!”

”I said, what's so funny?!” Draco's face started to redden from anger but, Casimir just continued laughing.

”Alright, that's enough, Casimir.” Mr. Proulx had an amused smile. ”Don't worry, Draco. You just mispronounced his name.”

”It's Ca-zah-meer. Ca-zah-meer. Not Cashmere.” Casimir said, trying to stop himself from laughing more. ”I'm not cashmere coat.”

”Well, you have a funny accent yourself!” Draco retorted back.

QAQ I do?!

Seeing Casimir's horrified expression, Draco grinned triumphantly.

”Shall we leave the children get to know each other?” Mr. Proulx turned towards Mr. Malfoy.

”...Let us do so. We still have some business to discuss.” Mr. Malfoy answered after a momentary pause.

”Casimir.” Mr. Proulx called Casimir's attention. ”Entertain Draco for a while. Don't wander around.”

”Yes, father.” Casimir replied. Although he was curious about what kind of business they were to talk about, he knew he couldn't overstep his boundaries so he just agreed.

After both the boys watched their fathers walk farther into the room, they turned to each other in silence; the air turning awkward in the speed of sound.

”Do you want to get away from here?” Casimir suddenly asked. Fortunately he studied English so, he could now hold basic conversations.

”I'm not sure that would be a good idea.” Draco said, perhaps worried that his father might find out but still maintained that proud, 'none are better than moi' expression.

”It's good! It's good! Come! I will show you something!” Casimir grinned mischievously and directly grabbed Draco's wrist, pulling the boy towards a wall which also served as the exit to the room. ”You will like it!”