13 What are You (1/2)
”Fortunately, Mr. Malfoy went outside for some fresh air so he didn't notice.” Mr. Proulx said coldly.
He went out? How come we didn't see him though? Casimir was confused.
”But, you! I told you not to wander around. How come you never listen to what you're told?” Mr. Proulx flicked Casimir's forehead.
”Owh...” Casimir held his forehead reflexively and looked at Mr. Proulx with an aghast expression, looking as if he were wronged.
Meanwhile, Draco was just watching them from the side, laughing to himself.
”Don't give me that look.” Mr. Proulx had his eyes narrowed. ”Tell me, was it right for the host to leave his own banquet?”
”No...?” Casimir replied but, it sounded more like a question since he wasn't exactly sure how banquets worked. ”It felt boring here so I thought...that we could...go out..?” He tried to explain but his voice just got softer and softer as he went on, perturbed by the unreasonably cold expression Mr. Proulx had on.
”We'll talk later.” Mr. Proulx just said this single line, then, left to chat with the guests.
Oh fuck! That line again!
”Do you always get scolded by your father?” Draco asked out of nowhere, his face still having a gloating expression.
I swear, one day I will teach this brat a lesson. Casimir thought to himself.
”No. Today was special.” Casimir lied with a straight face.
”Speaking of special, why did your father suddenly decide to throw a banquet? Don't you know that throwing a banquet on a thirteen that falls on a Friday is bad luck?” Draco asked, looking as if he were a smart person trying to educate a stupid person.
”...It's my seventh birthday...” Casimir said glumly.
”Oh... Happy Birthday.” Draco said awkwardly then, reverted back to his prideful expression. ”Just so you know, I had mine three months ago so I'm older than you.”
This brat..!
”...Did you really come here without knowing what the banquet is for?” Casimir asked skeptically.
”Why would I need to know the purpose of every stupid banquet?” Draco replied with a question of his own.
”So you can avoid offending people!” Casimir suddenly had the urge to smack some sense into this arrogant child.
”Why should I need to be afraid of offending people? They should be afraid of offending me!” Draco stated in a matter-of-fact way.
... Casimir had no words to say.
...
After the banquet ended and most the guests had already left, Mr. Malfoy finally showed himself again to pick Draco up and, after bidding farewell to Mr. Proulx and Casimir, they immediately left.
Suspiciously enough, Casimir noticed that Mr. Malfoy smelled like he just went into a heavily dusted area.
He was pretty sure that their gardens didn't smell like dust.