-Draco?- A quiet whisper carried through the abandoned rooms of the old building once used as an orphanage.-Are you here?
The old staves of the parquet floor creaked lightly under her foot, filling the dead silence with their prolonged wail. The elven woman fidgeted slightly and looked around her. She never liked coming to this place because it scared her a little, but when it came to her friend she was ready to overcome her fear.
-Draco?- she repeated once more peeking through the open door into the next room.
Not getting an answer, she slowly approached the next one and looked inside. The room was large and its windows overlooked an old park once lying within the boundaries of an abandoned orphanage, but now maintained by the city government. The bright glow of a full moon streamed through the windows, and in one of the patches of light a lone figure sat on the floor with his face covered by small hands resting on his knees.
-Here you are.- She whispered and slowly approached him.-I've been looking everywhere for you.-She sat down next to him and looked at the sky full of stars.-That was Pirce and his gang again, wasn't it?
Jeviev noticed out of the corner of her eye how Draco slowly nodded. He didn't speak or look at her. The elfess focused her attention back on the twinkling stars.
-Look at me,- she asked in a whisper after a few minutes of silence.-Please Draco.
She stared at him expectantly. She knew full well that he would eventually succumb. As she always did. She realised, however, that it might take him even a few minutes, but she was not in a hurry.
After a moment, the dragon twitched and raised his head. He looked at her. Jeviev refrained from reacting seeing a black eye and a few scratches on his face. She ignored these injuries by looking into steel eyes. She saw the same pain in them as always. She sighed quietly and shook her head. She didn't need to say anything. The mere fact that she was
