Franki was pretty sure she had been the first one out of the meeting, only too glad to flee the dungeons and the oppressive presence of the people she knew only kept up the appearance of accepting her worth as a human being. Franki might have never been blessed with the social grace if her mother, but she fully understood the way it all worked, and she knew that bearing the name Malfoy, currently meant bearing the title of Grade A Loser. (Or would it be Grade O?)
She wanted a hiding place, and immediately. Most of those who were meeting would be flocking into the Slytherin common room, and she did not want to be caught up in the very crowd she had been seeking relief from. So she turned the other way, and hurried down the corridor, reaching the painting that was rumored to hold the kitchens. She glanced around, and felt the painting, looking for some tell to explain what she was to do. Her fingers brushed the pair, and the painting admitted her.
She quickly stepped through and the elves wheeled around. "Mistress! Mistress!" they squeaked and she shushed them, closing the door, hoping no one in the corridor had heard the ruckus. She looked around, seeing they were offering her all sorts of food. A pie caught her eye. Since she was here... "Sure!" she said, accepting the pie. She was led to a small table, where she sat, being handed a fork and napkin. "Got any pumpkin juice?"
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