2 Getting Used to the New Life

The life as a six-year-old Draco Malfoy was boring. For one, I couldn't learn magic. And my only real conversationalists were house elves, who, while alright at first, started to get on my nerves later. Don't get me wrong, I like these creepy little creatures, they are cute in their own 'big eyes, huge ears' way. But their voices are squeaky and the way they talk is grammatically incorrect. Like right now:

"What can Missy do for young master?"

"Tell mother when she comes back from the gathering that I want to start my magic lessons. If I have to stay in this manor for one more day doing nothing, I will kill myself!" Draco groaned. He was laying on an ornate couch in a beautifully decorated living room (one of the many) while blankly staring at the hanging from the ceiling crystal chandelier. It was pretty, especially when the sun rays hit it and multiple colors would be reflected in the surroundings.

"Mistress tells Missy the tutor in Etiquette and Languages comes on Monday. No magic for young master!"

With those words the house elf whose name was Missy popped away. Likely, because Draco started to get on her nerves and she wanted to avoid further questions. After all, today wasn't the first time Draco called her with instructions which somehow involved learning magic.

However, it wasn't easy for him too. He had to whine multiple times at dinner, when his parents were present, in order to start with his lessons. Draco learned that children's education in the Wizarding World usually started when the child in question reached the age of seven. Technically, that's when said child could start safely practicing magic. The number 7 was the most magical number and wizards especially adhered to it. So no matter how much Draco whined, he wasn't allowed to even glance at a magic theory book!

But he did get something out of his efforts: tutoring on non-magical subjects. His parents agreed that he had to be occupied somehow and these lessons were the result.

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The lessons on etiquette involved multiple subjects, such as dining table rules, dress code, correct speech, dancing and other useless stuff. Draco also wasn't impressed with his Etiquette teacher, who was a stern fifty-year-old unmarried woman, without an ounce of humor.

However, his Languages teacher was nice. He was an old man with a shortly trimmed white beard and sparkling gray eyes. He and Draco got along very well because Draco was easy to teach. Draco obviously knew how to read and write, he also freely spoke Russian and French, as those were the languages he learned in his previous life. The Languages tutor's name was Philip Rabbit, and yes, it was real. Draco loved calling him Mr Rabbit.

So even though he had to learn a lot in his Etiquette class, in Languages Draco only concentrated on learning Latin and German. For a multilingual person with a child's brain (which absorbs information more easily than an adult's), learning two new languages wasn't that hard.

As Draco's days finally started filling up with various activities, he even picked up some hobbies.

The manor grounds had stables, which housed multiple magical creatures similar to horses. There were alicorns (winged horses with a horn), abraxans (winged horses without horn), hippogriffs and griffins.

When Draco remembered about the existence of these stables, he also recalled his previous life's dream of learning horse-riding. Therefore he didn't waste time and went to his parents to inquire about tutoring in this subject. So it didn't take long for Draco to slowly begin riding horses, and eventually - other creatures too.

As Draco settled down in his new life, he gradually started to forget the old one.

Then, his seventh birthday finally arrived and with it - the long awaited magic lessons.