occam's razor
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I've got to remember this is just a game

     There was no given response to her first question. In his true heart, Draco knew his mother was very much alive. He knew that she was out there and that she would find them, eventually. This of course, he did not want only because he felt such displeasure for both parents—they had walked away, and they had put themselves before their children. For that reason alone, Draco no longer considered them such. Even those people in Europe had accepted his lies when he said they were dead; they were half dead anyway, and dead to him at length.
     A chunk of his red-black hair fell in his face, and he grinned in a way that made him look just a little too much like his father. “No, not at all,” he said, though this sounded like a lie. It was, but it was not. He had other reasons for being here. “What about you? What dragged you all the way across the sea?”






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