Hello. This is the formal greeting. Mom, Pansy Parkinson, was dressing me up. "Now, now, you must look your best if you want to get a Malfoy to like you," mother chided. "B-but what if I don't want a Malfoy to like me?" I respond, uncertain. It has always been my mother's dream to marry Draco Malfoy, but her dream was crushed when he married Astoria Greengrass. Ever since I was born, she tried getting Scorpius and I to be friends. And indeed we are. Mother wants ME to carry out her dream, so that she can finally be related to Draco. Sure, Scorpius and I are friends, but none of us LOVE each other. Scorpius loves Rose, and I understand completely. "Oh dear, you didn't brush your hair again, didn't you?" mom asks. "Yes, I did." I reply, but mom just shoos it away. "Nonesense. Here, let me do it." Once she was done, she put my hair up in a high ponytail. I brought down my luggage, and ran out of the house, and quickly into the car, ready to leave towards Platform 9 and 3/4, before mom can comment on my appearance again. Finally, she got in, and drove us away.