Digandi House

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Antonio was next to his mom. "How did you get dad off your back?"
"Oh, dear, it was rather easy. I asked him for a divorce."
"...Mom, I'm not eleven anymore."
"Oh fine. Well... you see..." And she told him her story.

Antonio sat in his room, with the lights off. There was nothing to do. He just stared at the wall, shadows under his eyes, dark brown hair falling ever-so-slightly over his eyes. He had the smallest smirk ever. Just slight. You could hardly see it.

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Karin was knocking on his front door.

Antonio stepped out of his dark room and went down the stairs. He opened the door, and saw Karin. "Well, hey."

Karin smiled at him, a rather sly smile, which seemed to have grown to her typical smile. "Hello. Are you going to let me in?"

He leaned against the doorframe and had one hand holding the doorknob. "Jeez, I don't know." He turned his head around as if motioning that something was going on in the back of the house. Then, he turned back and looked at Karin.
"We have company." He paused, looking around, then leaned in. "You know what I mean, right?"

She studied his face carefully, and she raised an eyebrow at him. "Do you mean...?"

Antonio raised both eyebrows. "I might."

She lowered her voice to a whisper. "Are there... Death Eaters inside?"

"Yeah... my parents have been... conversing with them. But, you can't tell anyone." He took a step closer, until his chest was close to her's, and he held his head high, but his eyes looked down. "Can you not tell anyone, for me?"

Karin stared at him stark still for a minute, but then she nodded weakly, showing that she promised.

"Ca-can I come in?" she whispered again.

"Yeah!" Antonio moved to let her in.

"Thank you," and she stepped inside the house.

"You know, maybe we should just go outside..."

"Oh, yeah. Right. It's just I've never seen Death Eaters before."

"They're really... interrogating."

Karin held her head eye. "There's nothing wrong with me! They can interrogate me all they want!" she loudly and pridefully, proud of her "pure-blood" status.

Antonio leaned in. "I might have given away where Fry's house is. Not that I care. But, if it's not done yet, they've probably gone after him and his family."

"You told them where they live? That's really..."

"Not in a bad way. We were just talking in a kind way, and I talked about them. What do you mean, by "really"..."

"I don't know how to describe. But, really. Wasn't he your friends?"

Antonio shook his head. "Not anymore. And didn't I say? It was just a friendly conversation. They may be interrogating, but they're kind. To our family, I guess. Considering most of my cousins are helping them and stuff."

"They sorta just leave my family alone. I don't really know why though."