“Detention; starting immediately!”
            Elizabeth turned to glare at Malfoy’s profile with a look of utter hatred. She stared at him and forbid herself to think of him in any other way but unappealing. “He’s nothing but his father’s son…a Malfoy. Sure he’s cute, handsome even, but that is it.” She reasoned, figuring that her heart was thumping in her chest from pure rage and not anyother emotion.