Draco Malfoy hitched the collar of his gothic black T-shirt up against the driving sleet and once more inwardly cringed at his decision to abandon the dress code, even if it was to stick it to that preppy mudblood lover of a headmaster who currently had his grimy claws latched into every intimate cranny of the wizarding world with the tenacity of a tapeworm. However, the importance of how quickly he could locate a suitably gothic jacket before he was forced to concede the value of actual robes was suddenly a far less important topic in Dracos mental queue of Things I Should Be Worried About.

Even before her silhouette was discernible through the driving sleet, the clack of six inch heels miraculously not slipping on wet flagstones served to announce the impending presence of a certain Miss Enoby Dark'ness Raven Dementia Way.

Enoby Way, goth, head of the anti-Dumbledore allegiance, Slytherin after the sorting hat caught fire on hr head, self-proclaimed vampire, bane of Hogwarts, destroyer of spelling, and enemy to anyone in pink, no matter how often the victim insisted that it was, in fact, salmon. She was probably the enemy of actual salmon, too. Species was never a barrier for preppiness.

Draco ran a hand through his hair, tried to run back the way hed come, tried to call her over, and tried to call for help all at once, and ended up just dropping his books in a puddle with a strangled sort of 'gragkh' sound more commonly found in the bad neighborhoods of Hogwarts' plumbing system. He resorted to shoving his books away from him with a leather boot and trying to arrange his sopping hair in a shape slightly more gothic that something pulled out of the shower drain. (little known to Draco, the things pulled out of the shower drain were actually the same things that had originally been making those 'gragkh' sounds, and had Enoby known the tragic tale that had lead them to their final resting places she would have deemed them very gothic indeed. But unfortunately their story is doomed to remain unknown so that I can finish telling this one.)

Enoby… did not appear to be coming toward him. In fact she appeared more engaged in squinting through the downpour at a shape which was either a huddled group of students or the Giant Squid from the lake, having mistaken the sodden grounds for a continuation of the water. An understandable mistake, Draco thought wryly. Whatever it was, Enoby apparently felt that it was preppy enough to merit one of her generously given double-fingers. Draco scowled.

"Hey! Enoby!" He shouted. If he was going to talk to her he was going to motherfucking talk to her, dammit!

The witch looked up and gave him a cheerful smile like she hadn't just noticed him scrambling like a fish that wasn't sure whether it was out of the water or not. "What's up Draco?"

…"Nothing." It was entirely possible that Draco's resolve to actually talk to the self-proclaimed vampire had overrun his plans to actually come up with something to say. His tongue flicked across his lips and dried them more than it wet them. The inexplicably-dry Enoby looked content to watch him flounder for the next few hours. "Um."

Enoby cocked her head at a sound that only she could hear. "I have to go." She informed him. "My friends are calling me."

"Um."

"Fangz for the chat. Geddit!?" Enoby dashed away without waiting to hear whether her fellow Slytherin did, in fact, geddit, disappearing under another curtain of sleet that managed to miss her while hitting Draco full in the face. He blinked and started back the way he had come without realizing it.

There was just something about her.

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