Reinnéa (Re-in-uh) Lestrange. This is an original character that I have
created especially for my first and probably last Harry Potter fanfic. Who
this girl is will be revealed in due time. But let it be known that besides
her, I own nothing of this wonderful world that Ms. Rowling created for
us. Thank you and enjoy this fic!
1 The Other Side
By: Calcria Mars
1.1 Introduction
Reinnéa woke with a start. Her long silky black hair covered her like a blanket and she shivered when she realized that her hair was all that was covering her. She opened her eyes and saw her nanny, Colsetta, standing beside her bed, looking as if she were about to wake her. She sighed saying nothing to the elderly woman, who always treated her as if she feared the 15 year-old girl. Fear or awe, that was how everyone treated her in this place.
Reinnéa looked around her huge, dark mahogany bed at the covers that were twisted and hanging off the edge of her bed. Her pillows also accompanied them on the floor. Colsetta said nothing to her, just handed her robe to her as if it would bite her at any moment. She was always wary of the young girl on mornings when she found her covers on the floor. Reinnéa knew better to seek comfort from her nanny. It was always an uncomfortable situation and somehow made her feel worse. But right now all she wanted was someone to hold her and let her cry on their shoulder. 'Why so many nights now?' She asked herself. Three times this week, she had had the dream. A nightmare really. When she was little the nightmare would haunt her dreams a lot. But it had stopped. She never dreamed of it, until the end of last May. The nightmare returned more horrible and frightening then ever. She had relived it every night that week. She supposed it was her parent's murder she dreamed of.
Her parents had been dead since she was a little over a year old. Ever since then she had lived in their manor, taken care of by her uncle, and multitudes of servants. Her uncle was the only person who wasn't afraid of her and actually liked her, but the problem with that was that Reinnéa was scared of him. He seemed to be a hermit, and was rarely seen around the manor. When she did see him, his odd way of talking and his clothing, his ridiculous ideas and his way of treating her like she was a most wonderful goddess, freaked Reinnéa out. Lately her uncle seemed more attentive than ever.
Like at this moment when he came strolling into her bedchamber, his strange green robes swishing around him, disregarding the fact that she hadn't but her rode on over her pajamas yet. He smiled at her and walked over to the edge of her bed stepping over the heavy green embroidered silk comforters laying about. Her picked up one of her silver silk pillows, and handed it to her remarking,
"I always have loved your bed coverings. Green and silver were my house colors at Hogwarts you know!" Reinnéa just disregarded the mention of his prep school. He always said strange things about it. He continued oblivious of the way his niece was pulling on her robe, frantically but as if she were trying to conceal the action, "I wish you could have gone there. They teach you nothing at that ridiculous muggle school of yours!" Muggle. Another one of those crazy words that only Uncle Mortius would use. "Anyways, I came up here to tell you that you need to get ready because we are having company today. The Malfoys are coming to visit."
Reinnéa's heart fell. She hated those people so. Mr. And Mrs. Malfoy always looked at her with such pity and sometimes with an almost a look of respect. Their son , Draco was another story altogether. He always turned his nose up at her and acted like she had a mental retardation. He always explained everything to her, like she didn't know a thing.
Uncle Mortius smiled at her. "Reinnéa, soon, dear. Soon, there will come a time that you will get to join us." Obviously he had said too much because he quickly turned and walked out of her room.
Colsetta threw back the drapes that covered the tall window and let the August sunshine in. Reinnéa's amber colored eyes quickly adjusted. There was no electricity in the manor, which was one reason why Reinnéa, would never let her school friends come over. Her uncle was another, but the main reason was herself.
Reinnéa's eyes glowed red for a moment and the battery powered C.D. Player on her dresser turned on and began to play music. The young girl didn't have her friends over because she didn't want them to know… Know all the weird things that she could do.
At school, Reinnéa was a normal girl, as normal as she could be. She was held as the prettiest girl in school in the yearbook three years running. She was a soloist in the choir's last two performances. She was the best dancer on the dance team and captain of the swim team. Not to mention top of the class. She had some very good friends and her teachers all loved her. School was the best place for Reinnéa to be. Away form this dark stone manor. Away from the frightened servants. Away from the ranting uncle.
Reinnéa cursed the days of the week. She wished that she was at school now, that it wasn't a Saturday. She knew that Draco would leave for his private boarding school at the end of the month and wished he was gone. She finally got out of her bed, Colsetta quickly picking up her bed coverings. The lady finally spoke.
"The Malfoys will be here at noon, Reinnéa. You can wait until tea before you great them If you'd like." Reinnéa nodded furiously, and said,
"Of course! The later the better!" Reinnéa knew that Colsetta hated the Malfoys almost as much as she did and that made their relationship a little closer when the dreaded family came over. Colsetta obviously decided that Reinnéa wasn't going to go insane about her nightmare and began to talk to her normally, well as normal as Colsetta talked.
"I'll get your shower ready and when you are finished we can decide how we can do you hair… I think you should wear your short pink dress, you know the one you got in London…" Reinnéa in the meantime had gone into her closet and had put on a sport's bra and shorts. She came out of the closet holding her shoes and socks, sat down at her vanity, and began to put them on while Colsetta fluffed the pillows on the bed.
"Don't worry about the shower yet, Colsetta. I'm going down to the ballroom to work out the choreography for a new dance. I want to take my dance to the tournament in November…" Reinnéa stopped as she saw the look on Colsetta's face. She looked troubled. "Don't worry," said Reinnéa, quickly, "I'll come back up here and shower sometime before 12:00. And tea isn't until 1:00! I won't miss anything…" Colsetta surprised her young mistress by smiling at her.
"I know you won't. You're a good child… Let me fix your hair, "She said quickly, and hurried around the bed to pull up Reinnéa's long hair into a ponytail. For a moment Reinnéa thought that her nursemaid may actually care for her. When Colsetta was finished Reinnéa stood, her black hair hitting the hem of her shorts. The fifteen year-old girl examined herself in the mirror. She was medium height, about 5'7 and slender. Her friends always commented on how jealous they were of her perfect figure.
'At least they don't have freaky powers that make their eyes flash red,' she thought to herself. She watch her eyes go red as behind her the C.D. Player clicked off, and floated over to her as did her C.D. book. Reinnéa grabbed them and nodded to Colsetta.
"The pink dress will be fine. You can pick out everything for today. I don't care how I look for the Malfoys." She said. She walked out of her bedroom and down a long corridor. Goosebumps covered her tan arms and stomach as she grew colder. The entire manor was made of stone. There was nothing on any of the walls. Actually except for the bare essentials of furniture and a few other things, the house was empty. At least the parts that Reinnéa saw of it. She wasn't allowed in any of the house except the east wing, where her bedchamber was and the main part of the house. She really didn't care. She hated the place so much that she hadn't even bothered to explore all of what she was allowed to.
Reinnéa came to the end of her corridor and turned down the grand double staircase. She was now in the main part of the house. At the bottom of the stairs was the entrance hall. A door to the left led to the parlor and tearoom. A door to the right led to the dining room and kitchens. She sniffed the air and smelled what seemed to be the servants cooking for dinner already. She grimaced thinking of the company that would be here.
Reinnéa didn't think it was odd that she never saw any of the cooks or other servants. She would just assume that they would keep to themselves because they were frightened of her too. The only servants who ever had anything to do with her was Colsetta, the butler Vladimir, and the twin French maids, Raelle and Mirielle, who always took care of bringing her food and linger near the swimming pool when Reinnéa swan, just in case.
Reinnéa came to the bottom of the stairs and walk back under them. This way was the unused ballroom and the swimming pool. The double doors to the ballroom were to her left but she ignored them and walked over to the wall that had six sets of glass French doors. Reinnéa looked out at the courtyard and saw the outdoor swimming pool. She made a mental note to herself to go swimming tonight, so she could get away from that dreadful Malfoy boy.
On the other side of the hall was more glass doors leading to the indoor swimming pool. The swimming pools were not always at the manor. When Reinnéa told her uncle that she had been made the captain of the swim team last year, he had them put in. To her astonishment, it had only taken a day. At first she thought that something was wrong with them and wouldn't use them for about a month. She knew that there was no way possible that one swimming pool could be built in a day, much less two. But the more she examined them and no one said anything about their installation, she finally deemed them safe.
Reinnéa turned away from the French doors and walked back over to the ball room. One of the twins, Raelle she thought, was standing at the doors with a tray that had two croissants and a glass of orange juice on it. Reinnéa smiled at the lady who walked into the ballroom after her and laid the tray on a table in the nearest corner of the room. She bobbed a curtsy and left. Reinnéa put down the C.D. Player and bit into one of the croissants and smiled as she tasted Nutella in the middle of it. She took a sip of the juice and looked around the room.
This room wasn't used anymore and it also happened to be one of the only rooms to Reinnéa's knowledge that had a wooden floor in the house. It had many French doors on one of it's walls like the corridor. They led straight to the outdoor swimming area. Since no one seemed to mind her using the room to practice her dancing and singing, she had taken it over. Her uncle had mirrors put in to line the to inner walls. A couple of couches and the table where her breakfast was, had been brought in for her use. Also in another corner were two tall bookcases, where Reinnéa kept many books and activities. It was like her own private playroom.
Reinnéa flopped down on the couch and began on the other croissant. She grabbed a manga (Japanese comic book) that she had been reading yesterday, off the floor and started where she left off. She drank the rest of her orange juice while she read the pages of Fushigi Yugi. She sat the glass down on the tray and laid her book on the couch. She picked up a moist towel that the maid had put on the breakfast tray and wiped her hands and face. She picked the lot of it up and set the tray down outside of the doors and then closed them. She turned and walked over to her C.D. Player. She sorted through her C.D. book and finally pulled out Daft Punk's "One More Time" single.
Reinnéa stretched and did a few cartwheels and handsprings to get her blood pumping before she turned on the music and began to make up new moves that will impress judges. She watched herself in the mirror and imagined her teammates around her. Soon she lost herself in the music, dancing was all that was in her mind.
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Reinnéa flipped over and landed in an ungraceful heap on the floor. She had finished the dance and had run through it many times to commit it to memory. Sweat was running down he face and was beading on her stomach and arms. She looked at the clock on the wall over the couches and heaved a sigh. It was 11:15 and in an hour and 45 minutes she would have to put up with the company of her uncle's eccentric friends.
She sighed and stood up stretching her muscles and legs. Turning her head toward the bookcases her eyes flashed and suddenly her ballet slippers flew to her hand. She quickly switched her tennis shoes for the ballet slippers and stood. The toe shoes were uncomfortable but Reinnéa loved ballet more than the modern dance that the school did. She smiled as she looked at herself in the mirror, pretending that instead of a sweaty sport's bra and shorts, that she was wearing a silk leotard and a gauze skirt.
Kicking the tennis shoes out of the way, Reinnéa gracefully danced over to the C.D. player and put in her Beauty and the Beast soundtrack. When she had first went on point, she had made up a dance to an instrumental medley to one of the few movies she had ever seen. Now she used her dance to cool down when she was finished with her workouts. Setting the C.D. on repeat, she began to dance.
Moving gracefully, she closed her eyes and let her body move. The movements came naturally now, having danced this dance so many times. Her mind drifted back to the movie. The manor was devoid of all the things normal people had; electricity, telephones, T.V., the Internet. Reinnéa sometimes went to the movies with her friends, but that being one or twice a year, she normally was left out of the conversations that her friends had about movies, T.V., and video games. She used the Internet at school, sometimes but it didn't do her any good when she couldn't check email or anything. Her friends never questioned why she didn't have anything like that, they all sympathized and murmured about child abuse behind her back. Therefore she got a lot of invitations to spend nights or have play dates with her friends. Invitations that she had to turn down.
She knew that her uncle would never let her go. He seemed to think that she didn't need to have friends, at least with the people that went to her school. He always said, "Tis a pity you never get to associate with your own sort." That was why he was always excited when his weird friends came over. People like the Malfoys…
Reinnéa suddenly stopped mid-twirl and opened her eyes. The mirrors in front of her reflected the scene behind her. The double doors to the ballroom were wide open, and there was someone sitting on the couch. Draco Malfoy sat with a bored expression on his face, his eyes following her movements. Her eyes flashed red and the music stopped. Draco' s expression flickered slightly and he leaned forward.
"Hello Reinnéa," He drawled, smirking at her.
"Hello Draco," She replied, suddenly all to aware of her lack of proper clothing. She tugged her shorts down and her bra up and turned to face him. He just sat there smirking. She walked over to him and then exploded.
"How long have you been watching?" She demanded, furious that he had the nerve to spy on her.
"Long enough," He said standing, obviously not wanting to be at a disadvantage.
She stared at him for a moment then threw herself to the ground pulling off her ballet slippers and putting on her tennis shoes. Not thinking, she made her ballet shoes float back to the bookshelves. She jerked head up and looked at Malfoy. Draco just looked down at her staring intently, like he was trying to see something inside of her. She stood up and said, "Well, I'm going to take a shower and get dressed for tea. I'm assuming that you parents will be looking for you."
Malfoy smirked and walked around the table toward her. "It would cause a sensation if you went to tea dressed like that. Honestly, I swear I don't understand m-," He cleared his throat and started again. "I don't understand your kind," He decided on the phrase to use, "But if all of you girls dress like that, I bet that all the m-, I mean, your kind of boys are a very happy lot." He went back to smirking.
Reinnéa caught his game in a second. He was trying to goad her into a fight, but she wasn't going to anger that easily. She decided to play a little game of her own. "Your right Draco," She cooed, moving closer to him in graceful seductive movements. The boy's face went from smug to confused in seconds. She smiled and laid her hands on his shoulders. "My kind of girls are sooo easy," She said, leaning toward him. She smiled and then said, "But then again, I'm freak here. An outcast." It was her turn to smirk as she pushed the blond-headed boy away from herself. "I'm not easy or retarded, or whatever you may think I am. I'd watch out." Reinnéa turned and walked out of the ballroom.
Draco hadn't fell, only stumbled back a few steps. He watched her leave the room through narrowed eyes. His smirk returned as he said to the girl's retreating back, "Your kind. You are my kind in more ways than one." He left the room and stalked toward the parlor.
Reinnéa headed toward her bedroom in disgust. She flew into the room, startling Colsetta out of the closet as she pulled off her shoes and sock and all her clothes in the middle of her bedroom. She tugged the ponytail holder out of her hair and began brushing quickly. Colsetta took the hint and went and began the fix her shower. Reinnéa threw the hair brush down and walked into the bathroom. She stepped under the cool water and let it run over her. She sighed and began to wash her hair. Looking up, she muttered, "It's going to be a long weekend."
1 The Other Side
By: Calcria Mars
1.1 Introduction
Reinnéa woke with a start. Her long silky black hair covered her like a blanket and she shivered when she realized that her hair was all that was covering her. She opened her eyes and saw her nanny, Colsetta, standing beside her bed, looking as if she were about to wake her. She sighed saying nothing to the elderly woman, who always treated her as if she feared the 15 year-old girl. Fear or awe, that was how everyone treated her in this place.
Reinnéa looked around her huge, dark mahogany bed at the covers that were twisted and hanging off the edge of her bed. Her pillows also accompanied them on the floor. Colsetta said nothing to her, just handed her robe to her as if it would bite her at any moment. She was always wary of the young girl on mornings when she found her covers on the floor. Reinnéa knew better to seek comfort from her nanny. It was always an uncomfortable situation and somehow made her feel worse. But right now all she wanted was someone to hold her and let her cry on their shoulder. 'Why so many nights now?' She asked herself. Three times this week, she had had the dream. A nightmare really. When she was little the nightmare would haunt her dreams a lot. But it had stopped. She never dreamed of it, until the end of last May. The nightmare returned more horrible and frightening then ever. She had relived it every night that week. She supposed it was her parent's murder she dreamed of.
Her parents had been dead since she was a little over a year old. Ever since then she had lived in their manor, taken care of by her uncle, and multitudes of servants. Her uncle was the only person who wasn't afraid of her and actually liked her, but the problem with that was that Reinnéa was scared of him. He seemed to be a hermit, and was rarely seen around the manor. When she did see him, his odd way of talking and his clothing, his ridiculous ideas and his way of treating her like she was a most wonderful goddess, freaked Reinnéa out. Lately her uncle seemed more attentive than ever.
Like at this moment when he came strolling into her bedchamber, his strange green robes swishing around him, disregarding the fact that she hadn't but her rode on over her pajamas yet. He smiled at her and walked over to the edge of her bed stepping over the heavy green embroidered silk comforters laying about. Her picked up one of her silver silk pillows, and handed it to her remarking,
"I always have loved your bed coverings. Green and silver were my house colors at Hogwarts you know!" Reinnéa just disregarded the mention of his prep school. He always said strange things about it. He continued oblivious of the way his niece was pulling on her robe, frantically but as if she were trying to conceal the action, "I wish you could have gone there. They teach you nothing at that ridiculous muggle school of yours!" Muggle. Another one of those crazy words that only Uncle Mortius would use. "Anyways, I came up here to tell you that you need to get ready because we are having company today. The Malfoys are coming to visit."
Reinnéa's heart fell. She hated those people so. Mr. And Mrs. Malfoy always looked at her with such pity and sometimes with an almost a look of respect. Their son , Draco was another story altogether. He always turned his nose up at her and acted like she had a mental retardation. He always explained everything to her, like she didn't know a thing.
Uncle Mortius smiled at her. "Reinnéa, soon, dear. Soon, there will come a time that you will get to join us." Obviously he had said too much because he quickly turned and walked out of her room.
Colsetta threw back the drapes that covered the tall window and let the August sunshine in. Reinnéa's amber colored eyes quickly adjusted. There was no electricity in the manor, which was one reason why Reinnéa, would never let her school friends come over. Her uncle was another, but the main reason was herself.
Reinnéa's eyes glowed red for a moment and the battery powered C.D. Player on her dresser turned on and began to play music. The young girl didn't have her friends over because she didn't want them to know… Know all the weird things that she could do.
At school, Reinnéa was a normal girl, as normal as she could be. She was held as the prettiest girl in school in the yearbook three years running. She was a soloist in the choir's last two performances. She was the best dancer on the dance team and captain of the swim team. Not to mention top of the class. She had some very good friends and her teachers all loved her. School was the best place for Reinnéa to be. Away form this dark stone manor. Away from the frightened servants. Away from the ranting uncle.
Reinnéa cursed the days of the week. She wished that she was at school now, that it wasn't a Saturday. She knew that Draco would leave for his private boarding school at the end of the month and wished he was gone. She finally got out of her bed, Colsetta quickly picking up her bed coverings. The lady finally spoke.
"The Malfoys will be here at noon, Reinnéa. You can wait until tea before you great them If you'd like." Reinnéa nodded furiously, and said,
"Of course! The later the better!" Reinnéa knew that Colsetta hated the Malfoys almost as much as she did and that made their relationship a little closer when the dreaded family came over. Colsetta obviously decided that Reinnéa wasn't going to go insane about her nightmare and began to talk to her normally, well as normal as Colsetta talked.
"I'll get your shower ready and when you are finished we can decide how we can do you hair… I think you should wear your short pink dress, you know the one you got in London…" Reinnéa in the meantime had gone into her closet and had put on a sport's bra and shorts. She came out of the closet holding her shoes and socks, sat down at her vanity, and began to put them on while Colsetta fluffed the pillows on the bed.
"Don't worry about the shower yet, Colsetta. I'm going down to the ballroom to work out the choreography for a new dance. I want to take my dance to the tournament in November…" Reinnéa stopped as she saw the look on Colsetta's face. She looked troubled. "Don't worry," said Reinnéa, quickly, "I'll come back up here and shower sometime before 12:00. And tea isn't until 1:00! I won't miss anything…" Colsetta surprised her young mistress by smiling at her.
"I know you won't. You're a good child… Let me fix your hair, "She said quickly, and hurried around the bed to pull up Reinnéa's long hair into a ponytail. For a moment Reinnéa thought that her nursemaid may actually care for her. When Colsetta was finished Reinnéa stood, her black hair hitting the hem of her shorts. The fifteen year-old girl examined herself in the mirror. She was medium height, about 5'7 and slender. Her friends always commented on how jealous they were of her perfect figure.
'At least they don't have freaky powers that make their eyes flash red,' she thought to herself. She watch her eyes go red as behind her the C.D. Player clicked off, and floated over to her as did her C.D. book. Reinnéa grabbed them and nodded to Colsetta.
"The pink dress will be fine. You can pick out everything for today. I don't care how I look for the Malfoys." She said. She walked out of her bedroom and down a long corridor. Goosebumps covered her tan arms and stomach as she grew colder. The entire manor was made of stone. There was nothing on any of the walls. Actually except for the bare essentials of furniture and a few other things, the house was empty. At least the parts that Reinnéa saw of it. She wasn't allowed in any of the house except the east wing, where her bedchamber was and the main part of the house. She really didn't care. She hated the place so much that she hadn't even bothered to explore all of what she was allowed to.
Reinnéa came to the end of her corridor and turned down the grand double staircase. She was now in the main part of the house. At the bottom of the stairs was the entrance hall. A door to the left led to the parlor and tearoom. A door to the right led to the dining room and kitchens. She sniffed the air and smelled what seemed to be the servants cooking for dinner already. She grimaced thinking of the company that would be here.
Reinnéa didn't think it was odd that she never saw any of the cooks or other servants. She would just assume that they would keep to themselves because they were frightened of her too. The only servants who ever had anything to do with her was Colsetta, the butler Vladimir, and the twin French maids, Raelle and Mirielle, who always took care of bringing her food and linger near the swimming pool when Reinnéa swan, just in case.
Reinnéa came to the bottom of the stairs and walk back under them. This way was the unused ballroom and the swimming pool. The double doors to the ballroom were to her left but she ignored them and walked over to the wall that had six sets of glass French doors. Reinnéa looked out at the courtyard and saw the outdoor swimming pool. She made a mental note to herself to go swimming tonight, so she could get away from that dreadful Malfoy boy.
On the other side of the hall was more glass doors leading to the indoor swimming pool. The swimming pools were not always at the manor. When Reinnéa told her uncle that she had been made the captain of the swim team last year, he had them put in. To her astonishment, it had only taken a day. At first she thought that something was wrong with them and wouldn't use them for about a month. She knew that there was no way possible that one swimming pool could be built in a day, much less two. But the more she examined them and no one said anything about their installation, she finally deemed them safe.
Reinnéa turned away from the French doors and walked back over to the ball room. One of the twins, Raelle she thought, was standing at the doors with a tray that had two croissants and a glass of orange juice on it. Reinnéa smiled at the lady who walked into the ballroom after her and laid the tray on a table in the nearest corner of the room. She bobbed a curtsy and left. Reinnéa put down the C.D. Player and bit into one of the croissants and smiled as she tasted Nutella in the middle of it. She took a sip of the juice and looked around the room.
This room wasn't used anymore and it also happened to be one of the only rooms to Reinnéa's knowledge that had a wooden floor in the house. It had many French doors on one of it's walls like the corridor. They led straight to the outdoor swimming area. Since no one seemed to mind her using the room to practice her dancing and singing, she had taken it over. Her uncle had mirrors put in to line the to inner walls. A couple of couches and the table where her breakfast was, had been brought in for her use. Also in another corner were two tall bookcases, where Reinnéa kept many books and activities. It was like her own private playroom.
Reinnéa flopped down on the couch and began on the other croissant. She grabbed a manga (Japanese comic book) that she had been reading yesterday, off the floor and started where she left off. She drank the rest of her orange juice while she read the pages of Fushigi Yugi. She sat the glass down on the tray and laid her book on the couch. She picked up a moist towel that the maid had put on the breakfast tray and wiped her hands and face. She picked the lot of it up and set the tray down outside of the doors and then closed them. She turned and walked over to her C.D. Player. She sorted through her C.D. book and finally pulled out Daft Punk's "One More Time" single.
Reinnéa stretched and did a few cartwheels and handsprings to get her blood pumping before she turned on the music and began to make up new moves that will impress judges. She watched herself in the mirror and imagined her teammates around her. Soon she lost herself in the music, dancing was all that was in her mind.
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Reinnéa flipped over and landed in an ungraceful heap on the floor. She had finished the dance and had run through it many times to commit it to memory. Sweat was running down he face and was beading on her stomach and arms. She looked at the clock on the wall over the couches and heaved a sigh. It was 11:15 and in an hour and 45 minutes she would have to put up with the company of her uncle's eccentric friends.
She sighed and stood up stretching her muscles and legs. Turning her head toward the bookcases her eyes flashed and suddenly her ballet slippers flew to her hand. She quickly switched her tennis shoes for the ballet slippers and stood. The toe shoes were uncomfortable but Reinnéa loved ballet more than the modern dance that the school did. She smiled as she looked at herself in the mirror, pretending that instead of a sweaty sport's bra and shorts, that she was wearing a silk leotard and a gauze skirt.
Kicking the tennis shoes out of the way, Reinnéa gracefully danced over to the C.D. player and put in her Beauty and the Beast soundtrack. When she had first went on point, she had made up a dance to an instrumental medley to one of the few movies she had ever seen. Now she used her dance to cool down when she was finished with her workouts. Setting the C.D. on repeat, she began to dance.
Moving gracefully, she closed her eyes and let her body move. The movements came naturally now, having danced this dance so many times. Her mind drifted back to the movie. The manor was devoid of all the things normal people had; electricity, telephones, T.V., the Internet. Reinnéa sometimes went to the movies with her friends, but that being one or twice a year, she normally was left out of the conversations that her friends had about movies, T.V., and video games. She used the Internet at school, sometimes but it didn't do her any good when she couldn't check email or anything. Her friends never questioned why she didn't have anything like that, they all sympathized and murmured about child abuse behind her back. Therefore she got a lot of invitations to spend nights or have play dates with her friends. Invitations that she had to turn down.
She knew that her uncle would never let her go. He seemed to think that she didn't need to have friends, at least with the people that went to her school. He always said, "Tis a pity you never get to associate with your own sort." That was why he was always excited when his weird friends came over. People like the Malfoys…
Reinnéa suddenly stopped mid-twirl and opened her eyes. The mirrors in front of her reflected the scene behind her. The double doors to the ballroom were wide open, and there was someone sitting on the couch. Draco Malfoy sat with a bored expression on his face, his eyes following her movements. Her eyes flashed red and the music stopped. Draco' s expression flickered slightly and he leaned forward.
"Hello Reinnéa," He drawled, smirking at her.
"Hello Draco," She replied, suddenly all to aware of her lack of proper clothing. She tugged her shorts down and her bra up and turned to face him. He just sat there smirking. She walked over to him and then exploded.
"How long have you been watching?" She demanded, furious that he had the nerve to spy on her.
"Long enough," He said standing, obviously not wanting to be at a disadvantage.
She stared at him for a moment then threw herself to the ground pulling off her ballet slippers and putting on her tennis shoes. Not thinking, she made her ballet shoes float back to the bookshelves. She jerked head up and looked at Malfoy. Draco just looked down at her staring intently, like he was trying to see something inside of her. She stood up and said, "Well, I'm going to take a shower and get dressed for tea. I'm assuming that you parents will be looking for you."
Malfoy smirked and walked around the table toward her. "It would cause a sensation if you went to tea dressed like that. Honestly, I swear I don't understand m-," He cleared his throat and started again. "I don't understand your kind," He decided on the phrase to use, "But if all of you girls dress like that, I bet that all the m-, I mean, your kind of boys are a very happy lot." He went back to smirking.
Reinnéa caught his game in a second. He was trying to goad her into a fight, but she wasn't going to anger that easily. She decided to play a little game of her own. "Your right Draco," She cooed, moving closer to him in graceful seductive movements. The boy's face went from smug to confused in seconds. She smiled and laid her hands on his shoulders. "My kind of girls are sooo easy," She said, leaning toward him. She smiled and then said, "But then again, I'm freak here. An outcast." It was her turn to smirk as she pushed the blond-headed boy away from herself. "I'm not easy or retarded, or whatever you may think I am. I'd watch out." Reinnéa turned and walked out of the ballroom.
Draco hadn't fell, only stumbled back a few steps. He watched her leave the room through narrowed eyes. His smirk returned as he said to the girl's retreating back, "Your kind. You are my kind in more ways than one." He left the room and stalked toward the parlor.
Reinnéa headed toward her bedroom in disgust. She flew into the room, startling Colsetta out of the closet as she pulled off her shoes and sock and all her clothes in the middle of her bedroom. She tugged the ponytail holder out of her hair and began brushing quickly. Colsetta took the hint and went and began the fix her shower. Reinnéa threw the hair brush down and walked into the bathroom. She stepped under the cool water and let it run over her. She sighed and began to wash her hair. Looking up, she muttered, "It's going to be a long weekend."