Age: 15 turning 16 in 5th year 16 turning 17 in 6th year
Gender: Female
Blood: Pureblood
Race: Witch/Unknown
Play-by: Daveigh Chase
"Lila Janin Coltt, get down her NOW!" My mother yelled in irritation from downstairs. I closed my eyes, growling profanities under my breath as I slammed my trunk shut. 'Why me?' I thought miserably as I grabbed the handle of my trunk and the top of the cage for my owl, Grace. She nipped affectionately at my fingers as they slid between the thin bars encaging her. A small smile came to my lips, but it disappeared as I groaned when my mother's voice sounded once more. "HURRY UP!" I heard my mother yelled shrilly. "I'll hurry up when you drop dead." I uttered under my breath, but picked up my pace as I walked down the stairs. It was too bad that the two infuriated parents now standing in front of me weren't adoptive. Sadly, they were my real parents. My idiotic, careless, pureblood Death Eater parents…
"Come on, Lila. Or you'll be late for the train." My mother said impatiently, coming over to take my wrist and drag me forcefully to the front door. She managed to get it open and drag me a few yards before I ripped my wrist from her grip. My eyes were dark when I looked at her, and in a glare as I fumed. "I can walk on my own, mother." I spat, my eyes glinting dangerously. "Then apparently I thought wrong." She snarled, starting to yank me with her once more. "Why can't you just Apparate me already!" I snapped. "I'm not going to Apparate you, Lila. A friend of ours is." She said, her voice flat. "Great, just wonderful. And who is this friend, may I ask?" I said stiffly. "Narcissa Malfoy, and if hear from her that you complained at all-" She started, but then she stopped and gave a pleasant smile directed in front of me. If I hadn't known better, I would've thought that this woman called my mother wouldn't hurt a fly. But, if she'll perform the Cruciatus Curse on her daughter (which she had been about to threaten me with) then I can't say that it's hard to imagine what else she'd do.
"Narcissa, how nice to see you." My mother said warmly, putting her hand on my shoulder. When I glared at the motion, she dug her nails into my shoulder. So, I turned my head sharply toward Narcissa and forced a smile. "Pleasure to meet you. I've heard many things about the Malfoys." I said, my teeth clenched into the forced smile. 'All things I consider bad about the Malfoys.' I thought in aside. She nodded, giving a smile back to me. Except hers was actually genuine. It was nice on her features. She had fair skin, fair hair and light eyes. She seemed kind, and I might actually be nice to her with no strain if my mother wasn't digging her claws into my shoulder…
"I'm Lila." I said when my mother dug her nails even deeper into my shoulder. My eyes flashed to black for a moment and my mother moved abruptly away from me and gave me a hard look. But it wasn't hard to see that her hand was burnt, and bleeding a bit. "Is there something wrong, mother?" I asked, raising an eyebrow at her as I gave a true smile of pleasure. "Nothing, right now." She said, mirroring my smile but it was more so threatening. And if you listened closely, or knew her well enough, you could hear the threat in her words easily. "I'm doubting anything would be wrong right now or any other time, mother. Unless you're sad about my going to Hogwarts." I said, pursing my lips to hide my mocking grin. She pursed her lips and then looked to Narcissa and gave a smile.
"Well, you both had better be off. We wouldn't want Lila to be late for the train or for you, Narcissa, to miss Draco's leave, now would we?" My mother said, her smile tightening as she gave me what was half a threatening glare. "True, mother. Shall we, Mrs. Malfoy?" I said, turning to give Narcissa a real smile. "And we shall, Lila." She said, taking my elbow lightly as she gave me a smile. Then we Apparated.
Narcissa gave me a smile and a gentle hug. So far, I liked her. There was no way that I could have something against her. Unless she started treating me like my parents did. But I was pretty sure she never would. And guess what? One of the major perks was that it was easily to keep up a light conversation with her. "It was a pleasure meeting you Lila. I hope you have a pleasant year at Hogwarts." She said, hugging me once more before hurrying off to find her son, Draco. I had yet to meet him, but I wasn't sure if I wanted to. I've met Lucious, and Narcissa says that Draco is the spitting image of him.
So, it probably wouldn't be a good idea to have both of us in the same room together.
My eyes looked around at my surroundings before I got onto the train. There were a lot of full compartments, and some empty ones. I picked one of the empty ones, obviously. How would someone like it if I just barged into their compartment, and told them that I would be sitting with them for now on and that we were best friends!
Please, I have to be realistic. And I also don't really know if I'd want to sit around unfamiliar people. It really wasn't my forte, getting along with new people. Or even most that I knew. The only decent person that I knew was Blaise Zabini, and that was all that I wanted as a friend. He was nice enough, or at least nice enough that I could stand him and actually get along with him. Not mention that he wasn't so annoying that I'd only be able to yell and burn him. He was the best person I knew in the certain business I was in. Otherwise, the Dark business. Which included Death Eaters, the Dark Arts, and Voldemort. Not to mention a lot of death, which didn't bother me as much as it should. But once you get used to hearing death plans discussed, and those to be Marked discussed as well, you get used to the picture.
And I was always the one to help those who are newly Marked, it was a factor of life for me. I had been Marked young, at the age of 5, for reasons that I understood clearly and hated the existence of. But, it was easy to handle now. And with some disagreements present, Blaise was going to be Marked soon. And Draco, as well. But I still needed to meet Draco, otherwise things would just get more difficult.
Of course, more difficult for me. I'm sure he'd enjoy my stress, and try to take advantage of it.
My thoughts bounced around in my head, always coming back to the obvious. Stress, stress, Voldemort, my evil parents, stress, stress, and, oh, let me see. Stress! Ugh…someday this whole entire thing is going to kill me. Or I'm going to kill it first. But why in the heck can't I just leave? That question has been in my mind for…years. If I leave, I get hunted and killed. Or they just force me to go back. A great life, huh?
Not really.
At that moment, my thoughts were interrupted by the sound of voices very close. My eyes stayed on looking out the window, and I tried to ignore them. But didn't I want to concentrate on anything but my thoughts? I thought I did. But then again, my thoughts could help spawn some ideas for getting my revenge on the Death Eaters, sparing Narcissa and the Zabinis, of course. Why would I hurt them? The voice got louder and then I heard my compartment door open. After a short moment of silence, the person spoke half coldly, half mocking. "You're in my compartment."