A dark grey and emerald plaid skirt sashayed around the supple thighs of a feminine figure, the hemline brushing just above the knees, allowing the freedom of long strides. Small feet encased in a pair of black, shiny doc-martins, low cut, below the ankle, laced up tightly. Instead of wearing knee-high socks, she wore ankle socks, emerald and just barely peeping out from the inside of her docs.
Slender digits tug the hemline of a pristine-white t-shirt down below her navel, so that it at reached the waist-line of the skirt which hung low upon her rounded hips. Small palms smoothed their way up a flat abdomen and then fingers turned, grasped the silky texture of the silver and emerald tie which was perfectly assituated around her neck, tucked properly into the white collar of her t-shirt. The fact that the shirt was short-sleeved was not noticed, considering the mandatory black robes which fit snugly over her shoulders, yet when reaching closer towards her slender wrists flared out around her hands. The emblem steamed onto the chest of her robes symbolized her part in the Slytherin House.
Black hair fell in a straight fall of silk to just below her shoulder-blades, her hair-style layered and tapered to her face, her bangs cut into a fringe which covered her left eye. Her fringe and the bottom of her hair, was tipped in red, almost crimson. Large, aquamarine optics peered forth from beneath long, almost blonde, eye-lashes. It was obvious that she had died her hair the color it was currently, because of the lightness of her eye-lashes and eyebrows. Her skin was far to pale to be natural, with a small spattering of freckles across the bridge of her nose. Her lips were far to full for fashion, pouty and red.
She glanced down to study her sharpened, crimson painted nails, eyeing the sharp points almost boredly.
"Analise Ugalde? Dumbledore will see you now." She rolled her eyes upwards into the back of her eye-sockets before stepping past Professor Snape with a sneer. You would figure that Snape would be on her side, she was a Slytherin, after all. But no. Of course not. Bloody Draco Malfoy was his little star student. She didn't even hurt him, not really. Blowing up his potion was his own bleedin fault. She huffed and walked into the large office.
" I didn't even do anything! I swear, its not like I made him that stupid. Honestly, its his own fault. He should just pay more attention to what he's doing next time!" Her thick, American accent pressed forth. Texan, to be exact. She had been here since first year, yet her accent never changed. She turned her eyes to allow them a quick survey of the room. Ugh. Draco was already here. She called him Draco, in order to annoy him. He went around with his 'James Bond' like introductions and then expected everyone to call him by his last name. Pathetic, really.
" Awww.. Blondie came to the Headmaster for help? Poor wittle Dwaco.." She pursed her lips and pressed her fingertips to them, then blew her warm breath against them, in a proper introductory 'blowing him a kiss'. She laughed at his startled, disgusted facial expression.
" Oh get over yourself, Draco." Before she turned back to Dumbledore. She respected the old man, yet she didn't try to hide her fierce personality when she was around him. He knew who she was, knew her personality, and he respected her for the fact that she didn't suck up.
" Well.. now.. Ana.. This is the fourth time this week, I'm afraid I'm going to have to find some sort of punishment.. " At Draco's smirk, Dumbledores light blue eyes twinkled in amusement when he finished his statement. " For the both of you." Draco sputtered and Ana laughed. " I think cleaning up one of the vacant classrooms..together.. will help settle the disagreement between the two of you. And if not, there's no desks for you to throw, Ana, so I should think Mr. Malfoy safe there." He winked, and Draco began to stutter again.
" You can't leave me in a room alone with Vampire!!!" Yes, he thought he was so witty, giving her that particular nick name. She hissed at him, her vampiric extensions flashing in his direction. He sneered, refusing to back down.
" You should have thought of that, before the matter was brought to me, after dinner. Third floor.. Second room on the left. Make sure to sweep, no magic. Very well.. " He inclined his head politely. " Please try to stay out of trouble, Ana." She allowed her lips to spread into a wide, impish grin.
" Alright mate. I'm not promising though!" She smirked and sauntered out of the professors office behind Draco, whom fairly stormed out of the room.