The Heir
The story of Elvira Gaunt and Altair McSpell
She had noticed the boy had been watching her about two weeks ago. At first it had made her nervous, though as the days past, she grew curious. All she really knew about him was that he was in the same year and house as her. She had often seen him in the Slytherin Common room talking to Lucius Malfoy, a man she wasn't that fond of. Still, she couldn't help but wonder exactly who he was.
That was when she decided to talk to him. The seventh year walked up to the tall blonde, her chin set firmly. Of course, she always walked like this. Head held high and chin set firmly. Her mother and father had taught her to walk this way. This was because she was a Gaunt. As she sat down in front of him her heart started to pound. He was reclining on the sofa, an arrogant air about him. He grinned at her, causing Elvira to forget why she was there for a moment. Then she remembered.
"You've been watching me the last two weeks." she said, her voice soft but demanding. It wasn't a question, and she wanted him to be sure of that.
"Yes, I have." he retorted. His voice had an almost amused sound to it. She left out a small huff, but continued to sit up straight in the chair."So, the question is, why have you come to talk to me?"
"I just wanted to know why you kept staring at me." she said, her eyes on him, narrowed a bit. She wasn't normally this cold towards others, but somehow this man had managed to touch a nerve. He stared for a moment then laughed. She couldn't believe him! He was laughing at her.
"I've been staring because I think you're pretty." he said, trying not to laugh again. She didn't really see how that was funny. She also felt flattered. The black haired girl often viewed herself as plain. "I'm sorry for being so rude. My name is Altair McSpell, I should really have introduced myself rather than stare."
Elvira smiled brightly. "I'm Elvira Gaunt."
"I know."
