Try something new
"Oh, if it isn't littlest Weasley again," a drawling voice spoke out.
I didn't bother to look up. It must be Malfoy the stinking ferret again. And I, with my vivid imagination, could almost see him leaning up lazily against some stone wall. This scene has been recurring so many times in the last few months that it has become some detested but unavoidable routine. Malfoy seems to know all the routes I'm taking, despite me always changing them.
If there hasn't been any family feud between the Malfoys and the Weasleys, you might just mistake him to be an arden pursuerer of the "Littlest Weasley". But of course, I know better. Dark-lord-in-training-Malfoy is probably trying humour to himself by mocking at my "rags and hand-me-downs" again. Isn't he a boring fella?
I carried on walking, keeping my head down. A horrible, brilliant plot is beginning to form in my little head. "Must not let Malfoy know what schemes I have in plan for him," I made a mental note.
Being the Big-bad-Malfoy that he is, Malfoy stepped out of his comfort zone only to stand in my way. I wrinkled my nose in distaste. Such un- originality!
"Stay off, Albino! Before Littlest Weasley tries anything DRASTIC!" He smirked, of course, it was expected of him, the boring little man.
In a swift action, like those commonly seen in swash-buckling films, I drew out my wand dramatically. "Incendio," I whispered as I pointed it at the butt of our resident-evil.
Even before Ferrety-Malfoy had time to react, I had already sent blue flames dancing on his very bottom. I squealed in sadistic delight and shouted mirthfully, "Try something newer next time! You stalking Littlest Weasley is getting BORING!" My shrill voice trailed off behind me as I scampered off the Great Hall.
I know the Golden Trio would be there for breakfast and I being the Side- Kick's little sister, would be safe from Malfoy. Haha! Pointy-faced-Malfoy had better think twice about teasing the Littlest Weasley again!
"Oh, if it isn't littlest Weasley again," a drawling voice spoke out.
I didn't bother to look up. It must be Malfoy the stinking ferret again. And I, with my vivid imagination, could almost see him leaning up lazily against some stone wall. This scene has been recurring so many times in the last few months that it has become some detested but unavoidable routine. Malfoy seems to know all the routes I'm taking, despite me always changing them.
If there hasn't been any family feud between the Malfoys and the Weasleys, you might just mistake him to be an arden pursuerer of the "Littlest Weasley". But of course, I know better. Dark-lord-in-training-Malfoy is probably trying humour to himself by mocking at my "rags and hand-me-downs" again. Isn't he a boring fella?
I carried on walking, keeping my head down. A horrible, brilliant plot is beginning to form in my little head. "Must not let Malfoy know what schemes I have in plan for him," I made a mental note.
Being the Big-bad-Malfoy that he is, Malfoy stepped out of his comfort zone only to stand in my way. I wrinkled my nose in distaste. Such un- originality!
"Stay off, Albino! Before Littlest Weasley tries anything DRASTIC!" He smirked, of course, it was expected of him, the boring little man.
In a swift action, like those commonly seen in swash-buckling films, I drew out my wand dramatically. "Incendio," I whispered as I pointed it at the butt of our resident-evil.
Even before Ferrety-Malfoy had time to react, I had already sent blue flames dancing on his very bottom. I squealed in sadistic delight and shouted mirthfully, "Try something newer next time! You stalking Littlest Weasley is getting BORING!" My shrill voice trailed off behind me as I scampered off the Great Hall.
I know the Golden Trio would be there for breakfast and I being the Side- Kick's little sister, would be safe from Malfoy. Haha! Pointy-faced-Malfoy had better think twice about teasing the Littlest Weasley again!