Harry, Ron and Hermione sat on the train as it made it's way to the train station in Hogmeade. Hermione's head was buried in a book and Ron and Harry were talking about what this year had in store for them. The trolley passed by and Harry got enough snacks for the three of them, though Hermione wouldn't eat anything.
Draco sat in his compartment with his lackeys, Crabbe and Goyle. The latter were talking about who they would torment that year while Draco looked out the window slightly annoyed. The two boys looked at each other mentally trying to decide who was going to ask him what was wrong. Suddenly Draco stood up and walked out of the compartment. The boys shrugged their shoulders and went back to their original conversation.
Priscilla sat in the dinning car looking at the small sweet she had ordered to tide her over until dinner that night. She heard the door open and close before she saw a blonde boy sit down in front of her. He had to be in his fifth or sixth year. He looked from her to the sweet and back to her before he took it off her plate and ate it.
Priscilla leaned across the table and smacked the boy across the back of the head. She flagged down the waitress and ordered another one. The boy smiled at her a he picked the crumbs off the plate as the second sweet was placed on the table. He started to reach for it when suddenly his fist snapped shut and he couldn't open it.
"Damn it, Prissy!" said the boy.
"That's what you get for trying to take my sweet, Draco," smiled Priscilla picking it up and eating it.
Priscilla waved her wand again and Draco's fist unclenched. He flexed his fingers a few times before he placed the back on the table.
"What do you want Draco?" asked Priscilla.
"I am supposed to look after you this year," said Draco.
"I am quite aware of what the Dark Lord wanted you to do, but I don't need you to do that," said Priscilla.
"I don't give a shite what you need. I am following his orders," said Draco.
"Listen here, Malfoy. You may be following the Dark Lord's orders, but I don't need you to be constantly watching me. Understood. I can take care of myself," said Priscilla.
Priscilla stood up and walked out of the dinning car and back to the compartment she had been in before. She changed into her plain robes and waited for the train to pull into the station. She had to go straight to the headmaster's office when she got there. Being a fifth year student and not being in a house posed a problem. She had been home schooled before this and now her parents were dead and she lived with the Malfoy's. She had gotten a letter each year from the school saying she had been accepted but had never gone.
The train pulled into the station and everyone ran off the train. The first years followed a large man towards the boats, while everyone else made their way to the wagons that were drawn by hideous winged horses. A blonde girl walked up and said that they were Thestrals. Priscilla shook her head and walked over to where she was supposed to wait. All the students looked at her like she was crazy. Once the wagons were loaded they started to make their way towards the school.
Priscilla sat her trunk down on the ground and sat on it while she waited. She was fiddling with her nails when someone walked up in black robes. Priscilla smiled when she looked up at the man standing in front of her. She stood up and her trunk floated to the carriage that waited off to the side. She was helped into the carriage and followed by the man and the door closed and they started their way towards the school.
Priscilla looked out the window and watched the scenery pass her by. She hadn't noticed when her companion had started talking.
"What?" she said turning to face him.
"You have been with Bella too long," he said.
Priscilla smiled as she thought about her 'aunt' Bellatrix, "I like spending time with her."
"I'm sure. But I asked how the train ride was," he asked.
"It was fine," smiled Priscilla.
"What is the smile for?" he asked.
"I hexed Draco's hand while we were on the train. He tried to take me sweet again," said Priscilla.
"You shouldn't be doing magic outside of the school, let alone to Draco. What if," he started.
"If the Dark Lord finds out? He wont care about some menial problem," said Priscilla moving to sit next to her companion. "You usually don't do small talk. Why now?"
"Can I not be curious?" he asked.
"Severus, you are never curious. Why now? Do you really care?" asked Priscilla.
"How many time do I have to tell you to call me Professor Snape?" asked Snape.
"Until you go blue in the face, because I wont ever call you Professor Snape," smiled Priscilla laying her head on his shoulder.
Snape smiled to himself as Priscilla fell asleep.