Lucius Malfoy was walking brusquely down the halls of Hogwarts, looking every type of displeased as usual. He pushed students aside and stomped towards the Slytherin chambers quickly. The portrait gave him one look and swung open. He walked through and pushed into the common room and saw what seemed a pair of girls. One with long pure blonde honey hair and mossy green eyes with a very straight washboard figure. She had a piercing through her nose that was unbecoming and the girl next to her was a slightly more curved girl with long blonde hair that turned different shades of dark green and stark blue at the tips like some sort of bird.
He noticed her eyes were a shade of gray that were almost silver. She had a small face hidden under her bangs that no matter how trimmed kept those strange colored tips. Her mouth was small and in between thin and full. She looked like some sort of exotic little doll. The two were conversing before the more masculine one stood and walked away, batting her lashes and leaving her behind, skipping. He approached the small blonde, watching her shy personality show. And she was in Slytherin? He twisted his lips down and tapped her on the shoulder.
The girl nearly leapt out of her skin and squealed like a little bird. She looked over her shoulder at him, blushing, her eyes going wide at the sight of him. She leapt up off the couch and bowed slightly before standing up. He could see the nervous habits as she counted what seemed like beats of her heart, running her thumb and tapping it against the tip of her fingers. Her uniform fit her small frame just right, although she looked like a first year. He was sure he'd seen her around the castle a few times in the past years.
"Ah, sorry sir. I did not notice you. I am Emilie. How may I help you?" she said in her high little soft voice. Her voice was like the falling of soft feathers, whispering in the wind as they brushed over your skin. He hadn't expected this. The sorting hat had put her into the Slytherin house? She showed no backbone or pride whatsoever. That old cockamamie filled ugly cap. He must be losing his touch to put her in this house.
"Yes, you can. Tell me where Draco is." he asked of her in a flat tone. Her eyes flitted to the side as she thought, continuing that annoying little nervous habit of hers.
"Ah, um... I do not believe he is here at the moment. I... haven't seen him. Sorry sir." she whispered.
"...One, stop that incessant finger tapping of yours. It's quite distracting. And second, are you sure about that? Think VERY carefully. Are you absolutely SURE you have no idea of his whereabouts?" he threatened, making her squeak and back up.
"Ah... I'm sure. That's all I know. He could be in the court yards. Or out somewhere with his friends. I am sorry, I am no help for you sir. I really must be going." she said before turning to go.
Lucius slammed her against the side of the mantle of the marble fireplace. His hand around her neck as he leaned down, whispering into her hair. She squealed as he clamped a hand over her mouth, his cane dropped. He wasn't in the mood for spineless little shits. She smelled of a spring breeze... Her skin was soft and body shaking underneath his. He hadn't thought to secure her hands. She wouldn't dare raise a hand to him. No student would be that foolish. Not one like this at least. The sound of his cane echoed through the chambers as he tightened his hold around her neck.
"Tell me the truth. You know something that you're not telling me. Speak up or else. I don't have patience for your insolence you little brat!" he spat into her ear.
Emilie panicked, unsure what to do. Her body reacted before she could fully think and she bit his hand, pulling her wand from his robe and pointing it at him.
"SECTUM SEMPRA!" she shouted.
Lucius was thrown back and moaning loudly in pain. How dare she! He coughed up blood and groaned. This wasn't looking so good for him. He glared up at the girl who was staring down at him in horror. Emilie panicked and was hyperventilating before she whipped around and ran out, crying. He'd underestimated her. Something was different about her. But, she was scared of it. He figured that much. Before he could think much more on it, he blacked out from the blood loss. It was the first time they had met, and probably not the last.
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