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Stepha, not Stephanie, was a muggle born Slytherin, the first of her kind, and Hogwarts was in turmoil. As was the second Potter child, who really wished he could talk to his Grandpa about a prickly red head.
Disclaimer for the whole fic ('cause I'm lazy): I am not a god of writing, nor am I a super rich, mega writer, if I was I would be in my country home eating truffles. To cut a long story short: I do not own the Potter 'verse, J.K. Rowling does, and that is all there is to it.
Chapter 1
Stepha awoke to a soft tapping on her bedroom door. She jerked up robotically and stumbled out of bed.
"Stepha, get up."
"Ummble thulder." She mumbled, followed by a thump and a loud shriek.
"Stepha?" Jacob said.
"I'm fine", came the slightly too high-pitched answer.
Jacob sighed, "did you trip over your trunk again?" he tried to keep the laughter out of his voice. Pause.
"No...Stop laughing."
"I'm not."
"Yes, you are, I can tell."
"I don't know what you're talking about, I am not laughing."
"Are."
"Not."
"Ar-"
"SHUT UP!" Lisa shouted, poking her head out of her room.
"MUM, Lisa shouted at us!" Jacob whined childishly.
"Stop behaving like eight year-olds and wake your sister!"
Stepha could hear them turning back towards her bedroom, "Stepha, get up!" Jacob repeated, as she threw the door open.
What?" Stepha was not a morning person. Her siblings glanced at each other with matching grins.
"Why, Lisa, I do believe that our little sister has forgotten."
"Why, Jacob, I do believe that you are right."
They took up their places on either side of her door frame and smiled down at her.
"Don't do that, you guys know I hate being the shortest." They grinned even more.
"Stepha, darling," Jacob started, "what date is it?"
They burst into laughter as her hazel eyes grew huge and she slammed her door and squealed in delight.
"Has she remembered yet?" Their mother called.
"I think she just twigged." Jacob said, leading the way down stairs.
XXX
Stepha stared at her trunk, she had checked and double checked that everything she needed was in there, but she still felt like something was missing.
"Ok, robes, check. Cauldron, check. Glass phials, telescope, scales, check, check and check." She turned to her pile of books and ticked off the eight school books on her list and all of her own volumes.
"Arrgggh, what have I forgotten?" Artemis stared at her.
"Oh, bugger off you bloody cat." She grumbled.
Artemis gave Stepha what she called her 'diva look' and then strutted under the bed and yowled.
"What do you want now?" Stepha sighed and leaned over the side of her mattress, silver eyes glowed in the gloom as Artemis huffed and lay down, using a long, thin box as a pillow.
"Wand!" Stepha said triumphantly, she pulled the box out from under Artemis, who huffed again. Her wand was made from beech wood, with a dragon scale and phoenix feather core.She carefully placed the it on her case.
"STEPHA, PANCAKES." Jacob yelled from the kitchen.
"COMING." She turned to the mirror and looked at her self. She had big hazel eyes , high cheekbones and dark red hair that tumbled a bit past her shoulders, she twirled an end of one of the errant curls that always stuck out in odd places and smoothed out the green top she was wearing. Stepha turned and carefully imprinted her bed room into her memory, the sky blue celling and carpet, every spare centimetre of wall covered in overladen bookcases, the lines on the door frame marking how tall she had become, the comfortable window seat where she liked to watch the birds that lived in the old birch tree, all of it was so precious to her and now she would leave it, cold and empty for months to come.
She opened her hand and watched a little fire burst to life on her palm.
"Oh, brave new world, that has such people in it." she sighed and extinguished the flame, "Time for us to face it," she said, scooping up Artemis.
XXX
Albus Severus Potter felt awful, mainly because of his sisters cat on his face, but there were other, albeit less pressing, issues. These issues were, just to name a few: James, what house he would be in, James, would he like his house mates, James, would he miss home to much and of course the ever annoying James. Snuggles, the cat, shuffled a bit and Albus felt his claws prickle against his jaw.
"Get off, you monster." He grabbed the feline and attempted to extract the creatures claws from his face. He swung his legs out of bed and, holding the hissing animal at arms length, proceeded down stairs.
"Lily, take this demon spawn away from me." He waved Snuggles in the air for emphasis.
"Albus! Leave him alone, he's only a little cat." Lily said, taking the cat, who purred in her arms.
"Oh you'll behave for Lily wont you." He said glaring at it, "why don't you sleep on her face instead, bloody cat."
"Albus, language." Ginny told him, sitting down at the table as James lumbered in.
"Hey, it's the family's first Slytherin." He said delightedly ruffling Albus's hair.
"James." Ginny glared at her eldest son.
"Sorry Mum." James said shamefacedly.
There was a thump in the hallway and some mild cursing as the last of the Potter household entered the dinning room.
"...God damned cases. Why do we put them there?" Harry grumbled as he limped to his chair. He looked at his youngest son, "Albus, you look tired, are you Ok?"
"Yeah, I'm fine, Lily's cat just decided to sleep on my face." James burst out laughing and Lily started apologising and telling Snuggles off.
"I'm fine Lily, don't worry about it-James shut up, it's not that funny!"
"Oh, no, it's even more funny than this I just don't want to upset you." James said grinning.
"I hate you." Albus said childishly and stuck his tongue out at his brother.
"Hey Al, think fast." James said and flicked some beans at him.
"You-" Al threw some toast back.
"This is war! James yelled, preparing some scrambled eggs for firing.
"STOP!" Ginny yelled, and even Harry shrank back from her anger. "You will tidy that up right now and then get ready to go to the station. You are eleven and twelve, not three and four." there were mumbled 'sorry mum's' and the boys finished their breakfasts and shuffled off to clean up.
"We're leaving in an hour so get ready quickly." Harry called after them.
XXX
Stepha stared about her. Smoke hung in the air and made the bustling shapes around them blurry, teenagers chattered and gossiped and bid their parents farewell, they were clustered together in the overwhelming crowd of people, and in the centre of all the hubbub was the scarlet train, the Hogwarts Express.
Jacob was jumping up and down and dragging her towards the train, itching to explore, the heat was making his light-brown hair stick to his forehead and his brown eyes sparkled as he watched the obvious use of magic, Lisa too, was whipping her head side to side, blond hair flying and grey eyes wide, trying to see everything. Their parents trailed behind, laughing at their children's curiosity and entranced themselves by the mysteries surrounding them. Stepha smiled slightly at the interested looks they were getting from some of the wizards, some of which had never come into contact with muggles. Her parents waited outside the train whilst Lisa and Jacob helped her lug her trunk and Artemis' cage into a empty compartment.
"We should get back to mum and dad." Lisa said once they had found one.
They returned to their parents and Stepha was crushed into the centre of a family hug. Her mother and father smiled down at her and kissed her, and Lisa told her not to let anyone push her around and Jacob grabbed her and pulled her into a hug.
"You will write, wont you?" his voice trembled slightly and Stepha squeezed him tightly.
"'Course I will." she promised into his jacket, "Weekly updates."
"Have fun squirt." he said and tousled her hair.
She grinned at her family and waved from the compartment window as the train began to pull away from the station.
XXX
Albus glanced into the compartment, there was only one person inside, a girl with red hair reading a book. He had been trying to keep away what he called 'publicity predators', people who only wanted to be friends with him because of his father, since he had gotten on the train. He could've sat with his family, but he wanted to know other people, not just his relations. He knocked on the door.
"Umm, do you mind if I sit here?" He said, gesturing to the seat across from her.
The girl smiled and tugged at a curl that was sticking out from behind her left ear.
"Sure. Would you like some help with your case?"
"Uh, no it's fine I can manage." he dropped his ferret's cage into a chair and heaved the trunk in side the compartment and tried to lift it on to the rack. The girl sighed.
"Move out the way," she said, Albus shuffled over to his seat as the girl stood and concentrated on his case and then he squeaked as it levitated up into the rack above their heads.
"Did you just squeak?" she said grinning at him.
"No, I just let out a noise of surprise," he said defensively, the girl raised her eye brows. "I've never seen someone our age able to do magic like that, ok. The only person I know who can do wandless magic is Aunt Mione."
"I've been able to control my magic since I was little," she said blushing, " apparently it's quite unusual for someone to do that before they get their wand. Umm, it's not that cool though, I just have to concentrate." She shuffled under his gaze and then sat back down.
"Thanks for moving my case by the way, I can hardly drag it across the floor."
"Guess I'll have to stick around then, to help you get it back down." she smiled at him.
"I guess so." he replied. "I'm Albus by the way."
"Stephanie, but call me Stepha or I will be forced to kill you." She laughed slightly at his confused expression and smiled when he grinned back at her.
"I thought I recognised you, your Harry Potter's son aren't you?"
"The curse of having a famous family, everyone at school who isn't a muggleborn will recognise me."
"Oh, I am a muggleborn. I just read about your family in The Prophet."
"Well, now I just feel cheated," Albus said grinning.
"Sorry, though I do have unusual circumstances, I live next door to a wizard family, when I was younger I turned my brother green. My parents were freaking out quite a bit, so the family told my parents about the wizarding world and helped me control my magic. I learnt all about Hogwarts and magic ages before Professor Longbottom came to tell me." Stepha smiled awkwardly and played with her hair again.
"Who was the family?"
"The Lovegoods, I think they know your dad."
"Yeah Luna does, her and mum are really close. I thought they were the Zabinis though. We haven't seen Luna for a few years. Not since her husband died and she married Blaze. But she became a bit reclusive after Rolf Scamanda died."
"Yeah, I think the Scamanda twins go to Beauxbaton's in France and they have a half sister who is a year younger than us called Aurora, but she's coming to Hogwarts next year."
"Luna's my sister's godmother. We haven't seen her for ages though." They were interrupted by two people arguing in the corridor.
"...com'on Viola, it's not my fault-"
"Not your fault, you SET HER HAIR ON FIRE!"
"I'm really sorry."
"Oh shut up and find a compartment that wont run screaming as soon as they see us."
Their compartment door slid open and in the door way stood a gorgeous girl, she had dark brown, almost black, hair that curled and tumbled over her shoulders, a slight tan, high cheekbones and sky blue eyes. Behind her was a tall, awkward looking boy who looked incredibly similar to her as her but with messier hair.
"Hi," said the girl, "I'm sorry, but do you mind if we join you? I'm Viola Valverde and this is my idiot twin brother Yuri." The boy waved his hand, which still held his wand.
"Oh my God, put that wand down," Viola said agitatedly.
"Sorry." Yuri blushed and stuck the wand in his pocket.
"Take a seat," Stepha said, "but please, I quite like my hair how it is." Yuri blushed again but smiled slightly and sat down.
"So what house do you think you'll be in?" Albus asked about half an hour later, he and Yuri had just finished playing a game of wizard's chess, which seemed to startle and excite the muggleborn twins.
"I dunno, any of them would be fine but maybe Ravenclaw or Slytherin." Stepha shrugged.
"What actually are these houses and why is everyone so fussed about them?" Yuri asked.
"Hogwarts is basically split into four houses," Albus explained, "Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw and Slytherin. Each one is named after a founder and each one has different expectations. Gryffindor is for the brave and chivalrous, Hufflepuff is for kind and hard-working people, Ravenclaw is for people who are witty and cleaver and Slytherins are all sly and cunning though, my brother says that all dark wizards come from Slytherin."
"That is stupid," Stepha argued, "every house has had evil wizards in it, they just don't admit it, and what about Professor Snape? He was a Slytherin but he was braver than any Gryffindor, and Merlin? He was in Slytherin, and he was the most powerful sorcerer to walk the earth and he wasn't evil, Slytherin gets a lot of bad press but they aren't just cunning, they are also ambitious and being cunning isn't always a bad thing, it makes you better at strategizing and thinking things through, and Gryffindors and Slytherins are more similar than they like to think."
"Slytherin is still a completely blood status obsessed house, there has never been a muggle born Slytherin. Never."
"That's just because muggleborns don't learn about all the houses until they're on this train and then everyone spouts some rubbish about it being the most evil house ever and no one wants to join it."
"That is completely crazy, the sorting hat doesn't just put you where you want." Al stopped, his fathers words coming back to him:
"It takes your choice into account."
"Really?"
"It did for me."
There was a knock on the door and a boy stuck his head in, he looked Spanish, with carefully styled hair and big, dark eyes.
"Hi, can I sit here."
"Sure." Viola said, nodding towards the two empty seats next to Stepha. The boy threw his case in and slammed the door shut, snapping the blind down and dumping his owl on Yuri. He peered around the blind as a group of shouting girls came running down the corridor. He sighed turned around and lent on the door.
"Well that was pretty close," he said, he readjusted his hot pink scarf, dusted down his skinny jeans and grinning flirtatiously at them, "I'm Ken Gonzales, and that angry mob was trying to kill me for flirting with their boyfriends. I'm a dreadful flirt." he winked at Yuri. "Darling, you seem to have stolen my owl."
"Oh, right, umm." he handed the cage back.
"Ok, Lady Zazzles you may have a treat." he pushed one through the bars of the cage.
"Now who are you lot?" he said flopping gracefully on to the seat next to Stepha's.
"Uh, I'm Stepha, these are Yuri and Viola Valverde, and this is Albus Potter."
"Oh, a celebrity," he laughed and pulled out an exploding snap deck, "who knows how to play?"
Viola raised a hand, "um, we're muggleborns, what are those?"
"Well then, this should be fun." Ken said grinning. They got away with minor burns, luckily.
XXX
There was a light drizzle, when they got outside and Ken sighed, mournful at the state of his hair.
"Firs' years this way, over here. Firs' years follow me." A huge man bellowed at the end of the platform.
"Hi, Hagrid." Albus called, waving.
"'Ello Albus." The man waved back. There was a tap on Viola and Yuri's shoulders and they turned to face two girls, one of them smiled at Yuri.
One of the girls said, "Hey, are you the person who set Amelia McLaggen's hair on fire," Yuri shuffled his feet, "I just wanted to say, well done mate. I mean, she wants to kill you now, but it's not like there was actually any damage done to her, just avoid her like the plague, but she's awful, so that probably helps you out. But, er, don't do that to me, or I'll break your arm." She grinned again and patted him on the back.
"I hear ya sister," Ken said, trying desperately to keep his own locks dry.
She turned to the rest of the group, she was pretty, a bit short and looked like she could be Chinese, with her dark hair pinned in a messy bun, "I'm Mizuki Chang, and this is Jasmine Etsuko." She gestured to the girl besides her, with frizzy blonde hair and a smattering of freckles, who waved.
"That all the Firs' years? Ok then, follow me," and they started walking.
They followed the man down a tiny path until they reached a small pebble beach.
"Wow," Stepha breathed, similar reactions could be heard about them. The castle was huge and Gothic, like something out of a book. It loomed over the lake from its perch on the top of the hill, a great forest of spires and turrets and shimmering windows that glittered above them.
"Before her hangs a mirror clear, reflecting tower'd Camelot," Stepha murmured. Albus looked at her, "Tennyson, the lady of Shallot."
"Jeez, you must read a lot," he said, surprised at her literary knowledge.
"My dad's an English professor, so it's kind of family law that we know lots of quotes," she smiled.
"Four to a boat, go on now," Hagrid called over the chattering children. Yuri and Viola went with Mizuki and Jasmine, and Stepha climbed into the boat next to theirs followed by Albus and Ken.
"Do you mind if I join you?" Came a soft voice behind them. A thin, pale boy with light hair and grey eyes stood next to their boat.
"Be our guest," Ken said, ignoring Albus's startled look and budging up to make room.
"Merci. I'm Scorpius, Scorpius Malfoy."
"Nice to meet you Scorpius, I'm Stepha Lucas and these two are Ken Gonzales and Albus Potter."
"Pleasure to meet you," he said.
Hagrid shouted from the front, "Everyone in? Right, FORWARD." The little fleet of boats surged forwards across the lake. Albus kept on fidgeting and half glancing behind him at the pale boy, who calmly stared ahead and ignored his agitated companion. They drifted towards a curtain of ivy, "Heads down." Hagrid called from the front and they passed through the ivy into a small underground harbour. They followed Hagrid up some stone stairs out onto the grass in front of the castle and right up to the main door.
"Everyone here?" He raised his huge hand and knocked on the door.
The door swung open to reveal a tall, rather handsome man in dark red robes who smiled down at them.
"The Firs' years, Professor Longbottom."
"Thank you Hagrid, you should get to the feast." he said and pulled the doors wide open.
The first years followed Professor Longbottom into the school. Stepha gazed about at the beautiful entrance hall and huddled together with her year mates as they shuffled into an antechamber.
"Welcome to Hogwarts." Professor Longbottom started, "The start of year banquet will begin shortly, but before you can take your seats you must be sorted. Your Hogwarts house is like your family and you will spend almost all your time with them. Good deeds will earn you house points, while rule breaking will lose them. There are four houses, each named after a founder of the school these are: Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw and Slytherin. The sorting ceremony will start now, please follow me." The Professor lead the way into the Great Hall, a trail of students following behind him.
At the front of the hall stood a three-legged stool and on it sat an old, battered hat. Everyone was staring at it and Stepha watched in confusion as it started to sing:
If you end up in Gryffindor,
you're sure to fight your flaws,
you're brave and fierce and nothing's wrong,
with being so true and strong,
just try to find your way.
Hufflepuffs are never rough,
they always care, but aren't so tough,
if you are of kindly heart,
this is where you'll find your part,
and you'll never be dull and grey.
Ravenclaw will open doors,
and the knowledge will be yours,
you're witty and bright,
and are a light,
of knowledge on a dark day.
With Slytherin you'll fit right in,
if you're cunning and play to win,
you're fast on your feet and full of ambition,
so let it be known you've one condition,
if others cross you they will pay.
so try me on,
I'll tell right from wrong,
just see what I've got to say.
"When I read your names you will sit on the stool and be sorted." the Professor said, "Anders, Lauren."
"GRYFFINDOR."
"Boot, Sophia."
"GRYFFINDOR."
"Bourne, Amanda"
"RAVENCLAW."
"Chang, Mizuki." Stepha smiled at the nervous looking girl as she went up.
"HUFFLEPUFF."
"Etsuko, Jasmine."
"HUFFLEPUFF." She smiled slightly and ran to sit next to Mizuki. Jake Finnigan and May Finch-Fletchly went to Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw respectively.
"Gonzales, Ken." Ken sauntered up the steps and winked at the audience before dropping the hat over his head.
"SLYTHERIN." He grinned and bowed before walking to the green and silver table.
Several more people where sorted and then, "Lucas, Stephanie." Stepha shuffled forwards and climbed up onto the stool and placed the hat on her head.
"Well aren't you interesting." came a voice in her ear, "I haven't seen someone like you for a long time, your powers don't scare you," an image of her in a room full of roaring flames flashed across her vision, "not yet, but you don't fully understand their strength. You have an important part to play in things to come, and for that you will need guidance, you had better go to SLYTHERIN." The last word was shouted out to the whole hall, which erupted into mutters
"WHAT!?" Someone shouted, "She's a muggleborn!"
"So?" Stepha said, glaring at the girl.
"That's never happened before,"
"Miss McLaggen please do not interrupt the sorting ceremony," the Headmaster snapped, "Miss. Lucas, please take your seat."
"Yes Professor," she said and ran off to join Ken.
Stepha sat in a daze not paying attention until, "Malfoy, Scorpius," was called, the blonde boy walked up to the hat like a prince.
"SLYTHERIN."
She smiled as he sat beside her and watched Albus being sorted into Gryffindor, closely followed by Samson Spinnet. Leslie Silvetti joined the Slytherin ranks, Viola was found to be a Ravenclaw and Yuri joined her, much to her horror and his joy, and after the last few Weasleys, the Headmistress stood to give her speech.
"Firstly, welcome, to our first years and welcome back, to all others. Before we start the feast I would like to remind everyone that the Forbidden Forest is forbidden." She turned her stern look towards two Gryffindor students, who waved back.
'One looks like a Weasley and the other must be James Potter,' Stepha thought.
"Now, let us eat," Professor McGonagall said. And piles of mouthwatering food suddenly appeared in front of them. The hall burst into chatter as the students tucked in.
XXX
Mizuki was following the Hufflepuff prefect when she felt Jasmine stumble into her.
"Stupid Hufflepuff." the Ravenclaw that had pushed her muttered. Jasmine shrank back in fear.
"Hey!" Mizuki snapped, standing in their way. One of them tried to shove her out of his way. Before they could see what she was doing she had brought her arm up and twisted it around his, grabbed his shoulder and pushed him against the wall. She grabbed the hand still on her shoulder with her spare hand and pushed it back whilst applying pressure to his shoulder blade.
"Apologise or I break your arm," she growled.
"Let go of me." he struggled against her but she pressed down on his shoulder more.
"I'm sorry!" he said.
"Good," she let him go, "Don't bother us again, got it?" They nodded and scampered off. Mizuki looked at the ring of gawking Hufflepuffs, shrugged and started following the oblivious prefect again, Jasmine trialling after her.
"That was so brave, thank you," Jasmine said softly, "you should have been a Gryffindor."
"Nah, you wouldn't like it." She linked their arms together.
"Wait, you chose Hufflepuff for me?" Jasmine asked, confused.
"I thought it would be the best place for you, and I don't think it's that bad."
"Thank you," Jasmine mumbled.
"No problem, sisters, remember?"
"Sisters," she agreed.
XXX
James tackled Albus when they left the Great Hall.
"Knew you would be in Gryffindor Al." He ruffled his brother's hair. "Shame Rose and Louis went to Ravenclaw, but I don't think Uncle Neville could cope with all of us in one house."
"Yeah, not after you blew up the common room, last year," Albus laughed.
"Hey! That was Fred's fault,"
"Mate, don't sell me out to your little bro, that's unfair," the redhead said, appearing beside his best friend.
"Seriously you think Al is gunna tell someone?" He elbowed his brother gently, "anyway you should go and meet your year mates." He ran off to go and pester some people ahead of them.
"Um, bye," he said to the space were his brother had been.
"Hey, you're Albus, right?" A sandy haired boy came up next to him.
"Yeah."
"I'm Samson, Sam for short. I don't really know many people here, and we're in the same dorm so I thought I should say hi."
"Hi. I don't know a lot of people in our year, but pretty much the whole of Gryffindor is related to me so I can introduce you if you like."
"Wow, thanks. It must be cool having such a huge family."
"It can get a bit annoying at times tell you the truth."
Samson grinned and he and Albus talked all the way up to Gryffindor tower.
XXX
"You can count on me like one, two, three," Yuri sang absent mindedly.
"Yuri, stop, please." Viola begged.
"Aww, but Viola, we will make a great team in Ravenclaw," he pulled his sad puppy face at her and she sighed.
"Fine, I just want to not have to stop you from blowing stuff up."
"I promise I will try not to." He said grinning.
"Ok," they walked a little bit further.
"Viola," she looked back up at him, "You're not ashamed of me are you?"
Viola stopped her expression was pained, but it quickly turned angry.
"Yuri Anthony Valverde, don't you ever, ever so much as think that again! You are my twin brother and my best friend. I never have been, nor will I ever be, ashamed of you. You may make my life a whole lot crazier and you may be the clumsiest person I know, but I love you, no matter what. I just sometimes feel like I have to look after you, but if that means that I get you and all your...you-ness, then so be it. I would pick you over every cool or popular person in this school and I don't care how annoying you are," she was suddenly crushed in a hug.
"Love you too sis," Yuri's voice said, somewhere above her head, she patted his back.
"Yuri, can't breath," she said through a mouth full of t-shirt, he let her go but kept an arm around her shoulders, "now let's catch up with the rest of our house," said Viola and they broke into a jog.
XXX
Stepha sat in the Slytherin common room reading her book, it was one of her favourites and she had read it several times before, the spine was bent and several of the pages had stains from different types of foods, one double page spread even had muddy paw prints from where Artemis had wandered across it whilst it was left on the window seat in her room.
She barely noticed when someone sat down in front of her, in fact it took them several polite coughs for her to even glance up. Across the little table sat Scorpius, who smiled politely.
"Hello, we met before in the boats, I'm Scorpius and you are, Stephanie, correct?"
"Yes, but I prefer Stepha."
"Well, Stepha, you're a muggleborn, so I expect you don't really understand the way things work, so if you need any advice on anything, you are fully allowed to talk to me, and there is no need to be embarrassed if you do." He looked at her, obviously expecting some kind of fawning thank you.
"I'm sorry, but, what? Are you all ways this stuck up or am I getting special treatment?"
"I was only being polite."
"THAT is your version of polite? Because it seemed to me like you were being a stuck up little child, 'let's all go and laugh at the muggleborn because they're so stupid and don't understand anything'. Being polite does not involve talking down to someone and treating them like they are below you. 'You don't have to be embarrassed'? What am I, a naughty child? If I don't understand anything I'll ask, is that ok with you, Mr. Malfoy, or do I need a jury of almighty purebloods to give me permission?"
Scorpius had gone red in the face and looked slightly flustered and confused, as if Stepha was meant to bow and scrape and thank him. He opened his mouth to retort but Stepha cut him off,
"I didn't say you could talk. So what, you just expect me to treat you like my saviour and pledge my allegiance, because that is not going to happen, so get your head out of your backside and shut up." She turned back to her book. Scorpius stared at her for a moment and then walked away to his dorm.
"You go girl," Ken said sitting down next to her, "that was amazing,hon, I have seen some sass in my time but that was a whole new level. I can't believe you just told Scorpius Malfoy to clean up his act."
"What's so amazing about him?"
"Let's just say that the Malfoy company owns about two thirds of the wizarding world, and he is the soul heir. He's probably never had a bad word said to him, most people wouldn't dare, his father could probably take everything they owned and bankrupt them in half an hour, and you just told him to get his head out of his arse, I'm pretty sure no one is going to mess with you," he laughed, "with hair like that you wouldn't expect him to be rich, I may have to work on him. Well, I'm going to bed." he said standing up and stretching.
"Same here." Stepha said following him to the split in the passageway.
"Hey Stepha," Ken said, she turned, "mind if I Slytherin?" he waggled his eyebrows.
"Oh my God, no, just no, Ken." She shook her head and tried to look disgusted, but just ended up grinning at his ridiculous expression.
"Good night Ken."
"Good night Stepha."
Authors note: So, first chapter, what do you think? Constructive criticism only please or Mizuki will break your arm, and please review 'cause you love me.