Chapter One: Smells Like Frog Toes"Ugh, what is that?" Adia Malfoy exclaimed as she took a seat beside Nikki Crawford, being sure not to step in the pile of goop in the middle of the compartment.
The train rattled and shook, just like it always would on the rickety tracks of the Hogwarts Express. Nikki was giggling non-stop. "It's," she snorted, "puss, from a Mimbulus mimbletonia… that idiot kid Lindsey was walking around showing it off, and he came in here, saw me and tried to squirt me with the Stinksap. He ended up spraying it all over himself, and the plant just blew up really…"
Adia bit her lip, suppressing her laughter. Lindsey O'Riley was the most annoying Gryffindor she'd ever met, besides Jayme Potter. Adia gave a tired sigh and pulled out her wand, waving it once to make the Stinksap disappear.
"You look tired, Adia," Nikki said, stretching out on the seat with her pet cat, Noel in her arms. The white little kitten was half asleep, not bothered by the train at all.
"Well spending a few hours in a compartment with Jayme Potter isn't going to help anyone," Adia muttered darkly. "I don't see what that boy's problem is."
"Well let's see, his father saved the world, he's the greatest damn Quidditch player that Hogwart's seen since his father… And you're the daughter of his father's moral enemy… Nope, everything seems perfectly normal," Nikki said sarcastically.
"Well it's not like it was my fault," Adia said hotly. "I can't help it if my father hates his father. At least I don't treat him like—
"The way he should be treated?" Nikki said loudly.
"Maybe," Adiamumbled moodily and looked out at the window. She stared at the raindrops forming on the glass and touched it to cool her warm skin. Her reflection swam before her in the glass, showing her father's cold grey eyes that didn't seem to suite her and her mother's Veela blond hair.
"Just relax a bit Aida," Nikki said sisterly. "You're getting worked up over that idiotic Potter again. Don't waste your time."
"Yeah," Adiasaid slowly, "why waste my time?"
"You sprayed Stinksap all over yourself?" Jayme Potter howled with laughter at his friend's stupid mistake.
"It was that Nikki Crawford in the compartment, you know, Malfoy's little shield. She was laughing at the stupid plant so I thought I'd spray her but…" Lindsey sighed, setting the dead plant down. "It blew up, all over me."
"You smell like frog toes," Jayme taunted, running a hand through his jet black hair.
"And you don't?" Lindsey poked Jayme in the side, hard.
"Watch it!" Jayme laughed. "Well that stuff's horrible. Too bad Malfoy wasn't around to get a blow of that junk."
"Actually that was what I was hoping would happen," Lindsey smirked. "But the little Snake Angel was still in the Prefect's compartment with you."
"She acts like she's so perfect, don't she?" Jayme muttered darkly. "Someday I just want to curse her."
"Half of the school thinks that, mate," Lindsey said, still cleaning up all the Stinksap on him. "She's not as innocent as everyone thinks."
Or maybe she is, Jayme suddenly thought. He'd never actually come to the conclusion that Adia Malfoy was just as evil as her father, or her father's father. It had just sort of, snapped. Because of whom she was related to, she had to be just as bad.
But when Jayme had seen her today, wearing her simple robes and her hair tied up in a bun with pink ribbon, he felt like his stomach had dropped. So of course his only way to react was a snide remark. It hadn't helped, though. She'd given him a look of hurt mingled with hatred that made him want to die.
"Look at that Thomas;" he'd said to a Hufflepuff Prefect, "there goes the slut on stilts." It'd been a horrible thing to say. Adia was timid, and afraid, but when mad she could fight. She was also naturally short, so she wore high shoes, just to make eye leave with most people.
When Jayme had said that, the rejected Prefect had smiled and said loudly, "Wow, you were able to string twelve words together Potter, congratulations."
Jayme glanced out the rain speckled window with a frown on his face. Had his stomach dropped of hatred? Or was it something else?
"Oy, Jayme," Lindsey said loudly. "Want something off the cart?" The woman rolling the trolley down the isles was waiting patiently. Jayme forked out some money and handed it to her for a few chocolate frogs and cauldron cakes.
Lindsey took a bite off of a cake and asked, "Something bothering you?"
Jayme glanced into his best friend's green eyes and lied, "Nope."
"Liar."
They rode the rest of the trip to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry in silence, letting the rain do their thinking.