Tory Masing was a young witch, in her last year of Hogwarts and she was muggle-born. She had tried to make friends with the famous Harry Potter, yet she was just another Gryffindor, not worthy of being friends with THE Harry Potter.
Tory stared coldly at Hermione Granger, the two girls had been good friends up until the third-year, then thing had gone out of control, and every day there was bound to be some heated argument between them, today it was about Tory's potions essay.
"What you mean by that, Granger?" Tory demanded, her hair escaping the tail in which it was bound.
"I mean, Tory, that isn't going to work"
"Don't call me Tory, and I'm going to do it my way"
"It's going to help improve your marks, Tory"
"My foot! You have been trying to improve my marks scince you first met me!"
"Tory… please listen to me"
"NO!" and with that, Tory Masing stormed up the stairs, her eyes blazing. Hermione slumped into an armchair and looked at Harry, who had watched the quarrel unfold, "What am I going to do with her?" Hermione asked, turning to her friend for advice. "Beats me Herms, that girl has allways been strange"
"Harry! Don't be cruel!"
"What? You asked my oppinion, I gave it to you!"
"I asked for advice!"
"Then you do something! You are head girl!"
Up in the Girls Dorm, Tory sat on her bed. All in all, Tory was a pretty girl. She was slim and mature, her long waves were chesnut brown, and her eyes were a clear blue. Her high cheek-bones gave her a regal look, while her firey temper gave her another all together. Anna-Marie, Tory's friend, was an opposite to Tory. Plum and jolly, Anna-Marie had raven hair and brown eyes, where Tory was fair, Anna-Marie was frumpy. "I really hate that Granger girl" Tory said irritably.
"Come now, Tory, hate is such a strong word…" Anna-Marie said tiredly, working on an essay for Charms.
"I know, and I Hate Hermione Granger."
"Whatever Tory, Goodnight"
"As it would seem" Tory muttered under her breath.
The next morning Tory sleepily opened her eyes and came face to face with her tiny owl, Jessie, who had escaped the Owlery… again. Tory got up and perched Jessie on her shoulder, and, slipping out of the sheets, began to dress into her Hogwarts uniform. She loosened her tie slightly and wandered toward the Owlery. Once she reached the large wooden door, it swung open and in the doorway stood… Draco Malfoy.
"Masing" He ackowleged
"Malfoy" she said bitterly, pushing her way past.
"Now now, that's not very polite"
"And what would you know about being polite?" she sneered
"More then you think" Malfoy said roughly, pushing past her and into the hallway.
"Well, in that case, I will expect very little from you then!" Tory yelled at his retreting back. Jessie chirped and nipped Tory's ear in annoyance. "Ouch! Stupid bird!" Tory whispered. She placed Jessie on an empty perch and wandered into the Great Hall, waiting for the day to start.
Draco Malfoy sat at the Sytherin Table. He was trying to keep his sanity, but it was proving rather difficult with Pansy shreeching in his ear. "… And I said to her 'I don't care about what you think, I care what I think' and she looked so so shocked!" Pansy said shrilly, clapping her hands in delight. Draco rolled his eyes and his gaze landed on a slim, brunette Gryffindor who was close to shouting at Head Girl Granger. "Draco, are you listening to me!" Pansy yelled into his ear. Draco rolled his eyes and stormed out of the hall.
Tory was close to yelling at Hermione, today it was about last nights argument… again. She was about to cause a scene when a blonde blur stormed past her. She looked curiously at the retreting back and stormed out herself, leaving a stunned Hermione and an absorbed Anna-Marie at the Gryffindor table. Her footsteps echoed in the empty hallway and as she rounded the corner, Draco Malfoy sprung out at her, wand at the ready.
Tory collided with the hard wall and let out a chocked "Oof". The blond boy hurriedly lept off her when he saw who it was. "Masing, I thought you were Pansy" he said, his voice hinting an appology.
"Nice to know you would confuse me with that slut" Tory retorted sacasticly.
"Here," Draco offered his hand to the slim girl lying in a heap on the floor.
Tory shot him a dirty look and scrambled to her feet, wincing slightly, "I thing you broke something, Malfoy" she muttered, holding her ribs. Draco looked at her with concerned eyes, but only for a second. He drew himself up to his true hight and said loudly "Well, you deserved it"
Tory gaped at him. Draco looked at her, smirking "You'll soon catch flies like that, Masing" and with that, Malfoy walked on, just as Anna-Marie came into view. "You okay Tory? you seem hurt" she said timidly.
"I'm fine Anna-Marie, just had a run-in with the wall" Tory said, walking towads the Gryffindor tower.
When Tory reached her dorm, her tiny owl tapped on her window, this time with a letter. Tory broke the seal and read it carefully, it said: Masing, sorry to run into you after breakfast, just so you know, I'm only writing this because I felt guilty about leaving you on the floor. Don't expect another appology. Malfoy
Tory read the letter again, and again. On the third time, she threw the note on her bed and flung herself on it next, scowling.
Professors Flitwick and Haldering were talking. Professor Janice Haldering was the replacemant for Professor McGonagal, who had taken a vacation in the Snowy Alps. Professor Haldering glared at Professor Flitwick coldly.
"She is only a child!" Professor Haldering said shrilly.
"My dear Janice. She needs to know, the longer we put it off, the harder it will be to tell her" Professor Flitwick said calmly.
"No, she is only 17! An age far to young to know this sort of information!"
"If you look hard enough, my dear, you will see an adult in a childs form." Proffessor Flitwick said,
"Well until I do, as Head of House, I forbid that you tell her, not untill Minevera comes back!"
"But, my dear Professors, I am back" Professor McGonagal said from the entrance. Her old, lined face was kind, her dark green eyes were alight with a fire inside and her wispy ginger-white hair was coming lose from it's tight bun. "Professor, glad to see you well, even if it is quite unexpected." Professor Haldering said with forced kindess.
"Indeed" Professor Flitwick agreed.
"Now, what is this comotion about? Something about Tory Masing I presume?"
"Why, yes. It is" Professor Haldering said. "How did you know?" she added as an afterthought.
"Albus said something bad had happened at school concerning Miss Masing."
"Oh, I see" Professor Flitwick mused.
"Would you care to fill me in?" Professor McGonagal said lightly, setting her bags on the floor.
Tory scowled as she glared at Hermione Granger from a distance. The brunette was really getting on Tory's nerves. The fact that Hermione was in the same room as Tory made her fume.
Hermione was talking avidly with her two best friends. "What's wrong Tory?" came a small voice from behind her.
It was her younger brother Adam. Adam had brown hair like his sister, but his was more matted and tousled. He had his fathers green eyes and a small freckled face. He was 13 and had only just begun his third year. "Nothing Adam, nothing at all." Tory sighed, turning to face her brother. He frowned and gave her 'The Look' that both him and herself had learned from their mother.
Thanks to all who read my stories. Nest Chapter coming soon!Lauren