Chapter Two
"Seriously?! do you think that's smart?" The pale blonde rolled his eyes drastically.
"Al!" He cried. "I've told you so many bloody times, IT'S SAFE!"
Alannah was conciliating as she sketched before a rather harsh dispute unfolded before her eyes. "Scorppius! My father has told me-!"
"Oh bloody hell!" He cussed cutting off the anonymous voice. Despite not seeing them as she curled up onto one of the vast bay windows in the castles she could hear their conversation crystal clear. The vacuous halls echoed every little sound, from the patter of the rain to both boys - not so hushed squabble.
Her eyes riveting down the winding forest ahead. Her blank expression would startle some however others would presume she was in deep thought- they were correct. She wondered, why was she here? Alannah hadn't really paid attention to her lessons, how could she when she was still fathoming her new profound wizardry!
Tucking a piece of her long hair behind her ear, pressing her eyes together as she attempted to hear clearer. "Old Battleaxe is coming! Hide!" She had recognized one of the voices from a fairly tall, pale blonde boy from one of her classes, Scorpios - Obviously.
However Alannah hadn't heed this warning for herself. "What are you doing here?" A voice demanded causing her to jump right of the side.
Skittering up, she blushed furiously. "Oh..I..I.." She stuttered diffidently as her heart jumped to her throat. The old women, around mid thirties had long grey locks framing her old, wrinkly face. The long black dress concealed her pale skin, as her bottle green jumper bought out the green in her eyes - probably her most attractive feature. Condescendingly coking her head towards Alannah. Her thin lips tugged into a tight line, arching her thin nearly non- existent brows.
"What's wrong? Cat got your tongue?" She spat venomously. She stood their quiet as a mouse, twiddling with her fingers. Not willing to glance up, fearfully tucking her sketch book under her arm. If she saw what was in their Alannah would be screwed - so screwed.
"Go off to your lesson now!" She barked, and Alannah scampered off, not daring to look behind. "That goes for you too Mr Potter, Mr Malfoy." She added. Alannah nodded mentally, so that's who they were.
~0~
"Anyway, Jacks trying out for quidditch game." Leah Barnes announced proudly, flicking her hair over shoulders. Leah Barnes was a first year, just like her and Rose, however their was a big difference between her and Leah. Leah aspired to be the school whore, as she ridden her robe to display at least the lower half of her knees.
Glancing up, she noticed Rose restraining the urge to roll her eyes. Throwing a seedless grape into her mouth. She wasn't really hungry. Rose wasn't really a fan of Leah, that made two of them! She wasn't really fond of Leah's actions. Leah seemed to try and throw herself on everyone.
"Rose?" She called out hesitantly, "Can I speak to you please?" Alannah questioned hopefully. Many questions racked her brain, most Rose couldn't ask however, the ones that she could, she would or at least try -please?
Rose nodded slowly, clearly surprised. "Erm, sure."
Alannah swivelled round to face her, "I..I bumped into someone." She admitted. She hadn't really thought how she would react to these questions, however she couldn't get her hopes up or display too much dumbfounds despite not knowing a thing about hogwarts and wizardry. "She was old, mid thirties. Green eyes, pale face, wrinkly, her eyebrows were arched her hair was a grey colour, her eyebrows were so light they seemed to lend into her porcelain face-" Alannah immediately cut herself off, realising how offensive that came out. She didn't intend to say that.
"I didn't mean it like that!" Alannah corrected hastily, but Rose waved her off casually.
"It's fine." She assured. "It's Mrs Battleaxe. She's the second head mistress, she's cruel, vile and defiant downcast." She catalogued indignantly, rumpling her freckled trait. Alannah nodded. Relief washing over her features.
"Thank you." She appreciated raking a hand through her hair. Sweeping back her longs tresses.
She frowned, "Why though?"
"I kind of got detention from her." She disclosed embarrassed, Rose chuckled lightly. "Trust me, she does it to everyone, I haven't got it off her, yet. Thankfully!" She sighed mollified.
She bit her lip hesitantly, "Why?" She inquired curiously.
Alannah blushed, "I missed lesson." She confessed.
Rose nodded, "Yeah, explains why I didn't see you in D.A.D.A." Rose reminded.
"Yeah, I didn't feel too well." She lied, shrugging. She didn't really understand if Rose brought it or not, however she silently nodded. Continuing lunch in silence.
~0~
Apprehensive, Alannah, made her way towards the lower east wing; that's where she'd have detention. Along with a Mr Potter and Mr Malfoy, one who'd she's already recognized as Scorpios Malfoy. Bewildered on Mr Potter?
She held her breath before she fluctuated with the flimsy knob, revealing a dark ashy classroom. It manifested the wreaking of battle field rather than a classroom. Mrs Battleaxe sat beeline, her back pressed consecutive, while her head crooked. She mentally winced, was that not painful.
"Ah, Miss Parker. How pleasant of you to join us." She announced bitterly, as sarcasm dripped in her tone. "You are late!" She bellowed furiously slamming her fist against the oak desk. She jumped in fright. She imaged if theses desks weren't magically enchanted, the desk would have splintered into two - well at least she thought they were, considering the tumultuous strength she used.
Alannah didn't deliberate explaining her prolongation, it would only fuel her rage more so! She pealed her lips together and waited for another instruction, even if she really didn't want to. "Sit their." She ordered, pointing a long, slender finger to the empty desk in front of her gaze. "Next to Mr Potter."
Alannah expressed a quaint expression as she skimmed this "Mr Potter" His imposing chartreuse orbs contrasted well with his raven hair. Lowering her gaze she scurried over to her designated seat. The class was slightly cold, not that she was verbally going to complain, but it was rather chilly in here.
Suddenly the door burst open and a murky old man appeared, "Mrs Battleaxe! You are needed, immediately!" He cried. Alannah examined a streak of soot scarred his features. The few rags concealed his body as his thin beard contained crumbs.
She scraped her chair harshly, causing an annoying squealing noise to fill her eyes, she couldn't suppress her wince. Neither could both boys. Storming out the class, she turned around once more waggling an accusing finger to all three of them, "I will deal with you three imbecile later." She warned threateningly.
Once she'd galloped down the hall, Scorpius sniggered slightly, before bursting into unruly laughter. The boy next to him, smiled slightly chuckling before following with a hearty laugh. Alannah was last to join and merely giggled.
"So, what are you in for?" Scorpios questioned turning to Alannah.
"I erm, missed lesson and well, she caught me." She admitted as her eyes reddened.
"Really? Were in for the same bloody thing too!" He beamed grinning, "Me and Al here." He pointed to the boy next to him, Al, Al Potter. She hadn't heard of him. "Well we were both getting boring off Tintons bloody rubbish potions and decided to take a hike." He joked.
Al rolled his eyes, "I'm Scorpius. Scorpius Malfoy." He greeted sticking out his ghastly hand.
She took it politely, "Alannah. Alannah Parker."
He smiled, "And this is Al. Well, Albus. Albus Potter." He introduced to the boy, Albus smiled politely.
"Hi."
The next question took her by surprise, momentarily bewildered, "What house are you in?" Scorpius inquired. Tilting his head. She frowned, house? What did he mean by house? Hogwarts? London? England?
"You know, Slytherin, Gryffindor, Ravenclaw or Hufflepuff?"Oh that house! She had heard Rose mention something before. She frowned slightly before answering, "Gryffindor, yourself?"
His face immediately fell, "Slytherin." He answered begrudgingly.
"Nice." She commented awkward, why was he so appalled by her answer? Surely Gryffindor couldn't be so bad? Could it?
His eyes widened, "Nice? Nice?" He shrieked incredulous. "God you are bloody something Alannah." He mumbled causing her to blush. She didn't know weather he was being bitter, sarcastic or mean? Maybe even genuine?!
"Not in a bad way." Albus spoke up captivating the girls attention, "He just means he's never really met a Gryffindor students that isn't appalled or disgusted by Slytherin." He explained.
Alannah shrugged, "Well I mean they are all just houses right? I mean we are just one whole as hogwarts- not to sound corny or anything." She added quickly. Albus nodded graciously and smiled angelic.
"That's true, very true."