Chapter Two of Turn it Upside Down
Disclaimer: not mine, or there would be more sex.
Ginny Weasley sighed as she read through it. The beginning was impossibly wordy. This was the most ridiculous project she'd ever started (and she was always devoting all of her energy to one thing or another). Even this first little snippet had taken herself, Luna, and Dennis forever. And there was also the matter of the title… which sucked.
"How he Found his Passion: A sequel, number two in the Harry Potter Chronicles… Oh hell, no. Obviously a book is not the way to go. There are too many factors. Maybe if I had time to recreate muggle movies in magical form… but that's taking this a bit too far." She threw her quill down in mild annoyance.
"I suppose it'll be the pensieve after all… I mean it's cute for an introduction, but at this rate… ugh." She mumbled to herself. Writing was amusing, but only short-term. It was time consuming, and too drawn out for her. She reached for the pensieve to continue recording a story she would, someday, find a way to mass produce and sell to the public.
She traced a finger around the bowl, admiring the contrast between the ephemeral and immortal look of the substance inside the bowl with her very human hands, blessed and cursed with the ability to age, as some thoughts and memories never did.
"Something wrong?" Came a voice from the doorway. She didn't even glance up.
"Ah, you know, just being ponderous. If you want a normal conversation you may have to wait a bit, it seems my inner genius had taken temporary possession of my brain. Actually, I'm about to dump our favorite pair's brilliant, overly dramatic, and hilarious tale into this lovely little bowl."
"So you still haven't managed to find a way to make millions off of it? I suppose a book would be too mundane for this…" The voice trailed off. "Anyway, I'm off. Find me later when you're done."
"Whatever, I'm busy" Ginny responded impatiently, closing her eyes and lifting her wand, her mind already drifting back, back, trying to find the very beginning of her tale. "But not too far back," she mumbled, "don't want this to be too long".
A sigh from the doorway and then an abrupt and amused, "Bye, then. Bitch." She could hear the smile in the last word, followed by footsteps on stone.
Despite being halfway into a meditative state, Ginny snorted lightly and called out "Bye bye baby" in a mocking tone.
A white mist began to wind itself, slowly, in finer and finer silken thread, around the tip of her wand. It was time to begin.
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Ginny Weasley entered the halls of Hogwarts on her sixth year ready to take the place by storm. Despite Luna's rather romantic hopes for a seductive Slytherin sex-god to slink into their compartment and shower one of them with attention and flattery, whilst simultaneously being ignorant of both their names, the train ride was nothing interesting. A short visit to the Prefect's compartment, a short visit to her brother's compartment, and a lot of sleeping in awkward-looking positions in the uncomfortable compartment she and Luna shared with Emer Culann (Seamus Finnegan's cousin, a Ravenclaw) and Deirdre Boleyn (Gryffindor, Ginny's year).
The only interesting thing had been Deirdre, who normally was hanging out with Susie Moon and Ruth McEwan, the other female Gryffindors in Ginny's year. But Ginny hadn't even bothered to get the story out of her. It was common knowledge among the fifth and sixth grades and among the seventh grade Ravenclaw and Hufflepuffs that Ginny and Luna's 'space', whether they were sitting at a table in the library or in a compartment on the train, was a friendly area to drift in and out of. Between them, the two girls knew just about everyone in the three grades. It was even a neutral zone for Slytherins because, in the end, Ginny didn't give a shit about anyone as long as they didn't piss her off, and Luna was helplessly kind and oblivious to everything that breathed, as well as a lot of things that didn't. So, even being seen with a random fifth or sixth-year Slytherin wouldn't be scandalous, despite Ginny's last name.
'Although, I don't think we've ever had a slytherin just pop by… not yet anyway.'
But for now it was just her and Luna walking together towards the Great Hall for the Sorting.
"So Luna," Ginny turned to address her odd friend in a soft voice, who was looking down at the floor as she stepped lightly on her toes across the large stones of Hogwarts, "You understand the plan? Now that I've got the rooms the way I'd like them, I think its really time to bring this baby home! Really, I mean Harry and Ron and Hermione have their own job handling all the personal Tom-shit, right? It works out perfectly for me. I can try my best to watch out for the next generation of wizards. If I have my way, things are going to get a lot easier for my side of this war after the next three years graduate. Or at least I can do light reconnaissance and discover where everyone stands at this point. It's easier to catch people's beliefs when they're young, before they've learned it's safer to hide it. I'd say it's mostly just Slytherins who are the exception sometimes. There's just not any one person or document that can tell us the loyalty of all the students… and I think it would be so easy to make one! Don't you?" She trailed off.
Luna glanced up from the floor, but continued to deftly avoid stepping on the cracks in the floor. She halted her murmered mantra of "step on a crack and you'll break your daddy's back" long enough to respond, "Well, yes that is another rather good reason to do this, better than your previous pursuit of just making money. I do think that the Draco crowd will be problematic. They all sort of fall in line behind him or keep themselves unseen, don't you think? The only good thing about them is that the younger grades leave the animosity largely up to their current Seventh Years. Even last year, the grade above your brother's left matters like that largely up to Draco and his direct cronies." She paused thoughtfully, "None of the other grades are passionate about it like that grade is. They just follow the unwritten law of staying unfriendly, disregarding things such as school projects in which cooperation is required. I suppose that from one angle this is a remarkably easy task, and from another it is inspiringly difficult. That list thing is a good idea, but maybe more difficult than you think. Maybe we can just expand it as we hear things?" Luna stopped walking entirely to look carefully at Ginny, who grinned and gave a little spin for her friend, as if she were trying on a new outfit. "Yes this one's worthy of your effort. You should try impossible feats more often, I quite like this look on you. And because I know you want a little advice I'll say this and nothing more."
Ginny looked at her expectantly as they continued on their way. Luna looked at her gravely, in hilarious contrast with her prancing hop-walk from stone to stone and said, "Go at them in this order: Blaise Zabini, then Daphne Greengrass and Theodore… no, just the first two. You'll want to approach them through Thomas Nott and Macha Emain in our year. Then go after Draco and only Draco. Theodore would be helpful, but he's got a violent streak that is counterproductive and should be avoided... and it's possible he's changed his mind over the summer. I heard that there was activity in the countryside over the summer. Trying to reach out to Pansy or the two grunts is useless because Draco holds the power, so just ignore them. They aren't the ones you need."
Ginny glanced at Luna out of the corners of her eyes for a second and then commented, "You know that's just a little creepy how you described each of the people I had listed on my VIP list from that house. I swear I didn't show you that list. I'd crossed off Theodore on a hunch, but it's nice to have confirmation. Thanks for the rundown, I was second guessing myself, trying to decide if I should approach Macha or Daphne first. You're so right though, Daphne's position is slightly more fragile. She's older and in Draco's year." Luna made everything seem so clear. Like the world was a series of easy decisions, so long as you held the right perspective. If the choice is difficult, then it's because you are examining it through the wrong angle. There were some difficult decisions, but many were far less complex than they appeared.
The girls reached the Great Hall and Ginny gave the shorter blond a light brush on the shoulder with her hand in goodbye as they split to their respective tables.
Ginny shoved her way into the table a few seats down from the dream team and waited impatiently for the people jostling around behind her to reach the table and fill the seats. She really didn't want to sit next to either of the Creeveys. While Dennis was actually proving not to be a total carbon copy of his brother, Colin had been weird ever since the mistaken three days when he thought he was her boyfriend.
"Hey Ginny, I'm sitting across from you now, just in case you were saving it for someone." Ginny looked up as Deirdre slid into the last remaining seat around the youngest Weasley.
"Oh thank goodness." Ginny groaned in relief. "I was worried it would be another awkward meal."
Deirdre smiled as she tied her thick dark hair back away from her face. "Yeah, now that you mention it you don't sit here much. I'm usually with Susie or Ruth, but don't you normally eat with the older Ravenclaws?" She inquired, lifting an eyebrow.
"Yeah, I'm guilty of house-hopping. I mean I do sit here sometimes, like breakfast most days and some dinners. Or during Quidditch season, near game days. I was just really hoping to avoid sitting next to Colin this evening. Who's safely down at the other end of the table right now, thank god. It's been awkward since last year." She fiddled with her goblet sheepishly.
"Yeah right, I remember that. You looked so embarrassed and guilty when you had to break the news to him. Did he really think you were going out just cause of a little muggle spin the bottle? Poor guy. I thought for a bit about finding him a nice bloke, but he seems more like just a late bloomer. He'll find his stride eventually, prolly somewhere amongst the Hufflepuff fifth-years." Daphne finished with a wry smile.
"Hah. Yeah, pretty much I'd agree with you on all accounts." As she was speaking the Hall began to quiet down for the beginning festivities. Ginny examined the Slytherin table during the Sorting, after noting that the new minister, (Fudge had been sacked halfway through her fifth year) Emmeline Vance's aunt, Morna Vance, had provided a recently retired auror to teach them DADA this year.
Skimming to the faces that interested her and her project she began to examine them, trying to see if anything had changed over the summer. She knew that for now, the war was largely being kept away from the younger generations. Much as Tommy-boy would've liked to march it straight up to the school, the parents of Slytherin House seemed to be holding firm to the fact that they wanted their kids to graduate as Slytherins. She could see some of the strain on the Seventh years though. Privy to the kind of information she was privy to, she knew that the current Seventh years had the most first sons or daughters of rich pureblood families and Voldemort supporters out of all the grades. Sixth year was comprised mainly of a few middle-class halfbloods and a few second or third sons and daughters, who could be kept away from the war more easily than the heirs.
Ginny grinned a bit, and the noise of the hall in background echoed with young children being sorted and cheers from various houses. She thought to herself wryly, 'If I know our Slytherins, however, they'll be throwing themselves headfirst into this school year. Especially the eldest, since it's their final hurrah. They're going to want to go a little bit crazy, and I'll have the perfect controlled environment for that. This is good for me.'
She looked at Daphne Greengrass, seated with Macha Emain from Sixth year, Macha's rich halfblood boytoy from last year, and Thomas Nott. A little ways down, Theodore Nott and Blaise Zabini were having a murmured conversation as Zabini's eyes swept the hall.
The son of a black widow, and a young man who has millions and millions more coming out of his mother's latest husband, if his unfortunate run-in with that shark in Hawaii proved fatal… A Slytherin who has managed to stay neutral so far, who my brother and his friends barely knows exist, despite the fact that he's the only one of those kids who can look more dangerous than haughty. I could easily see him watching his mother prepare the death of a husband, or helping me stash a body somewhere. That's... damn intriguing.
His eyes reached her face and stopped, dwelling on hers. His elbows were up on the table, hands laced under his head as he tilted it, delivering a smoldering, intense, and distrustful gaze her way. She merely drummed her fingertips on the table in response. She couldn't help the mild smile that dropped onto her lips as her eyes gazed challengingly in response.
She gave him a smug little smile she usually saved for when she had gotten her mother to back her up against her brothers at home. He frowned slightly and turned back to his conversation with Theodore.
'Haha, little Mr. I'm too sexy for this Hall obviously thinks I'm going to be fucking with the Slytherins this year. And I don't mean that literally. Funny, I never thought he was particularly concerned with protecting his house as a whole before. Yet he was obviously warding me off from messing with the balance of power in Slytherin house…'
"Or maybe he's just gay and thought I was eyeing up Nott… honestly could be either, although my first instinct is to think he's straight but experimental." She mused allowed, realizing that the food was just appearing.
Daphne coughed a little bit into her pumpkin juice, startled by the comment that had apparently come out of nowhere. "I'm sorry-What? You haven't said a word since the sorting…" Her eyebrows lifted, "woah, just who were you referring to? I'm sure you know first-hand which of the Ravenclaws are gay or not, and the Hufflepuffs have nothing to hide. It's common knowledge among the school which ones swing and which ones don't, and widely accepted."
Ginny raised her eyebrows a bit, tempted to interrupt the girl at the beginning, "Hey now, I wasn't THAT bad last year… Well I mean I wasn't little Mary with her lamb, more like red riding hood, but I wasn't as bad as Snow White or anything."
"Sorry?" Daphne asked, totally baffled and tugging at her ponytail in frustration, "I don't follow. At all. Any of that."
Ginny grinned, "Snow White lived with seven dwarves in one little house with only seven beds. Or at least, that's as far as Colin got before I told him I wasn't into hearing stories like that. And red riding hood enticed wolves from all over the forest, but was saved by the really hot carpenter in denim jeans and a white t. And Mary was just a little girl who had a lamb for a pet."
"Yeah, you're still not making much sense, but I've heard the tale of Snow White and something tells me you've got it all wrong." Daphne snorted at Ginny as she pulled over a small bowl of pudding.
Ginny just shook her head, "I'm telling you that's what I heard from a muggle-raised student, but if you think you're right, you're right." Playfully rolling her eyes, she got back to the point. "But anyway, I was talking about Blaise Zabini."
Daphne stared at her like she was out of her mind. Popping the last bit of pudding in her mouth she pushed her plates forward a bit and put an arm up on the table to prop her head on. She watched Ginny eat for a few more seconds as if looking to be sure that Ginny was really serious and then slowly, one at a time, little snorts of laughter began to bubble up out her mouth, transforming in loud throaty laughter. Pretty soon she was nearly howling, creating a bit of commotion even for the opening feast.
"AHAHA! Oh my gosh, you!" snorts and giggles, a few gasping breaths and then, "You actualliiieeeeHEEEHEEEHEE, Oh! You seriously thought-" She paused again to grab at her sides at her eyes watered and then pounded her hand once on the edge of the thick wooden table. Slowly she got a grip on herself as she saw Ginny beginning to laugh just because of how funny Deirdre looked shaking and gasping for breath as she howled. They got a few strange looks, but all in all, it went hand in hand with the rest of the raucous activity going on at Gryffindor table.
A few minutes later she was almost ready to talk sense. "You seriously thought that Zabini was gay? Ginny, Blaise was probably giving prostitutes in Amsterdam LESSONS when you were teaching yourself how to use a tampon."
Ginny gave her a look clearly stating 'I doubt that', and dug almost ferociously into her pudding, one of the last on the table. Deirdre grinned.
"Okay, so maybe I'm exaggerating a little bit, but I mean you have to understand. In pureblood circles on the Continent and in the London club cirquit he's almost a legend. One, he's spent at least a summer in every major wizarding hub or muggle party city in Europe and a few elsewhere thanks to his Mum and her… I dunno can we call it an occupation? I mean I'm pretty sure she falls halfway between trophy wife and hired hit man, and you could consider both a job, technically." Deirdre smiled fondly at this new thought and then upon seeing Ginny's quizzical look, continued.
"Well here's the story. Boleyn's a pretty big name in England, and well-known outside of it, but we've been a mix of muggle and wizarding for quite a while. I've got really prestigious muggle and purebood in me. So we obviously go to a bunch of parties and get shown around a lot of pureblood social circles, although my family doesn't travel in the ones the dark England families travel in. On the continent there aren't just dark and light pureblood families, you know. There're ones like mine. Old families that don't mind mixing with muggles and practice whatever kind of magic in whatever line of work we go into, or marrying more money or something. Basically, those are the kinds of circles the male Zabini is known in. Except his are more tailored towards, screw thinking about beliefs it's the summer and I'm going to get fucking wasted, blaze up a bit (pardon the pun), and spend as much of this vacation as I can partially or fully nude learning various new things such as wizarding vacation sports. So basically I suppose you're spot on except for the fact that you were deceived for a split-second by his pretty masculinity into thinking he may be gay. From what I've heard and sometimes seen he's got no problem with experimenting, though."
Ginny absorbed all that Deirdre said quickly. She was starting to wonder why Deirdre wasn't hanging out with her friends, rapidly deciding that she didn't much care and that this girl was too interesting to leave to the boring girls. She also was beginning to get the feeling that Deirdre was crucial to making her plan work. Ginny needed to understand the aspects of the richer pureblood family's lives outside of England. She knew that the less biased students were the ones whose families operated largely outside of England. She would need an understanding of that.
She was also developing what could easily become a bothersome interest into how much of what Deirdre said could be rumors and how much could be true. She'd have to check with the crowd she had met over the summer while bartending some clubs in London.
"So Deirdre, why haven't I seen you do more than wave a few times to your friends? I mean Luna and I get people wandering into our friendship to hang out with us two all the time, but it seems like you actually need some new people this year. People as in close friends, not just someone else to chat up sometimes." Ginny inquired carefully, trying not to offend her. Deirdre seemed pretty fun, but Ginny liked to hang out with people who were mature and aware of what was coming soon, faithful people who wanted to be ready for the war. She didn't want to start thinking Deirdre was awesome if the girl was going to just drop two friends because they had picked up one of her ex-boyfriends at a club or something. She also had a feeling Deirdre was talking to her more because of who she herself was, and less because of who Ruth and Susie were.
'Luna can think I'm too paranoid all she wants, but I don't want to turn out like Harry's parents and the marauders did. Hell no, not me. I'm gonna prepare my friends so they don't crack under pressure, and at the very least I'm gonna get these kids all straightened out so there are more of us standing together than there are standing off to the side unwilling to support us all when the war comes.'
"Ginny, you still with me?" Deirdre asked, "Cause you look really determined all of a sudden and a little bit fierce."
"Er… sorry I'm just thinking about friends and leaving people behind and meeting new people and all that. Second to last year at Hogwarts and all… So you were saying?" Ginny smiled, embarrassed at losing focus on the conversation.
Deirdre pulled her hair down agitatedly and ran a hand through it in exasperation. "It's not much really. It's just that I feel as if they haven't changed at all in two years. They talk about the same shit every day. I don't want to undermine what's important to them, but I know what's coming. I don't want to feel sad for some muggle family or squib that gets attacked and then forget about it the next day just because I don't like feeling a little bit uncomfortable or upset. I think it's ok to grieve for each death, it's ok to be mature about this even though we don't have to be. I know you realize this so I'm here talking to you. And I was always like that a little bit, but I grew up a little more this summer. Someone pushed me to not only read about current events but consider how they could impact me, and other countries even. Maybe I'll get sick of being aware, I don't know, but I feel like this year I'm old enough to talk to you. Last year you were sort of intimidating, so aware of what Harry Potter and your brother and our newest Head Girl were going through. Sometimes I'd see you talking with Granger and I knew you were helping her out, sifting through rumors in the school for her or something. But, hell, I'm am a Gryffindor! ... and I felt like talking to you this year, so here I am."
Ginny smiled at her, genuinely touched that the girl would think so highly of her. "I don't do all that much really. But you're coming in at a good time. I'm finely getting off my ass, or getting my ass off the Ravenclaw boys's laps really, to do something interesting." Her smile turned a little wicked and Deirdre's happy face melted into one of caution. "The best part is we'll be making a profit and probably getting boyfriends out of it too! God I love my life, and Fate, and I'm pretty sure Fate likes me, too. I'm always hearing about how Destiny's a bitch, you know, but I think that's why we get along." She grinned and stood up as Hermione called out for people to start heading up to Gryffindor. Holding out a hand, she said, "So Deirdre, I think I should just say: welcome to the team, you seriously don't know what you're getting into."
Looking only slightly apprehensive 'Bully for her', Deirdre took the hand, her golden eyes crinkling in pleasure as she responded, "Don't you mean what you've just recruited me for?"
Linking her arm in Deirdre's as she waved bye to Luna and some other Ravenclaws Ginny said happily, "Why of course I do, but you also have no idea what you'll be doing. Just what you're getting out of it. Which should be enough for you, actually."
A surprised drawl interrupted their friendly banter. "Weasley female, that comment was surprisingly Slytherin of you. I'd be impressed if I weren't disgusted at your blatant dealings. In front of first-years too, tsk tsk. This isn't some Parisian red light district, or the kind of ghetto you may have grown up selling yourself in, Weasley. Try to pretend you have some class and stop trying to hire new girls for your business right in front of impressionable young minds, won't you?"
Ginny turned slowly, moving one arm to rest an elbow on Deirdre's shoulder, the other hand on her hip. She lounged on the girl in an aggressive and athletic pose before she responded.
"Rough summer, Malfoy? You seem a little high-strung, poor thing." She smiled in an almost friendly manner, as if inviting him to speak. Her voice was light and casual, completely non-confrontational, the words something Parkinson might have simpered at him.
There was an almost awkward pause as Malfoy frowned. He moved to turn away, assuming that he had come out on top when Pansy grabbed his arm and clung to it in a needy fashion, blurting out "I would think you'd be the one having the rough summer. You know, since you spent so much of it on your back. Are you moving on to Gryffindor girls now that you've used up your Ravenclaw clients? Or does your Ravenclaw slut not want to sell herself alongside you anymore, so you're looking for new employees? You must need someone new, as I'm sure all the boys are tired of the same old toy, even at your prices."
Ginny narrowed her eyes and pulled herself up to her full height of five-ten, a good three inches over Pansy. 'The 'Ravenclaw slut' must mean Luna… what a pathetic insult, way too long. The girl commits like a hungry pitbull, what a simple bitch'. She could hear people holding back her brother as he tried to get through to see what was going on. He obviously couldn't have heard what Pansy said or he'd have thrown them all off and come charging through instantly. 'Well thank you, Fate, for small favors… poor girl must have brothers too.' Thoughts done racing, Ginny answered before Pansy could so much as smirk in celebration.
"You know Pansy, darling, I'd tell Malfoy here to try and turn to you for comfort in these 'many-a troubled times' as the Headmaster calls them, but he's pretty much used you right up, hasn't he? What do you do for him now? You aren't good for a witty comment, you can't lug things around, and he's never exactly carried you across the threshold or into the sunset, you simple thing. You can't even stand around looking pretty on his arm, not with a nose like that. Really dear just use your own money on it. He'll never marry you if he's got to pay to fix you. And we all know money is the only thing that keeps a Parkinson slinking around." She stepped closer so she wouldn't be heard by any teachers that may be milling around outside the crowd of students. Pansy, whitening in fear or anger, released Malfoy and stepped forward to meet her, but Ginny wasn't done yet. "How many boys did you have to blow to get those pretty little earrings Pansy? Don't pin your indiscretions on me just because your body won't fit the contract requirements for a pureblooded trophy wife." With the final crushing verbal blow delivered, and Tom Riddle's advice once again proving invaluable, Ginny turned to Malfoy and changed subjects rapidly, "Your shoes are from Vetemente Magique's fall line. I didn't think they were selling them yet."
He looked at her and said cautiously, "They aren't, Weasley."
"Impeccable taste, Malfoy. They're quite sassy." Ginny smirked as his eyes narrowed slightly in confusion and Pansy's mouth dropped open as the cow assumed Ginny was hitting on "Her Man". The redhead pivoted, tugging Deirdre away by the arm. As she walked away the crowds parted to let her leave and she swore she saw Zabini lauding her with silent golf claps. The teachers, seeing the crowds dissipate, left the situation alone, relieved to see that it was only Ginny and Malfoy involved, nowhere near as volatile a combination as Ron and a Slytherin, or Harry and Malfoy.
Ginny was immediately accosted by her brother and his best friends. Unless Hermione really was his girlfriend by now, Ginny still couldn't really tell… they had blurred the line to a ridiculous extent this past summer.
"Ginny!! What happened?" He asked loudly, yanking her closer by the shoulder as if to check her over for injuries.
"Honestly Ron, relax, I'm fine. We really just exchanged words. That bint," she cut herself off at the look Hermione gave her, "I mean that cow Pansy simply blew things right out of proportion and forced the situation to get a little out of hand. Deirdre and I are going up. Really, Hermione I think you're needed over there. I'll go take the firsties to the room if you give me the password."
That said, the Trio went rushing off and Ginny, doing her duty as a prefect, led the first-years to the Fat Lady.
Greeting the portrait graciously Ginny announced clearly, "David Copperfield" and the entrance swung open as the Fat Lady wondered loudly how long she'd have to open to such a dull password.
That night Ginny and Deirdre didn't get much of a chance to talk thanks to the other two girls in the room. They exchanged some brief words in the bathroom. Deirdre expressed her slight envy and overall case of glee at Ginny's public dressing-down of Pansy.
"Seriously, Gin, if I know Theo Nott he will absolutely refuse to let that go. He loves shoving it in her face when people tell her what they really think of her. He does it all the time and he goes absolutely GIDDY when people back him up. It's the one thing he and his brother always agree on. He doesn't always get to mock her at school. Draco usually keeps her around for her rabid loyalty, and so I've heard that it isn't really a good idea to insult her. After all out of Crabbe, Goyle, and Millicent she's the smartest, although granted, that's not really saying much. Oh and you have to tell me what that thing with Malfoy was about." Deirdre stopped there as she finished up brushing her teeth and headed out back into the dorm room. "G'night!"
"Night…" Ginny paused in her preparations as Deirdre left, considering the girl's words. 'Hmm… if I know Theo Nott, she said?… Wow, this girl is not who I thought she was. And to think I never knew she could be interesting. It's very cool that she isn't bothered by my run of the Raven boys last year… although considering her ancestors' history…
A/N: if your confused here look up Anne Boleyn… Anne Boleyn was one of the King of England's wives, started out as his mistress sort of, the mother of Elizabeth I (accused of being a witch). Her cousin was the King's mistress before her (both were Boleyns)
And she's damn helpful too. I mean I knew that most of the stinking rich kids were in Slytherin, but the fact that there was an international and England-centered crowd completely skipped my notice. That would explain why some are so aggressive and others obviously don't give a flying fuck about the local politics. Hah, and it looks like my suspicions about Malfoy are correct as well. With a war coming up and Voldemort back, he turns to clothes to keep himself comforted? Hah, I think I'm gonna like this year.'
DAS ENDE of chapitre dos. or something.