"Rex McLagen….Slytherin." My house stood and erupted into cheers. I politely clapped and smiled at the newest member causing him to blush and he took a seat next to Crabbe. Tiffany nudged me, "Now, now Vivian, don't make the little first years infatuated with you." I rolled my eyes, "Tiffany, don't be ridiculous," I scolded before turning my eyes back to the ceremony, I heard her giggle then she turned to talk to Millicent.
"Aden Myers…Gryffindor." There were muffled groans from our table; Draco leaned to me, "Wonderful, another pureblood wasted in Grffindorks." I gave him a stern look and silenced him, "After the ceremony." He groaned and mumbled, "Yes, mother." I inwardly chuckled and turned my attention to Dumbledore who was introducing a new member.
"I'm proud to introduce Dolores Umbridge, who will be your new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher, please welcome her warmly." I examined the toad-like woman; she had a plump face and body, her smile plastered cheesily on her face, and she was covered, head to toe in pink. Not that I minded the color, it was just hard to take it all in.
Dumbledore than signaled to start the feast and food appeared laid out on the table. I took my fair share and nibbled on the mash potatoes while Draco leaned over, again, to tell me something. "That Umbridge lady is a friend of the Ministry. My father says to get on her good side…or else. I'd heed her warning, girls." I chewed the thought over in my head, "A friend of the Ministry how?" He smirked, "As in a good friend. As in she is in the ministry." I nodded, "I'll keep that in mind." He smirked yet again and turned back to eat.
I felt a pinch in my side and slightly jumped. I turned to see Savannah, another one of my good friends. "Hiya, honey!" I felt my mouth break into a large grin, "Savannah, dear! How are you! I didn't see you at the party?" She squeezed between Pansy and I. "I know," she took a piece of bread from me, "my mum was there. I had to help my dad out at the Ministry."
Savannah's father worked at the Ministry in a high position. I'm not quite sure what he did, though and it'd be rude to ask. I nodded sympathetically, "Oh, next time." She nodded and sighed. "Savannah, did you get you hair done?" Her eyes lit up, "You noticed? Yeah, I did. You like it?" Before she had her long black hair chopped up to about her shoulders. Now it was layered and to mid chest. I reached out to feel one of the silky smooth strands, "Definitely," she smiled widely, "Anything else new?" She thought a moment when her eyes lit up, "Oh!" She motioned for me, Draco, Tiffany, and Blaise to come closer.
"When I was with my pa, you'll never guess what I found out," she glanced at us to make sure we were clearly listening, "Harry Potter used magic in the Muggle world," she waited as we collectively gasped and exchanged glances, "he claims its Dementors, the Ministry didn't buy it. He was almost expelled. Oh! And then he said," she slightly swallowed, "the Dark Lord has returned. Of course, they don't believe him."
Draco's icy blue eyes widened at every word, at first he seemed shocked, but his cool demeanor returned. "That's great for us. Potter looks like a loon; Umbridge is on our side. This will be a good year, mates." My lips curled upward at his words. This year would indeed be good.
I spared a glance at the rest of the houses. The Hufflepuffs were relatively quiet, keeping their business to themselves, the Ravenclaws were murmuring quietly, problem about some book, and the Gryffindors were in an uproar, as usual, yelling and shouting, it was rather obnoxious. I scanned the table and my eyes met with hazel ones, it was the Fred twin. He gave me a blank stare and I gave him one in return.
Savannah followed my gaze and when she saw who it was she frowned. Apparently, she mistook my empty stare for a glare and flipped him off. She turned to me and whispered, "Ugh, if he gives you problems…let me know." I smiled sweetly at her and told her I would. I glanced back at the Weasley boy, who was now glaring, and couldn't help but laugh a shake my head a bit.
Fred's POV
Finally, food! I reached for everything in site and ate rapidly. I heard Hermione click her tongue in disapproval. But, I didn't stop, nor did I care. Harry was telling Ginny something about the trial against the Ministry and George was flirting with Angelina.
I finally looked up to see the Slytherin table erupt into a burst of whispers. Harry ran his hand through his hair, one of his weird habits. "Bloody…" he whispered. Ron's head shot up, "What?" Harry pointed to the green table again, his finger directing toward an African American girl with layered dark hair.
"I saw her at the Ministry…she heard the whole trial…I bet she's telling the whole house!" I shook my head, stupid Slytherins. Couldn't keep their traps shut for more than a minute. "Don't worry, we'll protect you from those git," I said rather loudly, earning me a glare from Marcus Flint.
I looked back to the table and saw the Coxx girl scanning the room. Table by table her emerald eyes silently judging each house. Then she saw us. Her face scrunched up a bit, probably in disgust. Suddenly, her eyes locked with mine. I tried my best to remain stoic and upon seeing this she did the same. Suddenly, the snitch stepped in and flipped me off. I saw Coxx grin angelically, I mean…nicely, at the girl and nod at something she said. She returned her gaze to me and laughed while shaking her head, which made her curly hair bounce about.
She turned away and began a conversation with-ugh-Malfoy. She smiled and nodded, as if she was so into it. But she wasn't. Her eyes weren't there. Little Miss Prim and Proper maybe was a good actress but she sure as hell couldn't fool me. I grinned knowing this and went back to watching her.
And no…I don't consider this as stalking….this is more like examining my project. Yes, my project. I decided that little Miss Perfect was going to wake up and smell the dungbombs.