Received a bit of a response to the first chapter, so as promised:
Here is Chapter 2! Enjoy!
"Up and at 'em!" Marley yelled cheerfully as she threw open Lexa's curtains. She had gotten to the dorm a lot later than the other girls the night before due to choir, but that didn't stop her from being her typical cheery self.
It appeared, however, that this time she was outdone. Lexa's bed was empty.
"Beauxbatons requires students to be up at six," Lexa informed Marley. She came out of the bathroom fully dressed and with her usual air of grace about her.
"Right."
Marley moved to her next target with no mercy. She ripped open another set of curtains.
"Go away," the brunette groaned.
Kendall covered her eyes to block the light from the fixtures.
The window revealed that the water of the Black Lake was a brighter shade of green in the morning, but not enough to wake any one up. Fortunately, the lights compensated, or rather unfortunately, if you were Kendall in the morning.
"Merlin, do you ever look bad?" Kendall continued to grumble as she spotted Lexa. The guilty girl's cheeks turned slightly pink.
"Coming from you," Marley retorted as she opened her own trunk and Kendall gave them a signature roll of her eyes. "Where is the gremlin and her disciples?"
Lexa and Kendall followed Marley's gaze to the empty beds.
"Zey left. In quite a bit of 'urry actually," Lexa answered with a laugh. Kendall smirked.
"Tell you on the way to breakfast," She told Marley after noticing her friend's confusion.
The girls proceeded to swiftly finish getting ready and rushed down to the Great Hall for some food.
"Finally," Will called as the three of them sat across him and Maxon. The Slytherin table was virtually empty except for a few First Years and Kendra and her gang. The latter sat at the far end of the table casting dirty looks at the fellow Fifth Years.
"Good morning to you too," Kendall retorted. "Normal people like to sleep; just so you know."
"Professor Slughorn has already passed out the time tables," Maxon informed the girls as he handed out theirs.
"Bloody hell, double History of Magic on the first day back and Transfigurations with Gryffindor. I think I am going to be sick. This morning is off to a rough start," Kendall growled.
The others silently agreed and began comparing their Time Tables for the rest of the week. Lexa was excited to find out that they would all have Care of Magical Creatures together, but slightly disappointed that only Marley and Maxon had Arithmancy with her and only Kendall and Maxon had Study of Ancient Runes. Will had opted for Divination as his second additional course, to Lexa's displeasure, but Lexa was in fact thrilled that Maxon took a third like her and their schedule matched perfectly, except for Artful Magic, which he had no interest in.
"The post is here!" Marley announced around a mouthful of food. Had it not been for the arrival of hundreds of owls flying into the room none of them would have understood their friend.
Lexa looked on excitedly as letters were dropped before them by all sorts of owls. The Daily Prophet was released before her and she picked it up to begin reading.
"Four Muggle attacks in the past week," Marley spotted over her friend's shoulder, after swallowing her food. "Ten dead!"
Lexa watched as Will and Kendall both shared a gloomy look. When Will nodded to some unspoken question the blonde grew curious.
Before she could wonder aloud, the group was interrupted.
"Serves them right!" A well-built Slytherin with buzzed, pitch-black hair announced. He arrived with two others in tow.
By now students were streaming into the Great Hall, an hour remained for Breakfast.
"A pleasure as usual, Avery," Marley sighed sarcastically. "Snape, Mulciber," she added in acknowledgement to his company and they nodded to her.
"I knew you'd miss me, Marley," Avery stated smugly, as he took a seat beside her. His friends followed suit, sitting down beside Will on the opposite side.
"Like a thorn in my side." Marley sweetly smiled on.
"Is Avery hitting on you again, Marley?" Came another guy with his friend dutifully trailing him. He squeezed in between Will and Mulciber.
"When is he not?" Will complained. "Good to see you Evan. How was your summer?"
"Eventful to say the least. My father's been promoted, if you know what I mean. One more year of this hell hole and I'll be right there with him," The boy answered with a smirk and a nasty glint to his eyes. His black orbs shifted to Lexa. She watched as he fought the cloud that her charm cause. She was impressed with his slight success. "I hear you sassed the Abbotts. 'Bout time someone did. Guess you gave June a nasty shock." His tone wasn't hostile, and the smile still played at his lips, so Lexa decided it was harmless banter. She feigned surprise.
"You are kidding? We simply 'ad a chat! How strange," Lexa answered coyly. Kendall laughed along with Marley, who had been filled in during their walk.
At the sound of her voice the new boys of the table turned to her abruptly. The blonde tried not to fidget under their stares.
"An accent," the boy who had been with Evan noted. "French?" Lexa nodded in confirmation. "Call me Wilkes, by the way."
"I like that. A girl with an accent is sexy," Evan announced with a cheeky grin and, despite his obtuse behavior, Lexa blushed.
"Pretty sure you think everything is sexy," Kendall remarked, and Evan fixed her with a dirty look.
"Well, can't say I am a fan of bitches, so that rules you out," Evan retorted.
Kendall chucked a roll of bread at him and laughed.
"Oh, sod off!"
The scene earned a few laughs from the group and they continued with their friendly banter until the Fifth Years had to leave for History of Magic and Evan and Wilkes for N.E.W.T. Level Potions.
Lexa couldn't decide whether she wanted to cry or die all throughout History of Magic. Professor Binns was a ghost and beyond boring to-boot.
Kendall and Lexa occupied tables in the back-left corner and Maxon and Will were only a row before them. For most of the period Kendall and Will had been sending paper airplane notes to each other and occasionally had a laugh sending them flying at Maxon's back. Marley had spotted a friend in Ravenclaw from the Frog Choir at the start of class and was currently sitting in the front row with her.
Once again, Lexa tuned Professor Binns out as he continued on about the Giant Wars they would cover soon.
She sighed in contempt; this was review from before she even had a wand at Beauxbatons.
The rest of the day was just as much review as the first lesson for Lexa and the only upside was the favor she won with the teachers for knowing most of the course work.
Transfiguration with the Gryffindor house was not as bad as the others had made it out to be. In fact, the only notable experience was Professor McGonagall telling off a group of boys from her own house for goofing off.
The highlight of Lexa's day was by far Artful Magic though.
"Seraphina Warbeck, Evangeline Fiddledock, Cyan Edgecombe, Rufus Wildervon… To name a few of the great," the teacher started. He was perched on the edge of his desk at the front of the class. Lexa sat with the other students in a semi-circle around him, their easels before them. She found herself immediately captivated by him and wondered if this was what her charm felt like to others.
Lexa was surprised at his age- he was definitely no older than twenty-five- which was evident in his looks. He had a slight bush of a beard and dark hair about the length of his shoulders, but the feature that proved his youth were his soft, open eyes that seemed permanently eager. As the chocolate almonds settled on her he seemed momentarily caught off guard. He continued on after a slight pause.
"Good afternoon, quite the turn out I see," he quipped sarcastically. There were only eight students in the class. Three guys and four girls, not including Lexa. "Now tell me, what is so special about the 'greats' I mentioned," his eyes roamed the class before lingering on the half-Veela once more. He glanced down at the paper in his hands, then back to her. Lexa tried not to shirk away under his intense gaze. "Ms. Malfoy, perhaps you could enlighten us."
"Of course, Professor," she answered calmly despite the nervousness she felt with his eyes on her. It took her a moment to remember the names he'd mentioned before, due to her being so flustered. "Zey were considered extremists, even by wizard standards, because of zeir desire to capture scenes of what 'ad never been witnessed before."
As he set the paper down beside him on the desk and turned back to her with a raised eyebrow almost asking, "That is all you have to say?". Lexa could hear a few giggles from the two girls to her left. She refused to let her cheeks color pink even as he crossed his hands and gestured for her to continue. "Rufus Wildervon, for example, painted a werewolf's behavior on a full moon and accomplished such with complex tracking processes; Seraphina Warbeck raised dragons to 'ave a clear understanding of zer be'avior; Edgecombe toured Azkaban for 'is collection; and Fiddledock charmed Muggle artifacts for animated processes and 'er experiments- although 'er source of Artful Magic led to 'er untimely death."
The small nod of approval he gave her irritated her to no end. She had likely just summarized his lesson for the day and that was all he had to offer? His dismissive nature towards her was something she wasn't used to experiencing.
"Now, who can tell me who Alex Ryder is?" The smirk that rose to the professor's face was telling and she rolled her eyes. Unfortunately, it was noticed. This time Lexa did turn bright red.
"Did you have something to add, Ms. Malfoy?" His smirk stayed put and Lexa wanted to wipe it off his face so badly.
"Just zat I 'ave not 'eard of 'im. Must be an amateur. Professor?" She asked as she took in the knowing look on his face.
"I am Professor Ryder, Ms. Malfoy."
Lexa had to hold back the grin that dared to arise. Half the class, well, four others, gasped.
"I was right, then?" Lexa continued coyly. She didn't know why she was daring to speak to a professor in such a way, but she enjoyed the smile that sat on his face.
"I am afraid so," he admitted humbly. "Now as I was saying class: 'The Greats'…"
The rest of the class continued with Professor Ryder's casual banter between students and by the end Lexa could tell she wasn't the only girl smitten. As she walked out the door she desperately wished to spend another hour in there with him, though she didn't pick up a brush once.
As the class exited the room, Lexa was surprised to see two girls swarm her.
"Well, he certainly couldn't take his eyes off of you! Merlin, that man attractive," announced a striking brunette who looked to be a fifth or sixth year Ravenclaw. The girl beside her was likely a sixth year from the same House and she rolled her eyes almost as effectively as Kendall could. "Elsie Wellstone, this is Drina Morgenstern," she added introductions as an afterthought. She waved a manicured hand and the blonde friend tossed up a hand for a halfhearted wave.
"No surprise there, no guy has been able to take their eyes off her since dinner," Drina decided.
"Is that jealousy I sense?" Elsie jested and Drina's cheek flushed.
"A little, you twat," Drina admitted with a laugh. "If it were me he was paying attention to like that, well, let's just say I'd make something happen."
"Anyone in their right mind would," Elsie agreed. "Don't you think Lexa?"
The two girls finally turned back to the source of their conversation and Lexa tried not to let her cheeks turn pink.
"Of course," she agreed quickly. Maybe a little too quickly.
…
The rest of the first month continued as such. Lexa attended class by day, spent her afternoons studying in the library with either Maxon, Marley, or sometimes even all four of her closest friends. Lexa's nights consisted of Slug Club, a group dinner that occurred weekly and was hosted by the Potions professor, Professor Slughorn; sitting through Will and Kendall's Quidditch practice, they made the team as a Beater and Chaser, respectively; and her favorite pass time: painting in the art classroom alongside Professor Ryder.
"Beautiful, Lexa," Professor Ryder praised. She had just finished a particularly challenging piece of art. He had taken to calling her by her first name after class and she had to admit that she loved the way he said it.
They had eaten dinner in his classroom to give her time to finally finish the painting she had been working on the past two weeks. The two of them had been there for several hours alternating between eating dinner, painting, and discussing all things art. Unfortunately for her though, Lexa found that she enjoyed his company a little too much.
"Thank you, Professor-"
"Alex, remember? Just call me Alex after class, no need for formalities when it's just us," he corrected. Lexa worked to keep her breath stable as he focused his soft brown eyes on her.
"Yes, right, of course, Prof- Alex."
The grin he gave her when she said his name was dazzling. She could swear he heard the hitch in her breath due to the following smirk that graced his features. Lexa quickly reverted her gaze back to the, now, moving artwork before her. It featured a phoenix catching fire and being reborn from the ashes. The pink of her cheeks no doubt gave away her embarrassment. The professor's smirk held.
"Oh, I almost forgot. I've been meaning to show you for a while…" Professor Ryder started suddenly before grabbing hold of her hand and leading her up into his office in the back corner of the room.
Lexa could swear he was trying to mortify her and her cheeks were now flaming red. Still, she took in the feeling of his slightly rough hands that almost engulfed her own and more than willingly followed him up. As he dropped her hand to shuffle through a collection of canvases he had stacked against the wall, Lexa was more than a little disappointed. But she took this time to study him further.
She started with his smooth hair that looked like it'd be soft to the touch, before trailing the rest of his body with her eyes. The muscles beneath his fitting t-shirt bulged, making her wonder if he wore such a shirt on purpose.
The blonde corrected herself. There was no one here he was trying to impress, even if Lexa wished otherwise.
As he reached farther along the line of canvases she noticed black ink on his forearm trying to escape from his short sleeve and curiosity almost got the better of her. Her hand reached out to move his sleeve back.
Almost an inch away, she realized the inappropriateness of such a situation and jerked her hand back to her side.
Before she could get caught doing something else just as reckless, she began to study the room. A much safer course of action. The walls were covered in paintings and sketches, clearly all done by him in a moment of inspiration. There was not a single spot of white anywhere to be seen, even between the different concentrations he chose. If Lexa hadn't been so eager to focus on him she would've spent hours in there examining the different styles he used. Instead she turned back to watch him search for another moment and bit her lip in anticipation as he finally pulled one from the stack.
Prof- Alex's eyes held the same excitement that was there when she saw him the first lesson and she couldn't help but smile in return. As if waiting for that sign, he flipped around the canvas and presented it to her.
Lexa lost her ability to breathe for a moment.
It was her.
He had painted her. A dainty blonde stood amidst a meadow of beautiful blooming daisies.
For a moment Lexa was worried about crying, tears even rose to her eyes at the sight of such beauty, but she quickly composed herself. She dared herself to look up into Alex's brown orbs.
"Is that me?" She asked tentatively for confirmation. Alex gave her a weary nod. Lexa smiled a most dazzling smile that left him speechless.
She watched as he set the painting gently on to the floor and began to step towards her. Lexa stomach jumped to her throat as his proximity increased.
While staring into her eyes less than a foot away, he brushed a strand of hair behind her hear. "You are so, so incredibly beautiful," he breathed out and Lexa died right then and there.
"Professor- I- I mean… Alex?"
In less than a second Professor Ryder had pulled Lexa in to meet his lips for a too-short kiss. He quickly pulled back to see her reaction and she watched the visible relief that flooded through him. Alex had noticed the blissful fire in her eyes.
The two were on each other in an instant. And it had been Lexa who had closed the gap.
…
Over a week had passed since Alex and Lexa had broken the standard rules between a student and professor. And, despite Lexa's guilty conscious, she still continued to meet with him after lessons. She tried not to think of all that though as she sat in the library with her favorite group of four: Marley, Maxon, Kendall, and Will.
"First Quidditch Match of the season is coming up soon," Will announced feigning a nonchalant attitude. The excitement in his bright green eyes gave him away, though.
"Too bad it's Hufflepuff and Gryffindor. That game is enough to make anyone sick. Who are we supposed to cheer for anyways? The Bludgers?" Kendall complained and Will and Maxon laughed.
It hadn't taken Lexa long to learn the way of things at Hogwarts: the division of the houses was blatantly clear in the color schemes; contrasting personalities were evident in the duels that took place in the hallways; and very rarely did one House support the success of another. The conversation at hand was only a small example of that.
Nevertheless though, Lexa enjoyed the solitariness of each House. Most members of Slytherin had the traits she admired: they were cunning and blunt. To her, Ravenclaws could only be know-it-alls, Gryffindors were always too determined to boast about the tiniest of achievements, and Hufflepuffs were way to stuck on the feelings of others and thus couldn't get anything done. Slytherins, too, suffered their own flaws, but none that were intolerable to her.
"Hufflepuff?" she suggested, thinking of Marley's friend from choir.
"Gross!" Will complained.
"Oh, come off it!" Marley retorted with a giggle. "Penny Gridlock is a Hufflepuff Chaser this year. We will be cheering for her."
Lexa watched as Kendall and Will shared a look of confusion with each other and she mouthed, "Choir", to them as they opened their mouths to ask.
"Right, yeah… Or- now I'm just spitting out ideas here- we could 'boo' both teams. Talk about equality for all," Kendall laughed.
"Brilliant!" Will high-fived her and Marley let out a groan of frustration before focusing her eyes on Lexa and Maxon.
"You'll support Hufflepuff with me, right?"
"Marley," Kendall started condescendingly, "if Maxon Mason ever attends a Quidditch Match, I will cheer Gryffindor on with you." The tiny brunette swatted Kendall's arm in retaliation and Lexa and Will laughed as their friend rubbed the soon to be sore spot.
"What about you Lexa? Please, for me," Marley practically begged. Lexa glared at Maxon. He, at least, had the decency to look apologetic.
"Do not give me zose puppy eyes Marley, zat is not fair," Lexa complained. "You know I would go if I could, but-"
"But you're spending time with your secret boyfriend," Marley finished with a groan.
"I do not 'ave a-"
"Save it. We know you don't have a secret boyfriend, but come on, when are you going to spill about shagging Professor Ryder?"
Lexa turned beet red despite knowing Kendall only meant it as a joke.
"What!" Will exclaimed and Maxon looked just as surprised.
Marley smacked her head in exasperation.
"Aren't you supposed to be the smart one Max? It was a joke, Will," Kendall sighed.
"Boys," Marley added like it was an explanation and the girls nodded in agreement.
Lexa inwardly let out a sigh of relief as her friends' attention drifted back to their 'work' from before: Marley continued with her doodles, Kendall resumed building a paper airplane, and the boys picked up that day's paper. She, in turn, picked up her book on plants.
If they only knew how close they were to the truth, she thought to herself.
"Bloody hell," Will breathed only moments later. The girls looked up from their tasks for an explanation. Maxon turned the paper around for them, giant letters were plastered across its front:
Muggle Massacre
"Right outside London with almost twenty Muggles dead," Maxon debriefed.
"It's the fourth attack this week!" Drake exclaimed before dropping to a whisper, "And, of course, it's believed to be done by You-Know-Who's accomplices. This one is said to be a result of a werewolf attack. It's definitely getting worse out there. I mean just look at those people."
The three girls glanced down to the pictures below, so generously provided by the article's author. The before and after shots of the people tore at their hearts and the results of the scene of the attack were devastating. Marley let out a gasp beside her. Kendall wasted no time flipping the paper over.
"That's messed up-" Kendall started to growl.
"Definitely messed up. I can't believe you all did not think to invite me to your little study sesh. Don't tell me you forgot about the hottest guy in Slytherin," Avery intruded before plopping into a seat beside Kendall.
"I didn't know we had another new student," Kendall retorted. "Where is he?"
Will snorted at the joke and kept the grin for a moment.
"Ha ha, quite the comedian, aren't you Rowle? It's okay, I like it when you play hard to get."
Kendall's signature eye-roll was the only answer he got, but Lexa noticed Will's clenched fists. She met his eye with an inquisitive look and he attempted to recover from his slip by shoving his hands under the table.
"Thought you'd be in detention," Maxon butted in to change the subject and Lexa was surprised by his awareness. The lot of them looked to Avery for an explanation.
"Don't remind me," Avery growled, "Delaney Duncan is lucky Professor McGonagall arrived to save her arse or I would've-"
"You would've what?" Kendall demanded, but Marley threw a hand over her mouth to stop her from yelling and drawing Madame Pince over.
"There is no thanks necessary for starting on that mud-blood," Avery added with a tentative look in Kendall's direction.
"Thanks?!" Kendall exploded. "What were you thinking? You're lucky you weren't expelled! What is wrong with you?"
The two quickly jumped into an argument with Avery throwing words like "deserved it" and "disgrace" out there and Kendall retaliating with "git", "slime-ball", and "arse".
"Well, that's my cue to leave," Will muttered to the rest of them and rose from his spot.
"Wait! I'll join you, I told Penny I'd meet with her to go over the new charts for choir," Marley decided while gathering her belongings.
Within seconds of their departure, Maxon turned to Lexa and she knew what was coming.
"Question for Slughorn," he explained. At the sight of her resignation he added, "It was fun while it lasted. Hopefully they'll be done before midnight," Maxon gestured to the two still bickering, "and we can pick up where we left off in the Common Room."
"I 'ave a lesson with Professor Ryder, but I will see you in Ancient Runes tomorrow."
The two bid each other goodbye and Lexa tuned in to Avery and Kendall's hundredth argument this week.
"Can't you at least try to understand my situation? You need to-" the former pleaded.
"I don't need to do anything," Lexa's fiery friend retorted before standing, throwing her bag's strap over her shoulder, and storming out of the room with Avery following her in hot pursuit.
And then there was one, Lexa thought to herself. Deciding not to let the trip to the library go wasted, she figured it'd be best to get started on her essay for Defense Against the Dark Arts. She set off to search through the sections for a book on werewolves.
As she roamed the aisles Lexa thought about the "situation" they were all in. The first month had shown her where loyalties sat for students, and those loyalties, in fact, were a major source of House conflicts. Even a blind person could spot the rivalry between Slytherins and Gryffindors.
The mentality of those in the Gryffindor House was clearly one of hope and bravery, or maybe of just pure stupidity, as all of its members were ready to enlist in the war against You-Know-Who regardless of whether or not they were twelve and knew only one spell. Those in Slytherin, on the other hand, were doing whatever necessary to survive. Her peers were truly suffering from the chaos and challenges forced upon them and their families by the darkness that was destined to rise.
"Looking for something?" A soft voice questioned, breaking Lexa out of her reverie.
She looked up to meet the honey brown eyes of a very tired looking Gryffindor. Lexa paused at the sight of the faint scars on his face but snapped back to attention.
"A book on Lycanthropy," she started. The boy considered her seriously, but Lexa was used to staring. She continued on unperturbed, "A few months in now, and I still cannot find my way around ze library. 'ow am I supposed to write an essay, if I can't even find ze book?" She ended with a small laugh and the sandy-haired boy finally smiled in return.
"You're the transfer student I take it?" He connected. She confirmed it with a nod.
"Zat eez me, soon to be known as ze girl who could not finish a simple essay."
"Ah, I am sure you'll come up with something. Maybe charm a few blokes into writing it for you?" He teased. However, when the boy's amber eyes spotted the blonde's horrified expression, he immediately backtracked. "Not suggesting that you would- Only a joke-"
"Right, only teasing," she laughed after a moment. "But no, zat eez not my style."
At her confession, the poor Gryffindor sighed in relief.
"Right- Blimey, sorry about that. I'm Remus by the way. Remus Lupin."
"A pleasure, Remus. I am Lexa, but you probably already knew zat?"
His small smile rose again, and Lexa returned it.
"You would not 'appen to know where a book on werewolves might be, would you?" She tried. Remus's smile transformed and soon he was beaming at her.
"Yes, actually, I was considering starting my research essay as well and was just about to snag a few books for the topic. Need a study partner?"
"Zat would be wonderful!"
…
"Zis is the first new subject I 'ave learned at 'ogwarts," Lexa noted.
Remus had been extremely helpful in locating novels on werewolves and the two were soon sitting across from each other at an available table.
"I am so tired of reviewing!" Her new friend laughed with her. "It eez so refreshing to be reading about a new topic."
The boy only hummed his reply. Lexa took his easy demeanor as a good enough sign to share.
"Truthfully, I live for ze chance to study creatures with 'uman like qualities. Centaurs, werewolves, merpeople, and of course Veelas. Even though I am a 'alf-breed I can't help but feel ze connection." Lexa rambled on, unsure as to why she was opening up to such a new friend. "Sorry, carried away with my thoughts." She laughed.
Remus offered a reassuring smile.
"No, don't apologize. It is always nice to hear that someone takes an interest in a kind other than themselves." Lexa didn't miss the weight of his words. She knew a war was coming, and all because one species thought themselves to be above another.
Moving away from dark reflections, the rest of their time was spent laughing about ridiculous teachers and funny questions asked in class. When they were finally interrupted, Lexa had a crick in her side.
"Remus, there you are!"
Lexa watched a lean redhead scurry over to their table.
"Been looking for you! I was hoping we could go over the Potions work," the girl looked to her friend for a reaction. Remus however, turned to give Lexa an apologetic glance.
It was then that the girl finally realized she was interrupting something. Her gaze slid over to Lexa and her almond-shaped eyes widened.
Rarely was Lexa caught off guard by another's beauty, but the newcomer had stunning evergreen eyes.
"Oh, silly me, didn't even realize I was intruding." Surprisingly, the girl didn't give the blonde's green robes a second glance.
"No, no don't worry! It was I, zat intruded," Lexa confessed. "Remus was kind enough to 'elp me with an essay." She casually began packing her items. "Please, take my seat."
"You don't have to leave!" the sweet girl fretted, worried about being rude.
Remus nodded in agreement.
Lexa offered a soft smile to the two. "A' well, I must be meeting with someone shortly, so it eez not a problem! Per'aps another time?"
"Look forward to it," Remus finally spoke up happily.
The newcomer's eyebrows rose considerably, but she smashed her lips together to keep quiet.
"Wonderful," Lexa finished and left the two with a dazzling smile.
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