The next morning, breakfast is quiet. Draco is not saying a word, and, for once, Blaise and Eve have nothing to say at least until they get their schedules. The moment they get theirs, they look at their first class that Monday morning.

"Care of Magical Creatures?" Blaise exclaims disbelievingly.

"Ugh. With that brainless oaf, Hagrid," Draco complains.

"I hate to go outside in the mornings," Eve whines.

"Why just the mornings?" Blaise asks confused.

"I'm not a morning person. Plus, I have new shoes and it rained last night. Its all muddy and I don't want my brand new shoes soiled," Evelynn explains.

"When did you become such a girl?" Draco asks rudely.

"Apparently he's not a morning person either," Evelynn thinks. Either way, she snaps back at him because of her morning status.

"In case you haven't noticed, I am a girl. If you have a problem with it, tough! I'm going to get my books." She gets up and leaves grudgingly.

"I've noticed," Draco grumbles.

"I think you made her mad," Blaise observes, pointing out the obvious.

"You think?" Draco snaps at him.
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Evelynn walks out of the castle amongst her fellow Slytherins with her bag slung over her shoulder.

Two Slytherin girls pass. Her bag rips, she trips on the scattered books and the girls burst out laughing.

"Oh, shit." Those stupid girls hexed her bag and tripped her just because she's friends with Draco. . . again.

"Double shit," Evelynn says as she realizes that she landed in a giant mud puddle. Her robes, books, bag, and shoes are soaked.

She feels a tug on her legs and hears someone yell, "Whoa!"

"Three shits and I'm out." She turns to see even more books strewn around and a boy with golden hair laying face first in the mud. "I am so sorry."

"No," he says, getting up. "The fault was mine. I wasn't watching where I was going." He sits on his legs and wipes his face. Evelynn sees that the boy is new and about her age. He has shaggy blonde hair and beautiful turquoise eyes. "Let me help you with that." He grabs his books, her books and her purse. He repairs her bag and places her books inside. He cleans them off and sets them on a dry patch of earth. He stands up and offers his hand. Evelynn accepts and is lifted to a standing position. "You have amazing violet eyes," he compliments.

"Thank you. I'm Evelynn. Evelynn McKale and you are?"

"Dylan. Dylan Marvol. I just transferred here from Durmstrang. I'm a seventh year. You?"

"I'm a seventh year, also. So that explains why I haven't seen you around. What house are you in?"

"Slytherin. And you?"

"Wow. Are you sure you're a fellow Slytherin? Why so nice?"

"It's not kindness. It's helping out a very pretty girl," he explains slyly.

"I'm flattered, but I'm seeing someone."

"I'm looking at someone, too," he joked, checking her out.

"Funny," she notes. "Let's go. You are going to Care of Magical Creatures, right?" He nods. "We better get going then. We're already late for class."