Chapter Three
Stole Versus Terry
Terry recovered quickly, pulling his arm from her grasp.
"I didn't know they taught French at wizarding school," he retorted.
She smirked at him. "They don't. My parents sent all of us to a private school before we started here."
Terry studied her with renewed respect. She was still a Weasley-Malfoy, but he could easily see the beauty she would grow into. He knew enough about both the families to know she would break more than a few hearts given half a chance. Didn't mean he had to like her. But he made a mental note to stay out of her way when she started dating. If she took anything after her parents, she was sure to date him entirely out of spite and destroy his life in the process.
"My apologies. I wasn't aware there was an educated person among the ignorant masses here," He replied in perfect French.
"Of course there is," Said a strikingly pretty girl with Strawberry Patch's red blonde hair, coming up behind the girl. She was older, perhaps a year or so older than Terry himself. She was imediately joined by two replicas of herself, both grinning fiendishly at him as they surrounded what had to be their kid sister.
"Several of us, actually, but who's counting?" The one on the left quipped.
Terry eyed them all. He could see echoes of the three girls, who had to be triplets or something in the shorter girl. She would look much like them when she got to that age. He felt an ache somewhere over his heart and told it to shut up.
"Terry!"
Terry turned as Bonnie came running up, her braids bouncing.
He smiled at Bonnie as she skidded to a halt. A wicked look slid over her features as she took in the four others. "Oh, perhaps I should come back."
The youngest girl smiled beautifully and Terry was momentarily blinded by the brilliance of it.
"Not at all. My name is Stole Malfoy."
The older girls introduced themselves as Gia, Flynn and Kylie. Bonnie gushed over meeting them. The triplets, who Terry realized had to be Stole's older sisters, offered to introduce Bonnie around. Bonnie agreed, shouting over her shoulder for Terry to tell Yvette where she had gone.
Terry watched his sister leave, oddly relieved. He wasn't looking for friends here at Hogwarts but Bonnie needed people who enjoyed her.
He blinked suddenly to see the small girl hadn't left, but was now standing with her arms crossed and studying him.
"What?" He asked, indignantly.
She smiled at him, "You're new. A transfer, I'm guessing."
"Yeah, and you're a new kid. First years don't talk to upper classmen."
Stole laughed. "Bold words for someone with no friends and what appears to be a small family."
"You're new, how many friends do you have?" he retorted.
"I don't need friends. I have family."
Terry hated to admit it, but she was right. Half the school was related to her or friends with her relations.
He realized suddenly that making an enemy of her probably wasn't the best thing. At least not until he was sorted. If he managed to get sorted differently from her, it would be a different story. Then he could get away with just about anything. Especially if she managed to be one of the Slytherin Malfoys.
He was saved from further conversation when someone pushed past him, sweeping the girl up into his arms.
The person in question was almost six feet tall, with shaggy blonde hair that fell into his blue eyes. He was obviously a seventh year and achingly handsome. Terry imagined he could have his pick of girls. Why he was playing with this half pint, Terry could only guess.
"How's my little freckled love?"
Stole giggled from inside his arms. Terry watched them, thinking that they made a good couple.
"Lestat! You're horrible."
"It's what I'm here for!" the fellow, Lestat announced, grinning at Stole.
He suddenly seemed to notice Terry. With Stole still in his muscular arms, he turned to Terry. Terry felt suddenly insecure for some reason.
"Hello, who's this?"
Stole opened her mouth then faltered, realizing she didn't know his name.
Terry saved her, "Terrence Potter. Transfer from Beauxbaton."
Lestat grinned down at Stole. "Only here a few hours and you're already cheating on me?"
Stole blushed, "Don't be silly, Lestat."
Lestat laughed and set her down. "Just kidding you, Freckles. Go get changed. I'll see you at the the sorting ceremony."
Stole smiled and darted off. Terry found his eyes lingering on her as she disappeared and shook himself. He had no time for that.
Lestat smiled at him knowingly. "Don't worry, mate. Everyone falls under Stole's spell sooner or later. Now go get dressed."
(A/N: You will come to love Lestat and the triplets. Lestat is the son of Colin and Lavender.
