A/N: Hello, dear readers! Thank you so much for your support Sorry, this isn't the longest chapter, but I think its still good.
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Evolynn looked in awe around the cold, stony Slytherin common room. It gave off an ambiance of silver and green and it had a certain dark feel. There was no carpet on the floor, and the weak fire in the hearth was pretty much a joke.
It felt just like home.
Up a winding staircase, and down a short hallway, there was a door with a sign that read: First Year Girls. Tentatively, she pushed it open to find five faces staring at her. Among them was Trinity, but she was the only friendly-looking one there. All the others were either mean or just avoided her eyes as if they were afraid of her. Okay, she thought. Time to break the ice.
"Hey guys. I'm Evolynn. I know you guys," she said, gesturing to Aria, Trinity, and Caeley, "but I don't think I've met you two yet." No one answered. Instead she walked over to the girl with dark, curly hair. "I'm Evolynn. Who are you?" She rolled her eyes. "Caroline Ravenhourst."
Alrighty then. The other girl snorted. She had light brown hair- not as light as Caeley's but not as dark as Caroline's. "Is something funny?" asked Evolynn. These girls were starting to get on her nerves. The girl smirked.
Count to ten. Deep breaths, deep breaths. Slowly, she walked to the only available bed. It was between Trinity and Aria- thank God. Evolynn knew she wouldn't be able to stand it between any of the other ones. It had only been minutes and she couldn't stand most of these girls.
She should have known there'd be a catch. Of course Hogwarts couldn't be perfect.
Seeing that her trunk was already by her bed, along with several sets of Slytherin robes. There was also a Slytherin hat and scarf. Sighing, she sat down on her bed. The curtains were so tempting. How she wanted to close herself away from the world- from all the people who apparently didn't have anything better to do with their lives than whisper about how strange she was.
The girl who hadn't answered the simple question of what her name was spoke up unexpectedly. "I heard you fainted when the Dementors came on the train. Is that true?" Obviously the remark was aimed toward Evolynn. Who else would actually faint at a little thing like a Dementor?
"I'm not going to answer your question until you tell me what your name is," was her remark. With another eye roll, the unpleasant girl said, "It's Stella. Stella Miller. Now, why did you faint?"
"Oh, well, I'll just tell you, because I totally did it on purpose!" she said sarcastically. This was getting to be too much. Evolynn was regretting being placed in Slytherin more and more by the second. But when she looked over at Trinity, she had a slight ray of hope. At least one person here cared about her. Evolynn smiled back. With a flip of black hair that beautifully displayed her red streaks, Trinity flopped down onto her bed with a heaving sigh. The other girls barely noticed; they were too engrossed with Evolynn and sniggering about her.
Later that night, around midnight, Evolynn decided that trying to fall asleep was pointless, so she got up and walked down to the common room. Its stony darkness reminded her of home, plus, she was tired of being in those horrible girls' presence. As she sat there, she wondered what Mitzi, the house elf at home, was doing. She must be utterly lost without her and Severus to cook for. Poor thing. The two of them (Evolynn and Mitzi) had become good friends; they had passed many hours in the kitchens last year. Mitzi had even taught Evolynn how to cook a few things.
A pang of homesickness hit her in the gut when she thought about that cold, uninviting house that she now loved. She missed her desk, her bookshelves, and Severus' bookshelves that she technically was forbidden to use but she did anyway. She missed her uncharacteristically girly canopy bed. She missed the shabby furniture in the living room, the threadbare rugs that you could find anywhere you looked in the house. She missed the parlor in the back of the house that was where their Christmas tree had been. She had had a whole two years there- but they had gone by too fast for her liking.
The sound of footsteps made her jump up off the sofa she had been sitting on. Expecting a teacher, she whirled around in horror. But it was someone else- Draco Malfoy.
"What are you doing here?" she hissed.
"What are you doing, Potter?" he sneered, obviously mocking her. He arrogantly went around to the back of the couch and hopped over the back instead of sitting like a normal person. He patted the seat as a gesture for her to sit down.
She ruefully sat down next to him, trying to ignore the fluttering feeling in her stomach. Scooting to the other side of the sofa, she tried to make it look like she hated his guts. If only she was a good enough actress.
"What do you want, Malfoy?" He scoffed as if at her idiocy.
"Well, I just wanted to make sure you didn't start to hang around with the wrong people. I frankly don't approve of that Blackterra girl. I don't know why she was put into Slytherin." His self-appointed superiority was almost humorous.
"Wait- you don't approve of Trinity? Since when do you get to pick out my friends, Malfoy? Why do you even care?" Now it was her turn to scoff.
He focused his gray eyes on her green ones. He wasn't really sure why he cared, actually. He hated her for making him feel this way about her. He hated anyone who made him feel affection. But somehow this girl, this kid did it. She was two years younger than him, and obviously hated him, but he promised himself that one day, she would love him. He had plenty of time, though. She was only eleven, he only thirteen. He had to put these thoughts out of his head.
At his lack of reply, she huffed and crossed her arms. "Goodnight, Malfoy." She practically stomped up the stairs. It was a surprise she didn't wake the whole of Slytherin house.
Yep. Definitely still a kid. Enough sappy stuff for one night. Draco followed suit and went back to bed too.
