"Dragonfly!" Someone called over the din of the main hall, making Draco look up, and he grinned as he caught sight of a blond first year with curly ponytail rushing over to him.
"Lizzy." He greeted as she slid onto the bench beside him. Her hair had fallen mostly out of it's ponytail and she grinned at him before pulling the tie holding it completely out.
"Make your hair curl." She whispered, and to his surprise it bounced back into pristine curls. She slipped the tie over her wrist before folding her hands in her lap and, not much to his surprise, bowing her head to the table and whispering in some random language.
She had mostly stopped these last two days, but when he had first met Elizabetha she had spoken a variety a languages in every sentence, practically. He recognized some French, but most of it had remained foreign. She was still bowing to the table before each meal though, just as she had last night and this morning for breakfast, and when he took her to a pub in Diagon Alley after they met.
"What was that spell? I've never seen it." Blaise asked from across the table, and Elizabetha's eyes practically lit up.
"One of the prisoners at home, Nettle, was half pixie, and she taught me. Apparently she learned magic at a different school. She called it Watford. Actually, both her parents were half pixie, too. And if you liked that spell, watch this." She told them, before beginning to sing.
"Twinkle twinkle, little star, how I wonder what you are. Up above the world so high, like a diamond in the sky." Elizabetha hissed. He voice wasn't off tune, but it was so rough and rasping that the common children's rhyme sounded strange when she sang it. Draco was only just getting used to her voice.
A kick under the table made him look at Blaise, who further hinted at him to look up. He did, then poked Crabbe beside him, who also looked up, and further spread the word. Soon the entire Slytherin table was looking up, and other houses began to as well, trying to see what was up. In no time at all everyone on the great hall was staring up, at the night sky that had replaced the previously cloudy ceiling. But it wasn't just night. It was just space and stars. It seemed... closer. Like the stars were brighter. As Draco watched one of them flashed brighter then the rest and fell. Fell out of the painting, in fact, and zoomed towards Elizabetha, who was still repeating the chorus. "Twinkle twinkle little star, how I wonder what you are." She finished as it reached her, and the star exploded in a bright burst. Then she turned to them and smiled. "Like that."
"...Can you teach me?"
Harry watched with a scowl as the Slytherin table burst into cheers. Granted, extremely polite and dignified cheers, but cheers nonetheless. Did that girl, Elizabetha, just summon a shooting star?!
"Merlin, did you see that? Bloody hell, even I have to admit that was impressive!" Ron sputtered beside him, while Hermione gaped at the girl, her mouth a mile wide. She'd best close if she didn't want a fly to go in... too late. The bushy haired girl spat out the insect before giving him a wild look. Uh oh. He thought. 'Mione's going into rant mode.
"Harry! Did you see that?" She asked. No. No I did not. What did you see? Of course I saw!
"Yeah... what was that?" Ron answered for him, still staring at the Slytherin table.
"I don't know, but I'm going to find out." Came Hermione's reply.
Draco groaned as a Hermione Granger on a mission walked towards him. Or, actually, Elizabetha. Behind her trailed Potter and Weasley, as usual. And, further behind, to his surprise, another girl who he distantly remembered was from the sorting last night. A Ravenclaw, by the looks of her tie, with long blindingly blond hair and silvery eyes. Had they found another mindless follower? Granger came to a halt before Elizabetha, and Draco scowled.
"How did you do that?" Granger demanded, but Elizabetha didn't answer. Instead, she waved hello to the Ravenclaw.
"Tiens Mothy! Wanna go to the library? Draco's showing me where it is." Elizabetha told the girl as she walked closer, coming to a stop in front of him and slightly to the left, and she nodded slowly, dreamily. Elizabetha smiled. "Oh, goody! Dragonfly, this is Luna Lovegood!" She rasped, and Draco sneered. Partly because of the fact he would most likely be associating often with a Lovegood, of all people, in the future, and partly because of how increasingly upset Granger was becoming.
"Hey! I'm talking to you!" She finally snapped, and Elizabetha turned to her with a grin.
"Oh, yeah, you were, weren't you? Do you mind if I ask, what did you want again?" Draco could see the Weasley boy take a half step forward before Potter grabbed his shoulder, giving him a warning look. Granger looked ready to snap. Was Weasley really just going to attack a first year that easily?
"I wanted to know what you just did back there!" Granger said, and Elizabetha nodded.
"Oh, okay. Well, I sang Twinkle twinkle little star. Any other questions?" When there was lack of an answer she turned and left, dragging Luna and a grinning Draco with her.
She really liked the library, even if she only got to spend about half an hour there before her first class. She especially liked the restricted section, which had surprisingly little security.
Just kidding. There were too many witnesses to break into the restricted area now. She'd have to wait.
Elizabetha smirked as a blond man with a striking smile paced before the group of students. This time it was a group of mixed Gryffindors and Slytherins, and Elizabetha wondered why they ever mixed the two in class considering how often they fought. Plus, it was still morning. What were they thinking?
Ah, Lockhart... Elizabetha thought as the man paused, ready to speak. It shall be such fun to destroy him. I'll have to tell Jacob about this in my letter. She had already been planning to send a letter back Azkaban. No doubt the dementors and the prisoners were worried about her. She had been missing them so much already. The cold, soul sucking feeling of her mother, the insane ramblings of Bellatrix and Mora's bright, dangerous words. Even Micheala was missed, and said vampires annoying cries and whimpers for his "You," whatever that was. And Sirius, oh Sirius, and Jacob too. She missed their silly banter and quirky grins.
"Hello, class!" Lockhart began, making her drop back into reality. "I'm Gildaroy Lockhart, not that I need any introduction, and I'm your new defense teacher! Now, you've no doubt heard about me," Elizabetha raised her hand. "Oh, yes, you? Do you have a question? Before you ask, I can't give you an autograph right now." He said with fake cheer, and internally Elizabetha grimaced.
"Actually, sir, I wanted to ask you a question." She smiled sweetly at the professor. "Were you aware that most of your books are complete trash?" She asked cheerfully, and his smile faltered.
"Excuse me?" He asked, and she took the opportunity to carry on.
"I'll take that as a no, then. For instance, in the second chapter, it says that certain spells can keep a werewolf from transforming, but conveniently doesn't list these spells. Now I haven't finished the book, but I do happen to know that is complete poppycock. I grew up around at least a dozen werewolves, and I'm sure that if there was a spell to prevent them transforming into rabid, blood-crazed monsters once monthly, they would know. Unless you're keeping it a secret, in which case who knows how many deaths you could have prevented, but didn't. Would that count as murder? Well, professor?" The man didn't reply and whispers were beginning to fly around the room, so Elizabetha continued. "And another thing, you claim to have been a great student, but no one I know who attended Hogwarts at the same time as you can even remember your name." She didn't mention that most of the people she had questioned had been insane prisoners who didn't remember their own names either.
"She's right." To her surprise, a Gryffindor spoke this time. She was a fairly pretty young girl with bright red hair and shining eyes. She looks familiar... Elizabetha realized.
"It says in the third chapter," The girl said, holding up her textbook to the appropriate page. "That you were a great quidditch player, and that that's also how you know so many spells for healing injuries. But my family follows quidditch avidly, and I've never heard of you. And I looked up all the spells you listed, and they're mostly useless, I think." By now the whispers had risen in volume to a loud murmur, and another Slytherin, one Elizabetha recognized as the one that had glared at her in charms, raised his hand.
"Hey, they're right! I've never heard of a Lockhart in quidditch either, and my father practically worships it! And hey! Kaylor Brackery was a great seeker, how dare you insult him? And in ink!" He howled in outrage, and just like that the class dissolved into yelled insults and shouted evidence that the great Gildaroy Lockhart was a fraud.
It was actually quite fun.
Heh, I was right. Elizabetha mused as she turned and left, calling to a few fellow snakes that she'd rather be caught dead then in that class. A red haired Gryffindor girl ran after her, followed by a Slytherin boy with brown hair. First day and slaying it. Such fun.
So there, that's the best I can do with that, I hope it wasn't completely terrible, but I know that it could be much better. Oh well, I'm trying, so please excuse the plot holes. I just needed to throw in Watford, because I love Carry On, and Mikaela, because I love Seraph of the End, and he'll be showing up later.
Anyhow, guess what day it is where a certain someone lives? Halloween! And guess who's going to be dressing like Draco Malfoy, despite the fact that she's technically female? Yeah, it shouldn't be too hard to figure out, should it?
Anyhow, as usual, thank you for reading my story, because I'm lonely and having people like something I do makes me happy. Please review, and byeeeeeee!