p style="box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px 0px 24px; font-family: 'Source Sans Pro', 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 24px; font-size: 18px; padding: 0px; color: #555555;" data-p-id="526f1d920de31d3c4ede3f3cf3c248a4"Phoenix's POV/p
p style="box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px 0px 24px; font-family: 'Source Sans Pro', 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 24px; font-size: 18px; padding: 0px; color: #555555;" data-p-id="23011bf911528eec555a605a85ecf9b1"I received a list of my classes the next morning, sent by owl. My hawk, Morwenna, scared the owl away soon. I ran my eyes over the list, full of things I knew about in depth from my studies with my father. I didn't expect to be taught much, but I had expected to learn em style="box-sizing: border-box;"something. M/emy father was right. When I was younger and less aware of the world around me, I had seen the death eaters' children go to Hogwarts and wanted to go there myself. That was the first time I had seen how much anger the school brought into my father. I knew better now, knew better than to say the names Hogwarts and Albus Dumbledore. And he was right when he said this school had nothing to teach me. I had learnt much more under his guidance. But the syllabus brought doubt into my mind as to my partner on this mission. Draco had been attending Hogwarts since he was a child. If this was a far as his knowledge extended, we were in trouble. As a student, even an undercover one, I would em style="box-sizing: border-box;"have t/emo attend the classes. I couldn't wait to see what they taught here. Here, wher everyone learnt how to lose against my father. I dressed in the plain black robes of Hogwarts, save a green crest embroidered on my chest, signifying my house. Slytherin. For a moment I had feared the hat's choice. He had suggested Gryffindor, the house where my father's most hated were from: the Potters, and most dominant, Dumbledore himself. I feel a presence next to me. I recognise the pale hair, the icy eyes. Draco. "Good morning." He greets quietly. I nod. "Snape made sure our schedules are the same." I nod again. More time with Draco. My idea of fun. Though I suppose it'll be a new experience to be around so many people who know I'm in the room. I was there for a lot of my father's negotiations, in the shadows. Now people will acknowledge em style="box-sizing: border-box;"me. /emThey'll call em style="box-sizing: border-box;"my /emname and talk to me. "Um, yeah." Draco says. I look to him, my darker eyes meeting his. "What?" I ask. "You said people are going to acknowledge you." I'd been speaking aloud? My thoughts were private. I wasn't comfortable with anyone reading into them. So I just walk away. This would be a problem, if I kept blurring my thoughts out to everyone. I had to keep a check on myself. I entered my first class, Potions. Snape was at the teacher's table. His eyes fell on me, but not longer than they would on anyone else. He was as good at pretending as me. Draco sat with his friends. There was an empty seat, but I was drawn to the empty seat next to Harry instead. He looked at me putting out my quills, a little too long and a little too openly. "Are you going to stare the whole time?" I look at him. He smiles a good guy smile (contrary to Draco's bad boy one) and shrugs. "Can't help it." I smile slightly. He can't help it. I've already got him where I want him. Snape begins class and I'm already excelling. Harry, next to me isn't that bad himself. Snape come to my bench and hisses quietly, "em style="box-sizing: border-box;"Don't do too well." /emI'd never been permitted to be em style="box-sizing: border-box;"average /embefore, let alone told to be. The class was dull after that. I made some elementary mistakes, replacing cat's claw with dragon scales. I made sure it was nothing that caused any commotion. My 'mistake' simply changed the color of the solution. I just smiled and flushed next to Harry, who got an ego boost like all guys do when girls need help. I didn't even warn him when em style="box-sizing: border-box;"he /emmade a mistake that blew up the class room. After all, I was just a damsel in distress. But when the pit boiled and exploded, it wasn't Harry who acted fast enough to help me. It was Draco,halfway across the room who cast a protection spell my way. Yeah fine,my father had had a month long lasting spell for me before I came, but its the thought that counts, right? /p
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p style="box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px 0px 24px; font-family: 'Source Sans Pro', 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 24px; font-size: 18px; padding: 0px; color: #555555;" data-p-id="23011bf911528eec555a605a85ecf9b1"I received a list of my classes the next morning, sent by owl. My hawk, Morwenna, scared the owl away soon. I ran my eyes over the list, full of things I knew about in depth from my studies with my father. I didn't expect to be taught much, but I had expected to learn em style="box-sizing: border-box;"something. M/emy father was right. When I was younger and less aware of the world around me, I had seen the death eaters' children go to Hogwarts and wanted to go there myself. That was the first time I had seen how much anger the school brought into my father. I knew better now, knew better than to say the names Hogwarts and Albus Dumbledore. And he was right when he said this school had nothing to teach me. I had learnt much more under his guidance. But the syllabus brought doubt into my mind as to my partner on this mission. Draco had been attending Hogwarts since he was a child. If this was a far as his knowledge extended, we were in trouble. As a student, even an undercover one, I would em style="box-sizing: border-box;"have t/emo attend the classes. I couldn't wait to see what they taught here. Here, wher everyone learnt how to lose against my father. I dressed in the plain black robes of Hogwarts, save a green crest embroidered on my chest, signifying my house. Slytherin. For a moment I had feared the hat's choice. He had suggested Gryffindor, the house where my father's most hated were from: the Potters, and most dominant, Dumbledore himself. I feel a presence next to me. I recognise the pale hair, the icy eyes. Draco. "Good morning." He greets quietly. I nod. "Snape made sure our schedules are the same." I nod again. More time with Draco. My idea of fun. Though I suppose it'll be a new experience to be around so many people who know I'm in the room. I was there for a lot of my father's negotiations, in the shadows. Now people will acknowledge em style="box-sizing: border-box;"me. /emThey'll call em style="box-sizing: border-box;"my /emname and talk to me. "Um, yeah." Draco says. I look to him, my darker eyes meeting his. "What?" I ask. "You said people are going to acknowledge you." I'd been speaking aloud? My thoughts were private. I wasn't comfortable with anyone reading into them. So I just walk away. This would be a problem, if I kept blurring my thoughts out to everyone. I had to keep a check on myself. I entered my first class, Potions. Snape was at the teacher's table. His eyes fell on me, but not longer than they would on anyone else. He was as good at pretending as me. Draco sat with his friends. There was an empty seat, but I was drawn to the empty seat next to Harry instead. He looked at me putting out my quills, a little too long and a little too openly. "Are you going to stare the whole time?" I look at him. He smiles a good guy smile (contrary to Draco's bad boy one) and shrugs. "Can't help it." I smile slightly. He can't help it. I've already got him where I want him. Snape begins class and I'm already excelling. Harry, next to me isn't that bad himself. Snape come to my bench and hisses quietly, "em style="box-sizing: border-box;"Don't do too well." /emI'd never been permitted to be em style="box-sizing: border-box;"average /embefore, let alone told to be. The class was dull after that. I made some elementary mistakes, replacing cat's claw with dragon scales. I made sure it was nothing that caused any commotion. My 'mistake' simply changed the color of the solution. I just smiled and flushed next to Harry, who got an ego boost like all guys do when girls need help. I didn't even warn him when em style="box-sizing: border-box;"he /emmade a mistake that blew up the class room. After all, I was just a damsel in distress. But when the pit boiled and exploded, it wasn't Harry who acted fast enough to help me. It was Draco,halfway across the room who cast a protection spell my way. Yeah fine,my father had had a month long lasting spell for me before I came, but its the thought that counts, right? /p
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