Vee took the hallway in huge leaps, hoping to get to her sister."Oh my god Missy, I…" She smashed into the door. Confused, she scratched her head, and pulled on the handle, trying to get into the room. Bracing her shoulder, she tried to barge into the door, only to bounce back "What the hell?" she demanded angrily, and then Iris slapped her forehead
"Are you a witch or not woman?" she yelled before Vee rubbed her eyes, pulling out her wand.
With an almost casual flick of her wrist, the door unhinged itself, and smashed into the floor. "…oops" she said, before being knocked backwards as Missy cast a spell, re latching the door, where it protested noisily about being bashed around.
"Hey you nearly… Oh my god, Missy" she mouthed wordlessly, walking behind her sisters hunched shoulders, "What's happened" Missy could only make a choking sound, her throat cut off with emotion.
Vee touched her sister's shoulder lightly, and turned Missy so she could see her face, and sadness settled over her. "Oh darling" she managed to say.

Missy couldn't look at her sister, she couldn't open her scrunched up eyes, her shoulders were tight, and she was trying as hard as she possibly could to keep in the tears. it was 5 in the morning, still dark because of the storm clouds that were rolling in, and rain was falling heavily on the roof; to her it felt like it would never be sunny again.
Her hope of becoming friends with Draco again had failed, and crashed her heart into her ribs. Veronica hugged her, but Missy couldn't feel it. She doubted she'd feel anything ever again.

"Is she any better?" Asked Amy; pulling the grass from the ground and ripping it into pieces. Veronica shook her head, and hugged herself. It had been three days since Missy had spoken to her, three days since Missy had done anything.
Jessica leant her head on her shoulder, and said "She'll be fine." Vee stroked her hair, and looked out to the black lake, her thoughts on her sister. "Wait, how come you aren't with her?"
"Oh you know…"
"She didn't let you stay did she?" Said Amy knowingly, Vee spared her a small smile and a laugh. "Nope, I've been banned from the room, unless she says I can go in, and that's mostly for sleeping purposes."
"So who's with her then?" queried Jessica, trying to look at Veronica's face, but failing.
"Iris is with her now, she knows Missy better than I do"
"Pfft, she does not" scoffed Amy, dropping grass over Vee, and she shook it away. "You're her sister, so you know her just as much as Iris."
"No, I've only known her since we were 11; Iris has known her since she was born." Her voice came out bitter. I bet she knew all about Malfoy, and the issues and secrets Missy has kept from me… Amy rolled her eyes, "But what's the real reason?" Vee didn't answer.
She knew the reason Missy was so torn up about somethin, and it had something to do with that note she'd been given by Sophie; but Vee hadn't yet figured it out yet.
Jessica saved Veronica from explaining by saying "She'll be fine Vee, you know Missy. She's always fine."

"Yeah… always"

Missy sat alone in her dorm, mixing her potion slowly, sniffling and holding in the tears. She knew it was stupid for her to hope Draco would come back to her; so she'd decided to throw herself into her work. There was a light tap on the door, and Iris poked her head through, carrying a tea tray filled with sweets and cookies for two huge mugs of tea on the side.
"Hiya love, you feeling better?" she asked timidly, coming to sit cross legged on the floor, handing Missy a blue mug of tea. She smiled slightly, the comforting feeling of the drink seeping in. "No," she said honestly "I'm not" She never lied to Iris, not if she had a choice.
"You want to tell me what it is?" Missy bit her lip, and took a sip of the drink in her hands; before reaching for a biscuit. Iris knew as well as anyone what Missy was like with chances, so she'd understand.
"It's Draco, I thought he'd come back" Iris's face softened, and she came to wrap an arm around Missy, and she leant her head on her shoulder. "Oh Honey, I wish he would" she comforted. "But you can't dwell on what once was, you need to live in the now. It's possible he'll come back" she stroked her hair slowly, and Missy relaxed.
"He was a great kid, amazing in fact; but at least you have the memories. Just, see him as he is now, don't cry over him Miss, he wouldn't want that" she nodded, and held in the tears. Iris was right, younger Draco wouldn't want her to cry for him, he wouldn't want Missy to do anything that would hurt herself. "I was just so close; I thought I saw some of the Draco I knew in those times."
"Well," said Iris thoughtfully, "You can always act normally, you know? He might come around, but what's this got to do with two nights ago?"
"We were meant to meet up at eight."
"I saw him around that time, he was being held captive by an arguing Parkinson" Missy's anger flared, but only for an instant; before it flickered out.
Slowly, she stood up and went to grab a pillow off the bed; her hair lasing across her cheeks and getting in her eyes. "Yeah, I'm starting to think Pansy's a problem" she tried to talk around the hair, but it did no good.

"That's it!" Said Missy, throwing her hands up in the air; her hair falling over her face. "I'm sick of this!"
"Sick of what?" asked Iris around a chocolate, and Missy fall back onto her bed in annoyance.
"My hair!"
"What's wrong with it?"
"It keeps getting in the way!" she tried to change the subject, glad Iris was playing along. "Plus, I'm sick of dying it every second week, I mean used to be black – you remember yeah? – but then dad did something too it by accident and it when brown…" Iris raised her eyebrows at her. "Ugh! Next time we're in hogsmead, I'm getting it cut and I'm removing the dye."
"You sure?" asked Iris in a worried tone, "Once it's off, you'll look like a Gryffindor"
"I don't mind, I was nearly put in Gryffindor." Iris blanched at her, her jaw hanging low. "What? In my head the hat said Gryffindor, but I think it sneezed or choked on a loose seam or something; and said the wrong thing… it did seem rather anxious to get off my head. That's why a lot of people call me the Slytherin with the golden heart. They're referring to my close escape."
"You could've been a Gryffindor, that's horrible!"
"Speak for yourself" she mumbled, grabbing a bobble and tying up her hair. "I wouldn't mind Gryffindor, the common room is much nicer."

Draco sat in the corner of the Charms classroom, seeing red. He was still angry at Pansy for keeping him back by arguing with him, and he'd told her so. He hadn't seen Missy since breakfast a few days ago, and was beginning to worry. At least he'd be able to see her today, explain what had happened, she'd forgive him; she'd just have too, she always did.
He anxiously threw glances towards the door, waiting for her to come in. Finally, after what seemed like years of waiting, Iris walked through the door, Missy right behind her. Missy's deep eyes landed on Draco, and a flash of pain flew across her face, before she looked away and covered it up.
Iris saw it too, and with an evil and cold glare at Malfoy, she wrapped an arm protectively around her shoulders, and walked with her to the only spare desk left in the room; the one right behind Draco.

He turned round to look at Missy and apologise, but she had her head bent down low over her work, her fingers playing with the drink on her desk; she often fidgeted when she was nervous or sad. Draco reached out a long hand, wondering how he could comfort her without his mask cracking, he could only remember comforting her when she'd skinned her knees.
He yelled out as his hand was smashed into the desk with a heavy book, glaring and with his teeth bared, he saw Iris looking at him, her hands gripping the book. "Don't even think about it Malfoy." He sneered at her, trying to yank his hand free; his worry for his old friend snapping out of him.
"Oh look whose back" he growled, narrowing his eyes, his face the mask of anger. "I'll give you a break Muir, next time don't mess in things you don't understand" his hand came free, and Iris went for his head with the side of the book, and he fell backward, dodging it. Her eyes filled with anger, she pulled out her wand; and Draco fished out his.
Suddenly, Missy's pale and fragile hands flicked out, and landed on each of their shoulders; her fingers cold. "Stop it will you?" she demanded, Iris's eyes spat poison at him, but Draco's body relaxed; all except his face. "Your friends got a temper Night" he said, looking at her side ways, "That could get her into a world of trouble"

Missy scowled, her nose wrinkling up, and Draco was shocked at how cute it was, she looked like she did when she was four. "I have a temper too, so if you threaten her, you're threatening me" she countered, Draco was at a loss.
"Look, Night" he said, his tone cold, "I wouldn't threaten you, and you're not her" he jabbed a thumb to Iris, who was red in the cheeks with anger. "So don't tell me what I'm doing, when I'm not" Missy laughed harshly, and began to speak, but Professor Flitwick came to their table.

Fuming and scatter-brained, Draco turned away and continued with his work. The door burst open behind him, and he stiffened when a draft blew in, carrying an all too awful voice with it.
Pansy hurried to sit next to him, and knocked Missy's drink, swearing at her, she complained to Draco that Missy had hurt her. "Pansy, do me a favour" he said, "And shut the fucking hell up!" His lip curled, and his temper began rise. Pansy Parkinson was about to reply, when they was a scream from behind him.
About to yell at Iris yet again, he turned scowling, to face Missy, who was sat holding her throat. "Missy? Missy! Please; c'mon, what's wrong?" Iris yelled frantically, waving her hand about, Missy knocked them away. Her eyes were huge, sunken into her shock white face, and her lips had begun to turn blue.
She cried out as her shoulders snapped back, her bones growing enormously under her skin; pushing her body into deformation. Sweating now, she was breathing hard with her eyes tightly closed. Iris jumped up from her seat and tried to move her, but she was stubborn, and refused.
Her cheekbones poke against her skin, and her nails cracked with force, showering over the desk. "Missy, let me take you to the hospital wing, please!" Iris insisted, tugging on her hand, but when she managed to pry them away from her throat, she saw why Missy was struggling so much.
Beneath her fingers, were three deep slits. Gills. Draco was too shocked to move, but when Iris screamed and dropped her best friend's hand, he saw a flash of web between her fingers, and her skin had turned blue and scaly.

Her eyes snapped open, but instead of the blue green colour, her pupils had become huge, the white completely covered in inky black. A small slit in the centre was the only remaining part that still held the beautiful colour. She gasped, her breath dragging in her throat, rattling into her lungs.
"Missy, Oh my god! C'mon, we gotta go to the hospital wing" Iris said frantically, holding her hands, where the professor had gone was unknown. Water! Draco suddenly rocketed to his feet, and Iris looked at him. "Water, she needs water, get outta the way Muir!" he repeated his thoughts, and Iris fumbled with her wand.
Rolling his eyes, he knocked her to the floor, pointing his wand at Missy's terrified face, and yelling "Aqua clausum!"
Small bubbles of water formed around the gills, and for some reason her legs, and she gave a gasp as the attached themselves to her face and mouth. Draco shoved his wand away, and knelt down beside her, touching her shoulder lightly. She tried for a sneer, self consciously reminding him to do so; he tried, but he just couldn't change his expression from the mask of shock it was in.
"Draco no don't, we're not kids anymore, you don't have to help me" she said, her voice sounding off and muted with the water; but her eyes were pleading with him. She tried to stand, but her legs wobbled from her new weight, and she had to grip her fingers onto a desk.
He shook his head, and stood up to glare at the class, who were all watching with interest. He put on his best lip curl, and looked them all up and down.
It was like the people of a circus laughing at the mutant… not that Missy was a mutant! "What are you all looking at?" he demanded in the best stuck up voice he could, stepping in front of Missy to hide her.
"Got nothing better to do that gawp at her?" people shuffled uncomfortably, suddenly, Pansy Parkinson piped up in her high pitched voice. "I don't know why you care Draco; she deserves what she's gotten. Always talking with the scum, it's against us, it's treason… unless you've become a Mudblood lover and a Gryffindor hugger" Draco glared at her, and the hatred he'd never felt before coloured his insides black.
Suddenly, he whipped out his wand, and before anyone could stop him, he blasted Pansy against the wall, where she fell; unconscious for a minute or so with his simple yell of 'Stupify!'
Breathing heavily, he could feel Missy's hand on his leg, urging him to calm down. "Anybody else got anything to say about me?" He waved his wand around him threateningly.

When nobody spoke, he turned to Missy and helped her up, wrapping and arm around her waist, and pulled her to the hospital wing, her cold water logged skin numbing his fingers; but he kept his cocky smirk in place for show. He turned back to see Pansy glaring at him, but Iris – to his surprise – was smiling.

"Oh my god, Missy; are you alright?" shrieked Amy, bursting into the wing, Jessica right on her heels, but they skidded to a stop when they saw what had become of Missy. Sniggering and trying to hold back their grins, they tried not to laugh; and failed.
Missy looked at them through a large tank filled with water, her clothes billowing around her and her lips pale and blue. Draco laid a hand on her tank, his fingers craving to touch hers, but she was too busy pushing her way on the glass, trying to get to her friends, making soft cooing noises. Trying to get to her friends, and not me. He smirked like nothing would amuse him more than a fish girl.
She'd lost the ability to speak as soon as Madam Pomfrey had freaked and thrown her into a tank. But she continued to bang her fist on the glass, her eyes darting occasionally to Draco, but now her gaze was fixed on her friends as they laughed at her; a green blush on her cheeks.
"I bags feeding her!" cried Jessica giggling, holding up her hand and smiling at Amy. Missy scowled; her angelic face the picture of annoyance. Draco too turned to glower at them, a sneer on his face, and Amy pointed an accusing finger. "You!" she exclaimed in anger, "What the hell are you doing here?"
"I find it amusing, because now she can't talk. The matron says I should stay, seeing as I saved her life in my spare time. So excuse me for staying."
"'Saved her life?' don't make me laugh!" she barked, "You'd rather her dead"
Draco was taken aback, but didn't show it.
"Watch your tongue Todd, because sooner or later, my father will have it cut off" He growled, and Amy took a step towards him, but he didn't back away. "You and your father deserve to stay in Azkaban, and I hope you rot in hell Malfoy, only after the Dementors get you first"
Draco Malfoy began to heat with anger, unaware of Missy's constant banging on the glass behind his head, trying to get his attention. "Come here and say that again"
"Fine" she stalked forwards a step, "I will." Draco ground his teeth, and Jessica was looking from face to face, terrified. "Go to hell Malfoy, and take your father with you"
"How dare you! Filthy Mudblood, got die"
Amy's cheeks flared, and Jessica tried to make a grab for her as she hurled herself towards him, but missed by inches. Missy screamed so loud that the noise pierced their ears, and she pounded frantically on the glass, small cracks appearing in the surface. Desperate to distract her friends… and Draco Malfoy, Jessica said the first thing that popped into her head. "Just to be random, George is awesome" Everyone stopped and looked at her for a second,
"What the hell was that?" Draco demanded, and then he jumped as Amy tried to punch him, and his fingers gripped the side of the tank. Missy quickly swam up to the edge and stuck her hand out of the water, and Draco grabbed it.
With all her might she pulled backwards, hauling him into the cold water, and he cried out in shock. She pulled out her wand and cast the bubblehead charm, and he breathed in gratefully as air filled his lungs. "AQUAMAN!" Jess was random again.
Looking at him, Missy didn't realise she'd raised her hand to touch his face, the skin warm under hers. I'm never gonna feel warmth again, I'm never going to see the little Draco again she cried inside her head, tears somehow forming in her eyes. She opened her mouth to speak, and to Draco's surprise, her voice filled the water around him, engulfing him in her warm notes. "Don't fight with them, give it a rest maybe"

Amy rolled her eyes at Missy, and tapped the tank, the noise echoing around them, causing a painful sound to their ears. No wonder fish don't like it when you tap their tank, Draco thought. "Are you going to stop with your clicking and cooing any time soon Miss? Cus I can't understand a single thing you're on with"
Jessica grinned and place her hand on the glass, to stop it shaking. Missy looked at it for a second, then moved to place hers on top of it, trying to reach them. Somehow, Draco had managed to grab a hold of her free hand, of which neither of her friends had seemed to realise.
Missy clicked angrily, and pointed to the door. "Either play nice, or get out" her voice boomed with authority, but they weren't able to hear it. Jessica looked confused, but suddenly she understood what was going on. She turned to Amy and said,
"She wants you to stop being a bitch and stop hating on Draco… also," she looked back at the tank, where Missy was floating wide eyed and staring. "She says something about Aston" Missy shrieked loudly, but Draco was dumbfounded.
"Oh, Aston aye? JLS Aston Merrygold?" she shot an evil glance at the two in the tank. "Bet she'd just love for the boy in blue to come and snuggle up with her in that water."
"I like the yellow one"
"JB?"
"Yeah," she said, "Him"
"Why?" she demanded.
"Because it's a free country, and I'm free falling!"
"No way, Dean from supernatural is the best"
"I like pancakes more" said Jessica, Amy agreed with her friend, and the tension was broken, although Missy did seem a little Embarrassed.
Draco was only just beginning to see how much Missy had to put up with.

"Hey, where's Veronica anyway? And Iris, shouldn't they be here?" asked Amy, tossing her blonde hair. No sooner did she say the word 'Where' did the doors burst open again. Missy took a gasp, or what Draco assumed as a gasp, as Professor Dumbledore strode into the room quickly, with Veronica and Iris stumbling after him.
He stopped when he reached the tank and regarded Missy with a curious look over his half mood glasses. "Good morning Missy" he said, and she clicked politely in return.
He smiled slightly, but then Missy became occupied with trying to get to her sister; who was staring wide eyed. "Vee, OH MY GOD, you will not believe this. I just…" Draco tried to drown out the noise, and began to scamper up the sides of the tank; only to slide back down again.
Grumbling, he tapped Missy on the shoulder, and motioned upwards, she nodded in understanding. Tucking his feet into her hands, she threw him upwards and out of the tank; where he skidded long the floor, salty and cold. Shivering and teeth chattering, Dumbledore eyed him as though you'd see this sort of thing every day, and then looked to the puddle at his feet.
"Miss kelly" he said in his calm voice, "Could you find Madam Pomfrey and get young Mr Malfoy a towel or two?" Veronica pulled herself back into reality, and nodded, swiftly walking away in search of the old woman.
"Now then children, I must ask that you leave for now," he saw Iris's appalled face, and hurried on "But you may come back as soon as I've done talking with Missy."
"I'm sorry Professor," Said Iris, fiddling with her fingers, "But she can't talk"
"But she can communicate, pip-pip; off you go" he shooed them away with the wave of a hand, before smiling. They all nodded, and like sheep, they walked slowly from the vast room, throwing glances back to their friend, who was now bored and lying on the bottom of the tank; playing with her hair. OH MY GOD, THEY'RE GOING TO REALISE I'M NOT A NATURAL INK BLACK ANYMORE! NOOOOO! Missy thought, twisting her hair this way and that between her pinched fingers.