Part of Your World
Chapter Seven
Pouting, I sat against the back of the door, arms folded and glaring at that red eyed cat. The hallways were empty, barren, and Dumbledore was going on about a tournament. The tournament father told Krum I'd be attending. I got scolded for just barely whispering that Harry Potter was there. It wasn't my fault some people had super-sonic hearing and turned around to stare at me. I didn't intentionally bring attention to myself.
It didn't matter either way, I was in trouble and had to sit out in the hall until the meeting was over. Filch said something about if people got in trouble, he'd sent them to me, and I'd have to walk them to his office. Wonderful, because I knew where that was.
I tapped my toes against the floor and the cat hissed at me.
"Sorry," I muttered, folding my arms and leaning against the door. This was boring, I wanted to head back to my room and take a nap after that long train ride. I needed a good night's sleep. "Wonder what time he expects me to wake."
I also wondered if Krum and I would get to spend some time together. He was good to talk to, I enjoyed his company, but I knew we'd probably not be allowed to mix. He'd probably question about why I wasn't at class or some other thing, and then... Oh, I don't even know. How was I supposed to pull of the charade that I was in school? How was I supposed to talk to Ginny and Neville like I was actually a student here, when I wasn't at the classes Ginny and the Slytherins of her year had together? Wow, I really didn't think things through sometimes. ...ever.
Sighing, I folded my arms and looked down at the cat. Mum wasn't too fond of animals, so we never really had them around the house. I held my hand out to it, to pet it, and it just stared at me with those creepy red eyes. I tried smiling at it, and made a sort of coaxing noise towards it, but it just stared in return. It... She... Her... Whatever the cat was. I really didn't remember the name Filch was muttering to her, so lovingly, soothingly. You'd think he and that cat had some sort of relations.
Ew.
Suddenly, the doors opened and out were shoved twins. Ginger twins who were grinning ear-to-ear and calling back out to Filch. I stood and looked them over, they stopped and looked at me.
"Well, lookey here, George."
"Looks like we've got another student out here who's in trouble, Fred."
"Indeed it does."
"I'm not in trouble." I said, folding my arms. "I'm in charge of you. So, let's bring you guys to Filch's office."
They both looked at each other, and their grins grew wider.
"In charge-"
"-Of us-"
"-she says."
Both of them stood on either side of me, linked arms with mine and started down the halls.
"H-hey, what the hell do you think you're doing?"
We rounded the bend, and they mock tipped their hats to ghosts floating passed, never stopping to answer my questions. Was this some weird joke? I would not be handled like this. I was a Malfoy, for crying out loud. They were not permitted to touch, no matter how Squib-ish I am. And if didn't matter if they were slightly adorable, they had no right!
And I made that quite well known. I skidded to a stop and refused to budge no matter how hard they tugged on my arms. I pulled away from their grasps, hands on my hips and proclaimed my Malfoy status, my superiority to them, and that they would be heading to Filch's office now, or else.
"Or else?" They chimed in unison.
"Or else."
"Or else what exactly?" One of them asked, I didn't know either of their names, so... Twin 1.
"Wouldn't you like to know?" I smirked and pointed them forward. "To Filch's office."
They just leaned on each other, arms around each other's shoulders, and looked down at me. My head remained held high, glaring at them both to assert the fact that I meant business, and that I would not muck up my job.-Nor would I sink to telling them my reasons for keeping it, I still had my Malfoy pride.
Whatever the hell we Malfoy's had to pride ourselves with.
Obviously not much, from what these twins were saying. They started in on me being a Malfoy, joking and teasing, and I just stared. They were Weasleys, so they claimed to be, so they had to be Ginny's older brothers, Fred and George. She mentioned them.
"Our Ginny!"
"Friends with a Malfoy!"
They mockingly held their hands to their hearts.
I glared.
"Shove off! I'm not like my ruddy family, so you can march your damned arses to Filch's office now or I'll... I'll..."
"You'll...?"
Blinking at the new voice, I turned around to see a tall man in all black behind me. He had dark hair, dark eyes, and a long dark cloak. He was Snape. I knew he was Snape, so that must've meant that dinner was over.
"Weasleys," he jerked his head to the side. "To Mr. Filch's office."
Shrugging, they made one final comment about seeing me around or something, then headed off. I shrugged as well and looked up at Snape with a brow raised. He just seemed to look me over, this sort of smugness about him.
"So you must be the deceased Adelaide." His voice was laced with sarcasm, smugness, and it ticked me off. "How joyful your family must be to realise their long lost Adelaide is now living."
I simply stared.
"Um, okay."
"Pray tell, why am I meeting you for the first time, Miss Malfoy?"
"Why not?"
"Such tones won't be held with authority."
"I'm not a student." I said simply, covering my yawn with my hand and shrugging slightly. "And you did start in on my first, Mr. Snape."
And I brushed passed him, unsure of what he wanted to confront me with, or why he did it to begin with. Whatever, I was tired, and he was a friend of the family's, sort of, so I just forgot about the meeting altogether. And about meeting back up with Filch. I headed back down to my room, dressed in my nightdress and collapsed beneath the emerald quilt, hoping to Merlin that I didn't have to awake too early the next morning.
