Hey guys! Soooo sorry for the late update. I went to Utah for two weeks and when I'm on vacation... I don't work. Like, at all. My life goes on hold. So yeah, no updates for you guys.
But! I updated as soon as I got back! So a day earlier than I was planning! Yay!
Anyway, I hope you like this chapter. We finally get into some plot with Mabel. Nothing big yet, just the introduction. Some people were concerned that nothing bad was happening to Mabel, but honestly dealing with Draco for a year and going against all of her morals (all the while being completely alienated from her family) is bad enough, in my opinion.
Some of you were wondering why I chose Dipper to be with Voldemort rather than Mabel. And the answer is... I really cannot imagine Mabel in that situation. She would either be dead or have escaped in the first week. And also Dipper working with Draco? No way. They're both WAY to stubborn to cooperate with each other. And if a young girl like Mabel was in Dipper's position... I might have to get into some stuff that is a bit higher than a T rating, if you know what I mean. This is a kid's show in a 10+ book, I'm not getting into that stuff. It's icky.
Anyway! Leave a review and tell me how you like it! It's a short chapter, I know. But hey, it's interesting. You'll see another chapter next Wednesday! And thanks for reading :)
Chapter 8: Another Rude Blonde
Mabel Pines woke up to chatter. The girls in her dormitory were scuffling around frantically, trying desperately to get ready. Mabel rolled her eyes and yawned, knowing full well she could get ready twice as fast as everybody else. She rolled over to try to get a few more moments of sleep when something snuffed her face. She smiled and re-opened her eyes. "Well, hey you!" she laughed and scratched Waddles behind the ears. He snorted and hopped off the bed. She then rolled off of her bed and onto the floor.
Mabel Pines lay there a bit, admiring the wooden floor. It was smooth and glossy, no splinters whatsoever. She nudged Waddles and held up her hand, "Look at my total lack of splinters Waddles!"
He oinked and licked her hand.
Grinning, she patted his head and got dressed. After that she headed downstairs to the Great Hall with all of the other girls, leaving Waddles behind on her bed. Breakfast was absolutely delicious and had many experimenting opportunities. She mixed all sorts of food in her breakfast bowl that morning, creating something she liked to call 'Mabel Soup'. At the moment it wasn't really edible but it was sparkly, so that was something. (Though the sparkle part was surprising, as she didn't add any glitter).
Her plan for that day was to A) find Draco Malfoy, B) to find this 'Harry Potter' and C) try to write a letter to her parents. She suspected Harry to be easy, (he was basically a celebrity here). But Draco may be a bit harder. Everyone filed back to the common rooms.
Mabel was checking her schedule when something whizzed over her head. She looked up and saw a…. fanged Frisbee? It hit a wall and landed at her feet.
"Oi mate! Can you pass that back?" Mabel looked and saw a redheaded boy from the other side of the room.
"Absolutely!" she picked up the fanged Frisbee and tossed it back. Thirty minutes later, she was in Defense against the Dark Arts.
So since Mabel had three goals that day, she began to ask around. She asked about Harry Potter, Draco Malfoy, and the Owlery. She figured out the Owlery pretty fast, and most of the girls were able to give a pretty good description of Harry. Unruly black hair, dreamy green eyes, cute oversized glasses, etc., etc. But none of the first years seemed to know who Draco was. They knew who the Malfoys were, but not Draco.
She was contemplating this when she saw a familiar boy walking in the halls. She grinned and called out to him, "Neville! Neville! Hey, Neville!"
He turned around and stared down at the short, second-year girl. "Umm… hello?"
"It's me! Mabel Pines! I sat next to you during breakfast yesterday!"
"Oh! Right. Sorry."
"So…. I'm trying to find someone," she drawled, "But nobody can tell me who he is."
Neville shook his head quickly. "Oh no, you don't want to ask me. I can never remember anyone."
"I'm sure you'll know this guy!" she encouraged. "His name is Draco Malfoy!"
He straightened. "Him? Wh-what'd you want with him?"
"So you know Draco?"
"Yeah, I know him. Somewhat."
"Awww yeah!" she did a fist pump. "Can you tell me where he is?"
"Uh, he should be getting out of his class right now. It's right down that hall. First left."
She ran off. "Thank you Neville!"
"Wait! Why did you want—aaaannd, she's gone."
The young girl dashed down the hallway, robes flying behind her like a cape. She skidded to a stop and looked left and there—just like he said—was a whole busload of older students filing out of class. She started calling out his name. "Draco! Draco Malfoy! Draco!" she weaved between the moving crowds of students, "DRAAACCCCCOOOOOOOOOOOO!"
Someone tapped her shoulder.
"Draco!?"
"Um, no. My name is Ginny. Couldn't help but notice you're looking for Malfoy. He's over there, by the way." She pointed to a lone blonde boy storming down the hall angrily.
"Thank you!"
Ginny nodded and waved the girl off. She stared after her a few seconds out of curiosity, wondering what anyone would want to do with a Malfoy. She eventually shrugged and walked down the dungeon to find Harry and her brother.
Mabel sped-walked toward Draco. She could hear him muttering angrily beneath his breath. "There's no way Potter got that potion right….! Slughorn's favorite…. have to steal it…."
"Hey! Hey!" Mabel stepped in front of him and gave him a sweet smile. "Are you Draco Malfoy?"
He narrowed his eyes and sneered distastefully at her Gryffindor colors. "Yes. Who're you?"
Mabel got so excited she forgot about personal boundaries. She squealed and hugged him. "Yes yes yes! I knew I'd find you! I knew it!"
"Get off of me!" he pushed her off and backed away. "What's wrong with you!?"
"I've been trying to find you all day!"
"Well then, spit it out! Unlike you (apparently), I don't have all day."
"Okay, okay." She took a deep breath, trying to re-gather her thoughts. "So, it's kinda a long story—"
"What do you want?"
"Well, long story short this Dark Lord guy took my bro-bro and now he wants us to work together to fix a cabinet! Yay!"
Before Mabel knew what was going on, she was pushed backward into an empty classroom. Draco looked up and down the hallways before slamming the door shut. "Are you mad? Don't speak so loudly!" he hissed and pointed his wand in her face. "And who are you!? And what do you know!?"
"Rude," Mabel frowned and pushed the wand away. "My name's Mabel. And the Dark Lord guy sent me on a mission or something. He wants me to help you, I think."
"Impossible! This is my mission! And you're just a second year! What family do you belong to?"
She smiled strangely at him, "Uh… The Pines family?"
Confusion contorted his face. "Pines? I never heard of them before. What pureblood family do you…?"
"Pureblood?" Mabel laughed. "I don't know what that is, but I think the word you're looking for is Mudblood. That's what he called us, anyway…"
Draco stood there for a few seconds in complete shock. He narrowed his eyes. "You're lying!" Draco shoved his wand back in her face. "Did Dumbledore send you? How do you know all of this!?"
"I swear I'm not lying!" she cried. "I'm not—"
"The Dark Lord would never let Mudblood filth survive an encounter. Who do you work for? Who else knows?"
"I—I…!" she stuttered. Then she had an idea. "I'm not lying! Here, I can prove it!" she rolled up her sleeve and brandished her mark almost desperately. "See!? He put it on my arm!"
The boy lowered his wand and backed up. "Impossible…."
"Told you so."
"No, it's…. that's impossible! Those are only for people in the inner circle!" Draco stormed around the room. "This is my mission! My idea! Does he not believe in me…? Is this a punishment?" he held out his arms and faced the ceiling, as if awaiting for an answer. When none came, he stomped his foot and stormed toward the door. "I'm writing to my mother about this…. And you!" he pointed at her. "Don't you dare tell anyone!" The door slammed behind him, making the doorframe shake.
Mabel stood there in shock. That did not go as expected.
"Rude." She sighed and plopped down on the floor. The girl couldn't believe it. She spend all day looking for him and he just…. yelled at her? She didn't even know. What was that all about anyway? One would think he'd be happy to get help. Like, what the heck?
Mabel shook her head and stood up. "Cheer up Mabel," she told herself. "I'm sure he had a good reason." She reached inside her bag to get her schedule, but instead her hand found something else. A slow grin etched the twin's face. "Besides…."
"There's nothing that leftover birthday candy can't fix!"
"Great spirits have often encountered violent opposition from mediocre minds."
- Albert Einstein
