"Hi Elizabeta, Alex." Harry said as I sat down next to him. I showed him my arm under the table, trying not to let anyone else see. Harry bit his lip and frowned.
"Dad isn't in a good mood. He-" I started, but I stopped suddenly when I felt a presence behind me. I turned my head and saw a greasy haired git behind me. Snape. His black eyes were cold as ice, his clothes were standard black teachers robes and his stone mask had slipped away for a fraction of a second. He grabbed my arm and twisted it slightly.
"Ow, sir please-"
"It is not wise to be flashing that to other students Miss Riddle." He drawled. Nut his voice had an urgency in it. He twisted my arm slightly further until I nodded. He threw down my marked arm and walked away, robes billowing behind him. I pulled down my sleeve and grabbed a piece of toast with patê on. Chewing it carefully, I decided to get out my sketch book and pencils. Drawing was fun for me, but writing was better. Sadly I didn't have any spare parchment on me so I couldn't. I was just finishing a picture of half eaten toast when a throat cleared behind me. Professor McGonagall was handing out our time tables.
"Miss Riddle, Mr Potter, please not another year like the last four." She asked us in a warning tone.
"It's not like we go looking for trouble Professor." Harry said to her.
"It just finds us and asks us if we want to come on a potentially dangerous adventure. Would you pass up that opportunity?" I asked cheekily. My head of house gave us one of those rare smiles and walked to give everybody else their time tables.
"She likes you." Harry said.
"No, I just inherited my Dad's charm and my Mother's ability to get out of trouble easily. Oh and just a bit of Minnie Marauder inside of me." I said with a wink at the end. We both laughed, but I soon stopped when I felt Hermione's glare.
"Get over it Hermione. What did I ever do to you that made every thing my fault? Is it my father?" I asked seriously. She huffed. Ron shook his head at me and leaned over the table to say,
"She hasn't got a reason. She is just annoyed because Lavender poured pumpkin juice all in her trunk on the train." I stood up abruptly and walked over to Lavender Brown. Confrontation time.