Here is some more from the Slytherin side. I figured I'd do a multi-upload.
I was sitting beside Black and Yaxley, Tom sitting across from Ryland as we tiredly stuffed eggs and sausage into our faces. I'd stayed up half the night thinking about how to 'befriend' her. I'd given Tom the idea and now I was actually regretting it. What had I gotten myself into? No matter who she was or where she came from she was still a pureblooded girl and there wasn't much that I knew about pureblooded girls. For one, I didn't much care. I was planning to be the Minister or Magic or something of the like and I could care less about the wife I had beside me on the way as long as she provided me with an heir and kept her mouth shut in public, but otherwise…I didn't know much. I knew they weren't supposed to be alone with a man; that was why they were always surrounded by loads of other birds. I suspected that it was some sort of rule.
I brought a forkful of food to my mouth, though it never made it as I heard, "This is Myone Macmillan, our new seventh year Gryffindor transfer from Durmstrang." I glanced up and moved my fork back to my plate as I eyed that obnoxious mudblood girl introduce Macmillan to the rest of the Gold and Red brood.
"Do you need help," a voice asked curiously, causing me to look away from the new girl and look instead to the girl beside me, Lestrange her name was, I think.
"What?" I sneered, annoyed at her already for disrupting my thinking.
"Do you need help," she repeated, glancing down at my plate before looking back up at my face and I looked down to realize that I had missed my plate when I put my fork down, the food that I had meant to put back on the plate was now on my lap with Ryland and Alphard stifling laughter.
"Are you asking to feed me?" I snarled furiously, glaring at her so angrily that I heard her 'eep' and quickly look back to her group of friends who all carefully avoided looking at me.
I chanced a glance at Tom who smirked and raised a brow at me, before going back to reading his book and I muttered a "shut up" to the boys on either side of me who were both still trying to stifle their laughter. I quickly finished eating and left for the library, making sure to avoid looking at the new girl for the rest of the time I sat in the Great Hall.
I knew I needed to be getting to class so I quickly packed my belongings, bid adew to Madam Oxkin, and made my way in the direction of Potions. It didn't take long before I noticed a thick mane of curly brown hair bobbing slightly with each step. She turned her head ever so slightly and I immediately recognized her, new girl.
"It appears my luck is with me today," I called out with a smirk, causing her to spin about and come face to face with me, "Only just this morning I'd thought to myself, 'I wonder if I'll see Ms. Macmillan today' and here you are."
"Here I am," she repeated with a gleam in her eyes, "You wouldn't happen to be going to Potions, would you?"
"Potions?" I questioned, pretending to think on it for a moment as though I wasn't entirely sure, "I am. You are as well I suspect."
"You suspect correctly," she nodded. I couldn't stop a smile from flicking across my face before I quickly suppressed it.
"Well what kind of gentleman would I be if I didn't walk a lady to her class," I remarked, wanting to ensure that she walked with me and didn't run into any of the Gryffindors in potions and wander off with them instead. There weren't many to choose from but better to be safe than sorry. I couldn't help but smirk as I remembered that we only had three at our table now the Alphard opted out of NEWT potions this year. Many of the others wanted to join our table but we had declined, stating that we were better with three than making them our forth. We weren't above being cruel.
"You can join our group if you like, we only have three and the other groups have four…but only if you want to, of course," I said kindly knowing full well that Slughorn would put her with us either way, at least this way it felt like an option.
"That's fine," she replied. I pointed out where she could sit once we'd made it into the classroom and she carefully set all her books out on the table, much like Tom tended to do before settling in.
"So how are you liking Hogwarts so far?" I asked her curiously.
"I like it," she shrugged, "I've met some interesting people since I've been out of the Hospital Wing. The Gryffindors sure are a rowdy bunch."
"That's an understatement," I scoffed, "That lot wouldn't know subtlety if it slapped them in the face." She grinned at some sort of joke only she knew but said nothing; this girl was full of secrets.
I noticed Tom coming up from behind her as her back was to the door but I didn't say anything, knowing how much he liked sneaking up on people.
"Ah Ms. Macmillan, it is quite delightful to see you here in seventh year potions I must say," Tom said from right behind her, making her jump before taking the seat beside her and setting his books out in a similar arrangement.
"Not expecting me?" she questioned, giving him a challenging eye.
"I couldn't quite determine at the time," he responded, "Though I can honestly say that I am not disappointed by your presence."
"Who's the brawd," Ryland asked curiously as he came around the table and sat beside me.
"This is Myone Macmillan," I replied, noting how Ryland nodded his head in response, most likely surprised that Tom and I were voluntarily talking to a girl.
"Names Yaxley, but call me Ryland. My father's Yaxley and I'd rather not be associated if you don't mind," Ryland mentioned casually, and I smiled at the test. While the statement was true, most pureblooded girls didn't have the gall to call a man they weren't either being courted by or related to by their first name, it was a sign of incredible familiarity and he was testing the water with her. He did hate to be called Yaxley; that much was true. That was one of the many reasons he didn't like talking to girls. This was one of the rare female rules that I did know as we saw it in action all day long.
She nodded her head and stood from her stool to reach over the cauldron to shake his hand, "Myone Macmillan. I don't mind either but I hear there are other Macmillans here so it might avoid confusion to call me Myone."
"Noted," he said with a grin. He was now allowed to call her Myone. He sure was proud of himself, "Now this one I may not mind…even if she is a Gryffindor." Tom and I laughed at that when we realized that despite being pureblood and clearly not fit for pureblood society she would be much more approachable and tolerable than most girls.
I watched Slughorn make his way into the room and head to his desk, "Sorry I'm late gentleman…and lady. You should be finishing up your papers on the first of the four potions and then as a group, will be deciding on your two potions for the remainder of the year."
I glanced at Tom to see him leaning over and whispering to Macmillan and realized she must have asked about the assignment, she was apparently quite interested in potions, "There are four potions that we should be proficient in by the end of the year but because of issues during fifth year, we are regrettably behind, so Slughorn's decided to have us write papers on the four potions and then have us choose two of the potions to do as a group. Make sense?"
"Yes, thank you," she responded.
"So..." Slughorn concluded, "I want your final potion decisions on my desk by the end of class. You have the rest of the time to work."
"Watcha' wan do then?" Ryland asked curiously, leaning on his hand looking bored.
"What are the options?" she asked curiously, and all three of us turned to look at her oddly.
"Oh, guess that bit is important," I smirked, "The four potions are Amortentia, Felix Felicis, Veritaserum, and Polyjuice Potion. Since Polyjuice and Veritaserum both take about a month you choose one of the two and then choose between Amortentia and Felix Felicis since they both take around six months."
"Oh, alright," she said, nodding in agreement.
"So let's start with Veritaserum or Polyjuice," Tom began diplomatically, pulling out a piece of parchment and wetting his quill.
"Well, if it's all the same to you lot I'd prefer Veritaserum over Polyjuice," she shrugged.
"Why?" Ryland asked curiously, asking what we all wanted to know.
"I made Polyjuice in my second year, and I'd much rather brew Veritaserum as I understand it to be quite challenging."
"Second year?" Tom asked in disbelief.
"You really are rather brilliant aren't you," I added with a grin, she was going to be quite interesting.
"Veritaserum it is then," Tom finalized, writing it along the parchment, "Next: Amortentia or Felix Felicis?"
"You brew either of those?" Ryland asked with a raised eyebrow.
"I haven't, no," she confirmed, "Either would be satisfactory to me."
"I prefer Felix Felicis myself," Tom commented, "Matters of the heart matter little to me while luck may be of use. Plus, we've all smelled Amortentia last year if you lot remember."
"Yes," we agreed. Mine smelled like her…can't be forced to remember that now can I?
"Unless Ms. Macmillan is seeking to make some unsuspecting man fall for her I vote for Felix Felicis."
"You've caught me," she smirked, causing us to look to her a bit confused.
"I've spent seven years getting O's in Potions all for this moment, so that I can make Amortentia and make some unsuspecting bloke fall for me," she continued and we couldn't help but look at her nervously. She suddenly started to laugh and went on to say, "Put me down for Felix Felicis you dolts."
We smiled nervously, concerned about the possibility that what she said was true. While we had sarcasm between ourselves we'd never heard a girl say anything as a joke to us before and as such we weren't entirely sure if it was actually a joke or a truthful statement. I wouldn't put it past some of the girls here at Hogwarts to get to seventh year potions simply to make Amortentia and get a man.
I looked up to see Tom coming back the table with Slughorn in tow and realized that he must have turned in our assignment. "It seems I've missed you my dear," he said when he arrived at her side as he eyed her curiously, he outstretched his hand and smiled, "I'm Professor Horace Slughorn and you are…"
"Myone Macmillan," she responded, standing and taking his hand.
"Ahh a Macmillan, wonderful family, any relation to Pyfus Macmillan?"
"Not that I know of sir," she replied, "But we could be, we are a rather large brood."
"That you are," he agreed before turning to the rest of us, "And you chose not a better group of lads anywhere. These boys will be sure to keep you on the right path, won't you boys?"
"Yes," we assured with a quick nod. "Now, settle in and finish up your papers. Ms. Macmillan, we are writing papers on the four potions: their properties, uses, history, ingredients, etc. I believe the boys can tell you the potions we will be studying this semester."
"They've already informed me professor and I'm already quite familiar with all four."
"Excellent," he smiled, "I hope to see excellent marks from you then." She nodded and he turned his back to us, moving back to his desk and settling in, the room having nothing above a low mumbling of conversation throughout the rest of the class period.
As class ended Tom called over Caspar Crouch and despite the boy's reluctance, he approached the table of intimidating Slytherins, "Yes Tom?"
"This is Ms. Macmillan," Tom introduced, "She is a Gryffindor, as you can clearly see, and is in need of someone to take her to Charms. As we are not in that class with your house, it would be prudent for you to ensure that she makes it there safely."
"I'm sure I can find my own way there Riddle," she huffed annoyed. She didn't include the Mr. as was proper for a pureblooded girl to do; she apparently did whatever she wanted.
"None the less, Crouch you shall take her to Charms, am I understood?"
"Of course Tom," Crouch responded, smiling at the girl nervously, before leading the way toward Charms; and her odd self, disappearing around the corner.
"So-" Ryland began, trailing off as we made our way to Care of Magical Creatures, "How am I just finding out about this bird now?"
"We only just found out about her yesterday," Tom responded, leading the way out of the castle and out onto the grounds toward the forest.
"She agreed to call me Ryland," he added as an afterthought, smirking as he hopped down off a rock onto the grass path.
"Thank you," Tom replied, "I hadn't been there and am quite pleased that you are providing me with the play by play."
"What?" he asked confused.
"Muggle-term," I replied, Ryland nodding his head as Tom shook his head in disgust not realizing his slip. Not many at Hogwarts knew of Tom's true heritage and those that did knew who and when to speak of it. Most of the others assumed him to be pureblooded and he had as many marriage proposals as the rest of us.
"So you still haven't told me about this bird," Ryland stated annoyed, finding a stump near the designated classroom space and tossing his book onto it, "It's not like you to make friends with a brawd at all let alone a new one. How do you know she's not a looney?"
I noticed Tom shrug and I smirked, we had no idea, she very well could be a looney, but she was a very interesting looney.
Hearing voices gaining volume, I looked up to see Lupin and Prince making their way down to the classroom area, talking as though they were sharing some sort of secret, though they were probably just talking about some assignment, as Ravenclaws were one to do.
"Malfoy, Riddle, Yaxley," Prince stated flatly, his face showing no emotion as usual.
"Hello Prince," Tom responded, cordially though not particularly friendly. Lupin simply nodded his head, but didn't say anything, choosing to find a seat along the fencing instead.
"Have you seen the new Gryffindor girl?" a voice asked curiously, as it joined Prince and Lupin, a voice I recognized as Irving Crouch, Caspar's eight month younger brother and another Ravenclaw.
"Another?" Prince snarled out unimpressed, "Delightful."
"Caspar says that she's quite friendly and she isn't like the other girls," Irving supplied excitedly, sometimes I couldn't help but wonder how he'd gotten into Ravenclaw and not Hufflepuff.
"What's that supposed to mean?" Lupin asked confused, "'not like other girls'?"
"How should I know?" Irving responded with a shrug, "I'm not my brother, am I?"
Ryland grinned as though he'd somehow discovered the answer to life's greatest secret and said nothing, simply watching as the class filled in and Kettleburn arrived. I turned and stared my friend down in disbelief at his excitement over something so trivial when he leaned closer and whispered, "She's still considered to be a mystery and we've got the exclusive." Since when did Ryland sound as though he worked for the Daily Prophet?
After Care of Magical Creatures was lunch and then a free period as it was the time when we had the 'opportunity' to take divination; though none of us had felt oh so inclined. That was a wooly subject at the best of times and typically considered a girl's subject, so now that it was no longer required for OWLs, we used the time in the library studying.
After meeting up with Alphard during Care of Magical Creatures and sticking together throughout lunch, we made our way to the library and settled in to our usual table in our usual spots, thankful that most of the girls throughout the school were either in Divination or Transfiguration.
"What has Ryland looking so odd," Alphard asked curiously, poking said boy with the ink dipped end of his quill.
"Oi," he huffed, waving the quill away before scourgifying himself in annoyance, "If you must know, I met my future wife today."
I couldn't help but look at him rather perplexed, "Wife? How did that happen? You talked to her for a full hour and you've already made the decision that you're going to marry her."
"Well look at Alph," Ryland replied indignantly, "He's trapped marrying Flint the harpy and he's never even spoken to her."
"Quite proud of that, mate," Alphard replied with a wink and a smirk, "If I can, I'll never speak to her, wife or not."
"Besides, the girl's at least interesting," Ryland shrugged.
"She's still a Gryffindor," Tom scoffed, "Where the overly confident and fool-hardy reign."
"What year was that in the sorting hat's song?" Alphard asked curiously, pretending to think it over hard.
"Shut it," Tom responded, "I have Care of Magical Creatures homework to do."
"Don't let us stop you then," Alphard laughed out, pulling out his books and thumping them hard onto the tabletop, earning a glare from the Head Boy, "So, Ryland's new bird?"
"She's not his new bird," I replied quickly, "She's the new girl and she's just…a bit…different."
"Different how?" Alphard asked curiously, biting on the end of his quill in interest.
"Dunno yet," Ryland commented with a shrug, "I'm hoping in a good way. I mean, she's obviously a pureblood as she's a Durmstrang student so it's all good there-"
I shared a look with Tom and we both froze, we'd both assumed she was pureblood too. Durmstrang will only take Purebloods, it was a fact; but we'd already determined that she wasn't a Durmstrang student…and with the way she talked, what if she wasn't a pureblood at all? Tom raised an eyebrow at me indicating another question we'd have to figure out the answer to before going back to his parchment and continuing to scratch along the page.
I huffed to myself but didn't say anything aloud as Tom still didn't want Alphard or Ryland privy to this information.
"Well if she's so great," Alphard began, munching on the end of his phoenix feather quill, "Perhaps I'll see if mother would be willing to change the contract from Flint to this new Macmillan girl."
"You've never even met her," Ryland huffed in annoyance, glaring at the boy across the way.
"So, plenty of arranged marriages began with people who'd never met," Alphard shrugged.
"No one's marrying her," I replied, holding the bridge of my nose in frustration, "We barely know her, she's a new transfer, she's a bit odd, sure, but that doesn't constitute your seemingly instantaneous infatuation, let it go."
The two boys huffed, but nodded and went to start their schoolwork, Tom nodding gratefully at the ending of their idiocy.
After the break was History of Magic. It was incredibly boring but necessary if any of us were going to work in the Ministry later in life as it was a required NEWT for consideration. I sat beside Ryland and Tom beside Alphard as the boys seemed to be having some sort of fight since the argument over who got to marry the new girl. They were acting like idiots and both Tom and I had told them so. I think they were finally getting it through their heads and were getting on a bit better as we made it to class but Tom still wanted them separated to ensure that he wouldn't be annoyed out of his mind for the next two hours.
History of Magic was taught by an old man we all simply called Binns. He didn't seem to even acknowledge that Grindelwald was happening or that there was any sort of trouble on the horizon, he literally seemed to live in history. I noticed him walk into class and make his way to the front of the room where he first took attendance and then began to drawl on about the Goblin Wars that he'd already taught us three years ago.
I turned to see Alphard smile and bid us ado before disillusioning himself and slipping out of class, he was skiving, lucky bastard.
We were heading down to supper after History of Magic when we noticed Macmillan sneaking about. She was glancing around corners and running behind columns, all the while trying to look as though she was doing nothing suspicious at all.
"Ah, Ms. Macmillan we meet again," Tom said with a smile as we reached her and forced her to come to a dead stop in front of us. "If I didn't know better I'd say you knew your way around this castle more than you let on."
"I was just…" she began as we turned her in the opposite direction.
"It's time for supper," Ryland stated flatly, "You know that meal at the end of a long day."
"I know what supper is," she replied indignantly, "I was actually going to the library."
"You seem to be very interested in the library," Tom replied curiously, "One might think you're UP to something."
"Perhaps I just wish to study. Perhaps I just want high marks."
"Perhaps," he replied, with a shrug.
"Well," I smiled, "Off we go then." We then began to lead her toward the Great Hall as Ryland attempted to strike up conversation,
"So where were you coming from?"
"Traditional Studies," she replied with clear distaste in her voice. Tom and I looked at each other curiously, that class was strictly for Pureblooded girls; perhaps she was a pureblood, otherwise she'd managed to fool Dippet, Dumbledore, and Madam Black and that seemed a bit steep.
"Ahh," he nodded, "Oh course. Though, I get the feeling you didn't enjoy it. Most of the girls I know like that class best. They say it's the most challenging and she teaches them the most they can use in the real world."
"Who told you that?" she asked in disbelief.
"My sister," Ryland shrugged, sheepishly, "But she really did say it helped her. When she got married she said that class saved her life. Apparently her mother-in-law was a real harpy."
"Oh," she responded with a nod. Persephone was a great deal older than Ryland but he'd been there during the wedding when she'd married a Crabbe, oh he remembered her crying about how she didn't want to marry the brute and whatnot but she'd held herself poised like a proper pureblooded lady during the ceremony and that was all that mattered.
"So how was it?" I asked curiously, "We don't talk to a lot of girls, so that's one of the classes we blokes don't know much about."
"Apparently neither do I," she replied with a huff.
"What do you mean?" Tom asked curiously.
"Well I was informed that I was 'dim' today in Traditional Studies," she snarled out angrily.
"Who said that?" I questioned curiously, trying to stifle a laugh.
"Those Carrow girls," she replied, her nose crinkling in distaste.
"Ohhh," we all replied together making her suddenly laugh a bit.
"You know they've dubbed themselves Mrs. Riddle and Mrs. Malfoy right?" she asked us curiously.
"Doesn't surprise me," Ryland smirked, "Though it does amuse me greatly. They've been keen on them for years."
"Really?" she smirked, I scoffed at her smile and cringed; those girls were idiots.
"Oh shut it," I grumbled.
"Oh come on Malfoy," she smiled and I couldn't help but look at her curiously as she called me by my last name so casually, "They've got the hots for you."
"The what?" I asked confused.
"Nothing," she responded embarrassed, "Nevermind." We couldn't help but continue to stare at her expectantly, "Oh shut up you prats. We're here. I'm leaving." She really was a crude little thing. She rushed away in a huff that caused us to snicker a bit and we moved to the Slytherin table, watching as she struggled to sit with her bunchy skirts before giving up and sitting side-saddle.
I looked over at her curiously, it was as though she was one of the boys and it was odd. Tom looked over at me and I could tell that he was thinking the same thing; we would definitely be needing to keep an eye on her. Black and Avery joined us at the table and spoke to Ryland as I settled in to eat, this year was definitely going to be interesting indeed.