Maxima is full of coiled rage, so tightly wound that she grabs a boys arm who reaches beyond her to the salt. He yelps as if burned "don't touch" she mutters and some part of her feels almost gleeful, powerful at his fear. Shame at the emotion almost immediately replaced it.
She is being watched, noticed by those she would rather stay hidden from. Bellatrix and narcissa hold her gaze as she leaves the table. She knows what they, what all Slytherins call her when her back is turned. Dumbledores pet. Griffendor's spy. Maxima tries to hate them for this, but cannot find it in herself to do it. Would she not whisper words of distrust to Harry and Ron had someone like her wound up in Griffendor?
Maxima is early to arithmetic, since her magical outburst in history people tended to stay out of her way and it made making to class on time not quite the feat. She sits in the back row content with a few moments of peace (perhaps even a few minutia of shut eye) when a pile of books being dropped on her desk startle her.
Lucius stands before her, looking irritatingly perfect. His uniform is pressed, his hair sculpted to perfection and a dark smell of cologne wafts towards her. His mouth however is curved into a scowl "your in my seat" he speaks each word articulated with aristocratic perfection.
"Your seat" maxima repeated an eyebrow raised "since it is the first class there are no seats, even for someone as entitled as yourself" Lucius sighed heavily but didn't fight her, instead he sat down in the spot next to her.
"What are you doing" she asked when he started gathering his ink pot and quill. "We'll this is a ink pot and this-" he spoke slowly as if she was mentally deficient, "I know what those are" she interrupted "I meant what are you doing sitting there" she could see the comment about pure blood girls interrupting on his tongue but instead he said "you took my preferred seat, this is second best" and with that he began to scrawl the date on his parchment in the most beautiful writing she had ever seen a boy or man write. She had been tasked in the order with rewriting mission reports since so many of the male order members had such illegible writing.
The class was fine, perfect even, there was no magic in maths not for another few weeks so maxima felt a certain calmness at knowing the numbers couldn't blow up in her face. She copied equations and solved them quickly. She had learned them all before. Lucius (when had he become Lucius) kept up with her speed even as most of their classmates struggled a few questions behind. No one said anything about her presence as a younger student. By the time the bell rang signalling the end of class and the beginning on her practise with Dumbledore maxima could barely restrain the groan of displeasure that filled her.
"I'll walk you back" spoke Lucius cordially as they exited the classroom. Maxima shook her head but Lucius insisted saying "several first year Slytherins seem to be finding themselves in the infirmary when left to return alone. It wouldn't do to let you come to that fate" and maxima should have agreed should have skipped jolly all the way to Dumbledores office future death eater in tow but instead she said "what scared people will think it was you" and she saw Lucius recoil at her words and disappear down the staircase. "Damnit" she swore and for some reason found herself chasing the boy. She should really learn to hold her tongue. She found him in an empty classroom not far.
He is sitting on top of a desk gazing outside the window the lights off. Rain skitters down the panes and a chill creeps up her skin. You'd think living in a dungeon she would be used to a draft.
"Malfoy, I must apologize" she starts entering the room. She stops In front of him and is taken aback when he runs a hand through disheveled hair. His eyes look at her almost wild as he grabs her hand. Maxima tries to ignore the jolt that courses through her as her small hand is placed in his. "I would never… you have to know I would never hurt anyone especially a girl. I would never hit or curse a girl" he almost pleads with her, to understand, to believe him. His blue eyes bore straight into her own.
There is something about him in this moment that had her softly touch his shoulder. Something that had her trusting his words. "I know Lucius, I'm sorry" his eyes soften and then he straightens shifting off the desk to the floor and offering maxima his arm. "Very well, I expect professor dumbledore is waiting" they are silent on the journey only a password of "jellysquid" that is spoken until he leaves her a firm nod before is he gone leaving her to an excepting and annoyed headmaster. But there is something about the way he looked, a kind of horror that doesn't leave her mind all lesson.
"Control maxima you must master the power of it will control you" commands the headmaster.
She groans against the strain of her wand fighting her magic, begging for release. Lumos she whispered a smalls smell, I glow of light but in her is produced a ball of light so massive it might be the sun. Maxima collapsed soon after her light fading quick.
"That was better" commented Dumbledore and maxima had half a mind to throw something, anything at the old man. She was riding passenger seat and she just hoped that this power didn't make good on the promises of destruction it so often whispered. She was so utterly screwed.