Plopping down onto the couch, in the Slytherin common room, I open my book. I stretch out and lay on my stomach. The book open in front of me, a piece of parchment lying next to it, a quill and ink bottle within easy reach. I pick up my quill, dip it into the inkbottle and bring it to the paper. With my other hand, I flip through the book.
"Blast! It's not in here. I'll have to borrow a book from Draco." I curse and begin to get up.
Pausing in mid-rise, I look down at the floor. There, on the carpet, is a book titled The Complete Guide to Monsters. Slowly, I lay back down and reach for it. Opening it away from my face, I wait for something to pop out, or even explode. Nothing happens and I pull it back to myself. Turning a page, I scan the index, then I hear it.
"I don't think the Weasley twins could get in here, if that's what you're worried about."
Looking up from the book, I search for who said that. My eyes narrow slightly. "Who said that? Come out."
A figure in jeans and a shirt rises from an armchair and turns to face me. My mouth slowly curves into a smile as my eyes go back to their narrow shape. "Oh hello. I didn't see you there."
"Obviously not. I see we both like our silence."
"I was just studying, I want to start before the room gets noisy."
"That's understandable, I hope that books helps. If you finish with it after lights out, you can just drop it by the boys' dorm in the morning."
"Thank you, Draken."
He looks at me, an eyebrow raised. "Do I know you?"
"I overheard you talking to my brother when I was waiting for potions to end, he said your name."
"Oh, you must be Natasha then."
I grin and nod "Yep, that's me."
"Pleased to meet you. About that potion....you aren't going to tell anyone...are you? We want to bust Potter and his gang one of these nights."
"No, I don't even speak to his crew, unless I have to."
"Thanks, I'd appreciate it. I have a question about that though."
"All right"
"If you don't bother them, like your brother, then do you bug anyone? Or are you in this house because you're great at pranking?"
"I wasn't brought up to do pranks. I bug Ginny, the youngest Weasley. Just today, in potions class, I yelled Voldemorts' name and scared her out of her knickers almost as well as the whole class." A grin spreads over my lips as I remember that.
Draken chuckles. "His name could scare anyone, with everything he did. My family doesn't fear in him, in fact, my father strongly encourages me to say his name instead of He-who-shall-not-be-named. He says the first time he overhears me address him differently, he shall punish me, for showing fear of Voldemort." His voice reveals arrogance as he speaks of his family.
I nod, being able to understand this. "My father says the same to Draco and I. He believes we should not fear at all and stay strong to the family morals."
"My father told me of the Malfoys. He says that your family has been strong in magic for years."
A proud smirk comes over my lips at that. "Our lineage is purebred all the way, ever since it was started. Is yours?"
He grins. "Yes, although sadly, we have had one mudblood, my uncle didn't know she was one and married her. My father never mentions her and forbids us to as well. However my mother thinks that is highly rude of him, as she is family. She is always saying how mudbloods are 10 times better then a muggle."
"My father would remove a mudblood and the lover of the mudblood from the family the moment he found out. We don't need a mudblood polluting Iour /I family line." I remark with a smug look upon my face.
Just as dirt that exists on the bottom of a lake, rises to the surface of the sparkling clean water, when stepped in, mudbloods can do the same to a wizard family. All it takes is one little imbalance in the peacefulness, and the chain of pure wizardry has a risk of losing that part of the clean lineage. My father tells Draco and I that when we make choices on whom we associate with. He says we were not brought up to be weak links, we were brought up to be proud high standing people of society. After a while, it gets kind of boring and tiresome, but at least its better then having him ignore us and only focus on his job.
"It looks like the others are coming in. I have to talk to Crabbe, bye Natasha. I hope we can talk again." Draken says, then turns and goes over to the entrance.
I watch him go a light smile forming in the corners of my mouth. "Bye"
Looking back to the borrowed book, I search the index and flip to the page. My abandoned quill is dry, so I must refresh the ink. Beginning to write, I only pause to get a new piece of parchment. A good hour and a half later I finally get up and gather my things. I place the parchment pieces with the words in a folder, clean the quill, top the ink and set it on top of the books. Moving around some Slytherins on the floor, I goto the girls dorm.
Reaching the doorway, I push it open and head for my bed. My school bag is lying on my bed, so I don't have to pick it up off the floor. I set my things down in it, then put the books away, leaving the borrowed one on my trunk of course. On my bed, my black cat stirs from her slumber and opens a yellow eye lazily.
"Hello Sasha, did you sleep well?" I scratch the back of her ears as I speak.
She uncurls and stretches, then stands and looks to me, her head giving a slight nod, almost. Her head tilts and she holds a look that is asking me how my day went. I smile at her and scratch her back gently.
"It went fine. For transfiguration we had to turn a small piece of string into rope, I was one of the first to do it. It looks the studying I did over the summer really helped me. Herbology was all right, we learned how to tend to wolfsbane. In History of Magic, Professor Binns gave us a surprise quiz. Care for magical creatures was dull again, we learned about a selection of monsters and had to do a report on one. Double potions was the best class of all. Not because of Professor Snape, mind you. It was because I got to scare Ginny Weasley."
Sasha's lips curl into a cat like grin and she rubs up against my side, a soft purr coming from her throat.
"She got horrified when I said Voldemort, so I yelled it, to scare her. It turns out I scared half the class and got stares from the other Slytherins, that's fine though." I grin smugly, pleased with myself.
Her long tail brushes past my hand, flicking over my wrist. The yellow eyes looking at me in confusion.
"No, I didn't get in trouble with Snape, although Dumbledore did have a talk with me. He said it was good that I had "spirit", however it was in the wrong place. I'm not in deep trouble or even trouble at all. Dumbledore is a very odd headmaster. Do you know that? He must be over 100 as it is, yet, he has humor and loves candy. I like him though."
Sasha makes a nodding motion with her head, then moves over to my nightgown. She nudges it with her nose, pushes a small piece of it in, then picks it up. Coming back over to me, she drops it over my hand. I laugh. "All right Sasha. I'll get to bed."
I change quickly, then move over to the mirror. In it, I see my reflection. The reflection of a tall, pale, skinny girl, with emerald eyes, blonde hair and soft rose colored lips, clad in a black nightgown, that shows how flat my chest is I. Even without black on I appear like this, I think to myself.
"Are you done admiring yourself, Nat? Or Do I have to take off a spell that makes you stick to the floor, so you can move?" A female voice behind me says.
Spinning around suddenly, I come face to face with Chelsa. She is grinning at me, her cheeks red , obviously she has been running. I hold back a giggle. "If I move, then I might not be able to use the mirror again."
"What is that supposed to mean?"
"That you would break it with you appearance, that's what she means" Leah's voice cuts in.
I laugh and move over to my bed, just barely getting hit with a playful tackle, meant for Leah, who was behind me, from Chelsa. Sitting on my bed, I watch as Leah dodges and runs to her bed, grabs a pillow and runs for Chelsa. Chelsa moves just in time runs over to her bed and gets a pillow. This is the start of a pillow fight, I think to myself. Many feathers on the floor and 10 minutes later, the fight stops. Both warriors about to collapse from giggle fits. The rest of Slytherin girl's dorm, that has been watching, myself included, going back to their business. Within 10 minutes the floor is cleaned and the dorm normal. Drifting off to sleep that night, I hold a smile on my lips.
"Blast! It's not in here. I'll have to borrow a book from Draco." I curse and begin to get up.
Pausing in mid-rise, I look down at the floor. There, on the carpet, is a book titled The Complete Guide to Monsters. Slowly, I lay back down and reach for it. Opening it away from my face, I wait for something to pop out, or even explode. Nothing happens and I pull it back to myself. Turning a page, I scan the index, then I hear it.
"I don't think the Weasley twins could get in here, if that's what you're worried about."
Looking up from the book, I search for who said that. My eyes narrow slightly. "Who said that? Come out."
A figure in jeans and a shirt rises from an armchair and turns to face me. My mouth slowly curves into a smile as my eyes go back to their narrow shape. "Oh hello. I didn't see you there."
"Obviously not. I see we both like our silence."
"I was just studying, I want to start before the room gets noisy."
"That's understandable, I hope that books helps. If you finish with it after lights out, you can just drop it by the boys' dorm in the morning."
"Thank you, Draken."
He looks at me, an eyebrow raised. "Do I know you?"
"I overheard you talking to my brother when I was waiting for potions to end, he said your name."
"Oh, you must be Natasha then."
I grin and nod "Yep, that's me."
"Pleased to meet you. About that potion....you aren't going to tell anyone...are you? We want to bust Potter and his gang one of these nights."
"No, I don't even speak to his crew, unless I have to."
"Thanks, I'd appreciate it. I have a question about that though."
"All right"
"If you don't bother them, like your brother, then do you bug anyone? Or are you in this house because you're great at pranking?"
"I wasn't brought up to do pranks. I bug Ginny, the youngest Weasley. Just today, in potions class, I yelled Voldemorts' name and scared her out of her knickers almost as well as the whole class." A grin spreads over my lips as I remember that.
Draken chuckles. "His name could scare anyone, with everything he did. My family doesn't fear in him, in fact, my father strongly encourages me to say his name instead of He-who-shall-not-be-named. He says the first time he overhears me address him differently, he shall punish me, for showing fear of Voldemort." His voice reveals arrogance as he speaks of his family.
I nod, being able to understand this. "My father says the same to Draco and I. He believes we should not fear at all and stay strong to the family morals."
"My father told me of the Malfoys. He says that your family has been strong in magic for years."
A proud smirk comes over my lips at that. "Our lineage is purebred all the way, ever since it was started. Is yours?"
He grins. "Yes, although sadly, we have had one mudblood, my uncle didn't know she was one and married her. My father never mentions her and forbids us to as well. However my mother thinks that is highly rude of him, as she is family. She is always saying how mudbloods are 10 times better then a muggle."
"My father would remove a mudblood and the lover of the mudblood from the family the moment he found out. We don't need a mudblood polluting Iour /I family line." I remark with a smug look upon my face.
Just as dirt that exists on the bottom of a lake, rises to the surface of the sparkling clean water, when stepped in, mudbloods can do the same to a wizard family. All it takes is one little imbalance in the peacefulness, and the chain of pure wizardry has a risk of losing that part of the clean lineage. My father tells Draco and I that when we make choices on whom we associate with. He says we were not brought up to be weak links, we were brought up to be proud high standing people of society. After a while, it gets kind of boring and tiresome, but at least its better then having him ignore us and only focus on his job.
"It looks like the others are coming in. I have to talk to Crabbe, bye Natasha. I hope we can talk again." Draken says, then turns and goes over to the entrance.
I watch him go a light smile forming in the corners of my mouth. "Bye"
Looking back to the borrowed book, I search the index and flip to the page. My abandoned quill is dry, so I must refresh the ink. Beginning to write, I only pause to get a new piece of parchment. A good hour and a half later I finally get up and gather my things. I place the parchment pieces with the words in a folder, clean the quill, top the ink and set it on top of the books. Moving around some Slytherins on the floor, I goto the girls dorm.
Reaching the doorway, I push it open and head for my bed. My school bag is lying on my bed, so I don't have to pick it up off the floor. I set my things down in it, then put the books away, leaving the borrowed one on my trunk of course. On my bed, my black cat stirs from her slumber and opens a yellow eye lazily.
"Hello Sasha, did you sleep well?" I scratch the back of her ears as I speak.
She uncurls and stretches, then stands and looks to me, her head giving a slight nod, almost. Her head tilts and she holds a look that is asking me how my day went. I smile at her and scratch her back gently.
"It went fine. For transfiguration we had to turn a small piece of string into rope, I was one of the first to do it. It looks the studying I did over the summer really helped me. Herbology was all right, we learned how to tend to wolfsbane. In History of Magic, Professor Binns gave us a surprise quiz. Care for magical creatures was dull again, we learned about a selection of monsters and had to do a report on one. Double potions was the best class of all. Not because of Professor Snape, mind you. It was because I got to scare Ginny Weasley."
Sasha's lips curl into a cat like grin and she rubs up against my side, a soft purr coming from her throat.
"She got horrified when I said Voldemort, so I yelled it, to scare her. It turns out I scared half the class and got stares from the other Slytherins, that's fine though." I grin smugly, pleased with myself.
Her long tail brushes past my hand, flicking over my wrist. The yellow eyes looking at me in confusion.
"No, I didn't get in trouble with Snape, although Dumbledore did have a talk with me. He said it was good that I had "spirit", however it was in the wrong place. I'm not in deep trouble or even trouble at all. Dumbledore is a very odd headmaster. Do you know that? He must be over 100 as it is, yet, he has humor and loves candy. I like him though."
Sasha makes a nodding motion with her head, then moves over to my nightgown. She nudges it with her nose, pushes a small piece of it in, then picks it up. Coming back over to me, she drops it over my hand. I laugh. "All right Sasha. I'll get to bed."
I change quickly, then move over to the mirror. In it, I see my reflection. The reflection of a tall, pale, skinny girl, with emerald eyes, blonde hair and soft rose colored lips, clad in a black nightgown, that shows how flat my chest is I. Even without black on I appear like this, I think to myself.
"Are you done admiring yourself, Nat? Or Do I have to take off a spell that makes you stick to the floor, so you can move?" A female voice behind me says.
Spinning around suddenly, I come face to face with Chelsa. She is grinning at me, her cheeks red , obviously she has been running. I hold back a giggle. "If I move, then I might not be able to use the mirror again."
"What is that supposed to mean?"
"That you would break it with you appearance, that's what she means" Leah's voice cuts in.
I laugh and move over to my bed, just barely getting hit with a playful tackle, meant for Leah, who was behind me, from Chelsa. Sitting on my bed, I watch as Leah dodges and runs to her bed, grabs a pillow and runs for Chelsa. Chelsa moves just in time runs over to her bed and gets a pillow. This is the start of a pillow fight, I think to myself. Many feathers on the floor and 10 minutes later, the fight stops. Both warriors about to collapse from giggle fits. The rest of Slytherin girl's dorm, that has been watching, myself included, going back to their business. Within 10 minutes the floor is cleaned and the dorm normal. Drifting off to sleep that night, I hold a smile on my lips.