After Devin stalked out of Snape's classroom, she wandered around a bit
more before heading up to breakfast. Her mind was on Draco Malfoy.
He hadn't wavered under the pressure of her mind. Most mortals did. There was something dark about him she couldn't quite place, something more than his heritage. She would figure it out though. Draco seemed quite tempting…
So lost in thought, Devin didn't see the girl coming in her direction until she bumped into her. The girl was sent falling to the ground.
"Watch where you're going!" she hissed, then looked up. "Hey – you're the new Gryffindor, aren't you?"
"Unfortunately."
"What's that supposed to mean?"
Devin sighed, visibly bored. "It means I would rather be in Azkaban than Gryffindor! I don't belong there. I should have been in Slytherin." The girl stood up and held out a hand.
"Welcome to Hogwarts. I'm Blaise Zambini, Slytherin house. Any enemy of Gryffindor is a friend of mine." Devin shook her hand, getting a warm feeling from the girl's aura.
"Devin Orsino."
"I thought Dumbledore called you Potter?" Blaise asked as they made their way up to the Great Hall for breakfast.
"He did. Potter's my brother. We were separated at birth, taken from my mom, yada yada yada. My childhood father's name is Michael Orsino. I'm no more a Potter than a Gryffindor – meaning, only by birth. Not by choice." Blaise smiled.
"Well then, would you like to accompany me to breakfast, Devin?"
"I'd be delighted Blaise – and even happier if I could sit at your table."
"Sorry Devin, but I don't think you're allowed . . . maybe you should sit with your brother. You might want to get used to him."
Devin looked at Blaise. Her aura was warm, despite the Death-Eater childhood. Devin wondered how the girl could be so nice and still be in Slytherin. "Never will I get used to Potter."
"You sound like me." The girls whirled around to face none other than –
"Draco Malfoy." Devin almost laughed.
"We seem to be meeting everywhere today, Gryffindor. Tell me, conversing with the enemy a hobby of yours?"
"Enemy?"
"You're a Gryffindor, honey. Gryffindors and Slytherins hate each other. It's fact. Run along, Potter, and leave the wandering to the experienced." With the last words, Draco sauntered past. Devin stared.
"Ignore him. He thinks he's so big just because he's a Malfoy. But trust me," Blaise whispered the last part, "I know stories about him that could make you die laughing. We grew up together." Devin laughed. She would have to hear these. Blaise took Devin's arm as they started to walk again. It felt weird; she was never really friendly with people as a kid, but something about Blaise told her she was to be trusted. Devin put her worries to the back of her mind and laughed with Blaise as they made their way to breakfast.
He hadn't wavered under the pressure of her mind. Most mortals did. There was something dark about him she couldn't quite place, something more than his heritage. She would figure it out though. Draco seemed quite tempting…
So lost in thought, Devin didn't see the girl coming in her direction until she bumped into her. The girl was sent falling to the ground.
"Watch where you're going!" she hissed, then looked up. "Hey – you're the new Gryffindor, aren't you?"
"Unfortunately."
"What's that supposed to mean?"
Devin sighed, visibly bored. "It means I would rather be in Azkaban than Gryffindor! I don't belong there. I should have been in Slytherin." The girl stood up and held out a hand.
"Welcome to Hogwarts. I'm Blaise Zambini, Slytherin house. Any enemy of Gryffindor is a friend of mine." Devin shook her hand, getting a warm feeling from the girl's aura.
"Devin Orsino."
"I thought Dumbledore called you Potter?" Blaise asked as they made their way up to the Great Hall for breakfast.
"He did. Potter's my brother. We were separated at birth, taken from my mom, yada yada yada. My childhood father's name is Michael Orsino. I'm no more a Potter than a Gryffindor – meaning, only by birth. Not by choice." Blaise smiled.
"Well then, would you like to accompany me to breakfast, Devin?"
"I'd be delighted Blaise – and even happier if I could sit at your table."
"Sorry Devin, but I don't think you're allowed . . . maybe you should sit with your brother. You might want to get used to him."
Devin looked at Blaise. Her aura was warm, despite the Death-Eater childhood. Devin wondered how the girl could be so nice and still be in Slytherin. "Never will I get used to Potter."
"You sound like me." The girls whirled around to face none other than –
"Draco Malfoy." Devin almost laughed.
"We seem to be meeting everywhere today, Gryffindor. Tell me, conversing with the enemy a hobby of yours?"
"Enemy?"
"You're a Gryffindor, honey. Gryffindors and Slytherins hate each other. It's fact. Run along, Potter, and leave the wandering to the experienced." With the last words, Draco sauntered past. Devin stared.
"Ignore him. He thinks he's so big just because he's a Malfoy. But trust me," Blaise whispered the last part, "I know stories about him that could make you die laughing. We grew up together." Devin laughed. She would have to hear these. Blaise took Devin's arm as they started to walk again. It felt weird; she was never really friendly with people as a kid, but something about Blaise told her she was to be trusted. Devin put her worries to the back of her mind and laughed with Blaise as they made their way to breakfast.