Chapter 2
Draco noticed the sly smile on Francis's face, 'What are you thinking?' Draco asked, a confused look in his eyes. Francis shook her head, how could she think something like that? About Potter and the pauper!
'Nothing!' Francis said, as she began walking towards 'Quality Quidditch Supplies' once again, followed by a confused Draco.
Francis entered the shop, she headed for the section marked 'Beaters' (she was one of the beaters on the Slytherin team.) Francis was eyeing up a decorative bat, when she heard the bell go, as the door was opened. She ignored it, but turned her head when she heard Draco sigh heavily, reminding her a lot of her Father.
'If it isn't the dirty Mudblood and her little puppies, Scarface and pauper!' he spat at the trio like venom.
Francis turned her head, a practiced sneer on her face, 'Hi Herms, Did you put on weight?' she said spitefully, and obviously lying.
She smiled, as Ron looked furious, she had hit a nerve, not with the Mudblood, but with him.
Draco saw this and added, 'What are you doing in here Weasley?' he smirked, 'You can't afford anything!' he laughed, coldly, as Ron went beet red. The sight of an embarrassed Ron gave Francis a pang of, could it be, guilt?
'Well, Malfoy!' Harry stuttered, 'No matter how much you spend in here, you'll never buy anything that can help Slytherin win!' he smiled, 'Talents not available on tap!'
Francis felt her eyes flash with anger, and Hermione and Ron saw it too, by the looks on their faces. 'Well Potter!' Francis said, in a cold tone, 'Shame there's no shop called "Parents are us!"' Francis said, before sweeping out of the shop. She heard Draco cackle, and then the door slam shut.
'They are gonna get on my nerves this year!' Draco fumed, 'But we'll show them, wont we Fran! Your aim has never been better.'
Francis replied 'I'll get little Potter!' Francis said her eyes narrowed with anger, 'its my last chance, after this year I never have to lay eyes on them ever again!' Francis laughed, her trademark cold laugh.
After they had bought all of their supplies they went and bought two ice creams, as Francis sat down, Draco began to count out his money.
'I've got enough leftover for two butterbeers in the Leaky Cauldron, shall we?' he asked, as Francis finished her ice cream.
Francis looked up, 'Yes, we shall!' she smiled, and stood up, as Draco followed.
Draco said, 'See you later, well in a week!' as Francis threw the floo powder into the fire. She waved and shouted 'Home!' in an instance she was stood in her own living room and her Mother and Father were fighting again, she rolled her eyes, and went up to her room unnoticed.
Draco noticed the sly smile on Francis's face, 'What are you thinking?' Draco asked, a confused look in his eyes. Francis shook her head, how could she think something like that? About Potter and the pauper!
'Nothing!' Francis said, as she began walking towards 'Quality Quidditch Supplies' once again, followed by a confused Draco.
Francis entered the shop, she headed for the section marked 'Beaters' (she was one of the beaters on the Slytherin team.) Francis was eyeing up a decorative bat, when she heard the bell go, as the door was opened. She ignored it, but turned her head when she heard Draco sigh heavily, reminding her a lot of her Father.
'If it isn't the dirty Mudblood and her little puppies, Scarface and pauper!' he spat at the trio like venom.
Francis turned her head, a practiced sneer on her face, 'Hi Herms, Did you put on weight?' she said spitefully, and obviously lying.
She smiled, as Ron looked furious, she had hit a nerve, not with the Mudblood, but with him.
Draco saw this and added, 'What are you doing in here Weasley?' he smirked, 'You can't afford anything!' he laughed, coldly, as Ron went beet red. The sight of an embarrassed Ron gave Francis a pang of, could it be, guilt?
'Well, Malfoy!' Harry stuttered, 'No matter how much you spend in here, you'll never buy anything that can help Slytherin win!' he smiled, 'Talents not available on tap!'
Francis felt her eyes flash with anger, and Hermione and Ron saw it too, by the looks on their faces. 'Well Potter!' Francis said, in a cold tone, 'Shame there's no shop called "Parents are us!"' Francis said, before sweeping out of the shop. She heard Draco cackle, and then the door slam shut.
'They are gonna get on my nerves this year!' Draco fumed, 'But we'll show them, wont we Fran! Your aim has never been better.'
Francis replied 'I'll get little Potter!' Francis said her eyes narrowed with anger, 'its my last chance, after this year I never have to lay eyes on them ever again!' Francis laughed, her trademark cold laugh.
After they had bought all of their supplies they went and bought two ice creams, as Francis sat down, Draco began to count out his money.
'I've got enough leftover for two butterbeers in the Leaky Cauldron, shall we?' he asked, as Francis finished her ice cream.
Francis looked up, 'Yes, we shall!' she smiled, and stood up, as Draco followed.
Draco said, 'See you later, well in a week!' as Francis threw the floo powder into the fire. She waved and shouted 'Home!' in an instance she was stood in her own living room and her Mother and Father were fighting again, she rolled her eyes, and went up to her room unnoticed.