Out of the Darkness
By Trephinia Cealyn
Chapter 4 | Schmoo Attack
'…won't you join me in my celebration of their deaths…'
"Tom! Tom, Tom, Tom!" Flute repeated repeatedly. She was trying to get the boy's attention. They (Flute, Tom, and Talon) were doing their homework. "Thomas Potter!"
"What?" Tom snapped. He was concentrating on his Potion's essay that was due tomorrow, 11 feet.
Flute continued on merrily, "I was merely wondering if you knew that you were doing that whole essay wrong. The format it's incorrect, now Professor Snape said that the heading must be…"
"Of course you won't have to do it right," Seymour said. He was standing directly behind Flute staring over her shoulder and copying her essay, "not the Professor's granddaughter, she won't have to do it right. She most likely doesn't even have to hand it in."
Flute glared at him and moved her essay out of view, "No Granddaddy Snape will grade me harder considering he expects better of me seeing as how I am his granddaughter," she disagreed her tone friendly, "but you wouldn't know anything about doing things for honor, even if you are a Malfoy." She turned back to her homework dismissing the whole conversation.
"At least my father has his wits about him," Seymour whispered so that only Flute could hear him, "he isn't depressed and senile about some slut who died 11 years ago."
Flute slammed her books down and pushed the chair back harshly almost hitting Seymour with it who jumped back in the nick of time. She turned around and shoved her finger in his chest "Take it back," Flute demanded, "You take it back you bastard."
Seymour chuckled and flashed a false smile, "Sure, I take it back." He said in a mocking tone.
"Sorry, say that you are sorry," Flute said in wavering voice, she looked ready to punch him at any moment.
"I'm sorry," Seymour sat in Flute's spot next to Tom, "So Tom, how did you manage to get into Slytherin? Did you bribe the Sorting Hat?"
"No," Tom replied while dipping his quill into his inkwell. He scribbled furiously and looked over at Seymour, "did you?" He asked with a smirk.
"Of course not!" Seymour gasped in dismay, then realized Tom was teasing him.
"Could you please move!?" Flute said and without waiting for an answer from Seymour she sat rather harshly in between Tom and Seymour forcing them to move over.
"Hey!" Talon said from his very squished position at the end. Seymour dipped his quill in Tom's inkwell and started on his assignment casually glancing at Flute's every few moments.
Flute glared at him and moved her paper out of view, "Why don't you try to do it for yourself?" She asked angrily.
"Because I have better things to do." He replied snatching her paper away and measuring it, "This is almost 14 feet! Lend me three feet of it and I'll owe you a favor."
Flute snatched her paper back and rolled it up, "No, I won't have you copying off me!" She said in a very offended tone, "Bye you guys, see you tomorrow." She waved to Talon and Tom, of which only Talon responded by nodding his head and returning to his Transfiguration homework.
"What's her problem?" Seymour said stretching his legs out on the table and upsetting Melinda Zabini's workstation.
Tom rolled up his Potion's essay and shoved it in his bag, "She's not very trusting she doesn't even trust me, and I've known her forever." He said as if it explained everything.
"…smart of her," Seymour said.
"What?" Tom asked, he hadn't been listening, "Well," he yawned, "I'm off to bed, see you two in the morning eh?" He slung his backpack over his shoulder and sauntered off.
"I'd better go to," Talon said already half asleep, "I'll do this during lunch tomorrow." He said to Seymour. "G'bye," Talon said and groggily collected his things and followed Tom stumbling the whole way.
Flute appeared next to Seymour looking very distressed, "Have you seen a white kitten anywhere?"
"No," Seymour said with interest, "but if I do…"
"Schmoo! Schmoo where are you?" Flute called looking under couches and peoples bags, "Siren Crete Halomika Misra Odin Olantra come out here right this instant."
"Mew," a tiny white furball announced pouncing on a fourth years lap and trying to shred his robes.
Flute rushed over, "You found him!" She exclaimed scooping the tiny cat up and keeping a tight hold on him, "Thank you so much!"
"No problem," the older boy said smiling at her. He had dark brown hair and chocolate brown eyes. His teeth were straight and his smile could rival a Malfoy's. He stood up and held out his hand, "My name's Seth Zabini, a fourth year, and you are?"
Flute shook his hand awkwardly, "I'm Flute Sephrenia Malfoy," she announced, "I'm a first year."
Seth grinned at her, "So you're the one who dueled with Snape," he said.
Flute nodded, "Uh-huh, Snape's my grandfather. We always duel with our wands." Schmoo leaped from her hands, "Schmoo!"
Seth caught the cat expertly and handed him back to her, "Snape's your grandfather? Then how are you a Malfoy?" Seth sat and motioned for her to sit next to him.
"He adopted my dad, Draco Malfoy," Flute said. Schmoo slipped out from her fingers and jumped over to Seth's lap. Flute sat in the chair across from him.
Seth whistled in amazement, "Draco Malfoy eh? My dad told me about him. I guess they were friends."
Flute giggled as Schmoo attacked Seth's homework, "Sorry about that," she apologized still smiling, "Schmoo's very playful."
"I noticed," Seth said pulling the cat and his homework apart, "How are you doing in your classes?"
"I'm alright," Flute said, "What I'm really worried about is Flying Lessons! I hope I'm not completely horrible. I've only ridden those stupid children's brooms."
Seth grinned at her, "Want me to give you a few lessons before you go for the real thing? I'm Chaser for the Slytherin Team."
"Will you?!" Flute said jumping up in excitement. Seth nodded, "Oh that's spectacular!" She pulled Schmoo away from him before he could pull off an expert attack on Seth's homework, "I'll be the best one there!"
Seth laughed, "Of course, with me as your teacher you can't go wrong," he patted Schmoo's head, "well I'd better go to bed. How about I meet you at 7:00 on the Quidditch Pitch tomorrow, I'll get permission from Snape."
"Alright!" Flute said in triumph, "Thank you Seth!" She attempted to leave but Schmoo made a fantastic leap and landed in Seth's hair. "Oh dear!" She said staring at him in horror, Schmoo leaped off his head and onto a nearby Slytherin's slowly making his way around the room. "Schmoo!" Flute ran after him weaving in and out of the crowd, "Siren Crete Halomika Misra Odin Olantra you stop that!"
