Ella listened patiently until she got a bit bored "I think I'll have a look
around," said Ella apologetically, but apart from Hermione, who had become
too engrossed in a book she was reading but gave Ella a little smile, no
one noticed. So Ella slipped out. After closing the door she turned around,
colliding violently into someone.
"I'm sorry!" said Ella, as she realised that the boy had been carrying something liquid, which had been knocked out of his hands and all over his clothes.
The boy was just about to let out a snide remark, his mouth already contorted into a sneer, but then he looked up into a pair of unfamiliar green eyes and bit back the comment. "Um, you should look where you're going" said the boy, a little half-heartedly. "Oh. are you Draco Malfoy?" said Ella with a crooked and curious smile, recognising the voice from earlier.
"What's it to you?" he said, just a bit feebly. Ella could see the boy's gaze taking her in; so she thought she had a right to do the same. With defiant eyes she perceived a tall, slender boy with slicked back platinum blonde hair, an obstinate chin, pale skin and an arrogant manner. She blushed as she realised that he still had the mess all over his robes.
"Oh, I know a charm for that," she spoke softly, and had swiftly completed the spell when Hermione stuck her head out, eyes open wide and pulled Ella back in with a jerk. "Ella! Don't mess with Malfoy. He's dangerous!" she hissed.
Ella bit her lip; she hated to be ordered about, even if the person's intentions were good. "Mew" she heard Cleo cry. She took her kitten off the floor, sat down and held her for the rest of the way. A while later, Ella was gently strumming a hand against the seat. She couldn't get Malfoy out of her head. Ella blushed when she thought of what Charmont would think of her girlish fantasies. She loved Char, didn't she? She wasn't really that fickle, was she? She envisioned Char in her mind; his wavy brown hair, the way he danced, the sparkle in his eye when he laughed. then suddenly his hair changed to blonde, his face narrower, his eyes colder. Ella tried to shake her head clear of thoughts, as the Express screeched to a holt.
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"I'm sorry!" said Ella, as she realised that the boy had been carrying something liquid, which had been knocked out of his hands and all over his clothes.
The boy was just about to let out a snide remark, his mouth already contorted into a sneer, but then he looked up into a pair of unfamiliar green eyes and bit back the comment. "Um, you should look where you're going" said the boy, a little half-heartedly. "Oh. are you Draco Malfoy?" said Ella with a crooked and curious smile, recognising the voice from earlier.
"What's it to you?" he said, just a bit feebly. Ella could see the boy's gaze taking her in; so she thought she had a right to do the same. With defiant eyes she perceived a tall, slender boy with slicked back platinum blonde hair, an obstinate chin, pale skin and an arrogant manner. She blushed as she realised that he still had the mess all over his robes.
"Oh, I know a charm for that," she spoke softly, and had swiftly completed the spell when Hermione stuck her head out, eyes open wide and pulled Ella back in with a jerk. "Ella! Don't mess with Malfoy. He's dangerous!" she hissed.
Ella bit her lip; she hated to be ordered about, even if the person's intentions were good. "Mew" she heard Cleo cry. She took her kitten off the floor, sat down and held her for the rest of the way. A while later, Ella was gently strumming a hand against the seat. She couldn't get Malfoy out of her head. Ella blushed when she thought of what Charmont would think of her girlish fantasies. She loved Char, didn't she? She wasn't really that fickle, was she? She envisioned Char in her mind; his wavy brown hair, the way he danced, the sparkle in his eye when he laughed. then suddenly his hair changed to blonde, his face narrower, his eyes colder. Ella tried to shake her head clear of thoughts, as the Express screeched to a holt.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* TO BE CONTINUED *~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*