As the students hurried into the Great Hall, Pansy snuck away to her
familiar dorm room. Luckily the portrait recognized Pansy, and saw that she
was crying, and so she was allowed to enter. She rushed to her room before
anyone noticed her absence and came to search for her. She dragged her
trunk up the stairs and to the edge of her bed. She slowly unpacked,
folding each item of clothing slowly. She didn't see any extra beds, which
meant the two new girls wouldn't be staying in her room.
As she put her last pair of flannel pajama pants in the bottom drawer of her bedside dresser, she realized she was starving. She changed into her robes quickly and sprinted all the way to the Great Hall. She stopped when she saw Draco and his new girlfriend, the one named De, making out at the farthest corner of the table. The other girl, Erica, was deep in conversation with Draco's father. Pansy scowled at them.
"Hey, Pansy!" A voice called from behind her. Pansy spun around on her heels. It was Marcus Flint. "You got your schedule yet?"
"No," Pansy muttered. She had never liked Marcus. "Why?"
"Well, where've you been?"
"That's not your buisness, is it?" Pansy snapped angrily.
"Alright then, I just wanted to give you it," He handed her a piece of paper, with five days worth of classes printed neatly on the front and her name on the back. "Snape was looking for you."
"That's wonderful."
"He said he saw you crying."
"Once again, that's wonderful."
Marcus frowned. "You don't take me seriously, do you?"
"Not really," Pansy answered, looking at her paper.
"Do you have good classes?"
"Of course not!" Pansy said angrily, putting the paper in her pocket. "I have to take them with the other Slytherins my age."
"And so? That's never been much of a problem before, has it?" Marcus asked curiously. Pansy wished he would just go away.
"No it hasn't, not until this morning."
"Well what happened this morning that changed it all?"
"Go away, Marcus!" Pansy exclaimed, turning back around and walking quickly into the Great Hall. No one noticed her entrance. She heard Marcus's footsteps behind her, and prayed he wouldn't say another word to her. She sat down next to a blonde girl in her year and poured herself a glass of ice water. She wasn't in the mood for anything else.
"What's wrong, Pansy?" The girl asked.
"Not a thing," Pansy hissed, glaring at Draco. He didn't look up.
"How was your summer? Did you get lots of mail from Draco?"
"It was horrible and no, he's found an American girl that he likes better than me, apparently."
"I don't think she's American, Pansy." The girl said, following Pansy's gaze. "She's really dark and she sort of has an accent."
"I don't care where she's originally from, she's still American and I still hate her. She isn't even a witch!" Pansy cried.
"Of course she is," The girl laughed. "Why else would she be here?"
"Because Draco's father got them in," Pansy frowned. "Who are you anyways?"
"I'm Amie," The girl said, raising her eyebrows. "You still don't even know my name?"
"I knew it, I just forgot it," Pansy lied, trying to be more polite. "You're the one who liked Draco two years ago, right?"
Amie nodded. "Yes, but I still do. He's really cute."
Pansy scowled. "That's one way to put it."
Amie looked down at her plate, which now was clear. "Guess it's time to get going. I'll see you around, Pansy."
Pansy nodded curtly and stood up and ran all the way back to the common room.
As she put her last pair of flannel pajama pants in the bottom drawer of her bedside dresser, she realized she was starving. She changed into her robes quickly and sprinted all the way to the Great Hall. She stopped when she saw Draco and his new girlfriend, the one named De, making out at the farthest corner of the table. The other girl, Erica, was deep in conversation with Draco's father. Pansy scowled at them.
"Hey, Pansy!" A voice called from behind her. Pansy spun around on her heels. It was Marcus Flint. "You got your schedule yet?"
"No," Pansy muttered. She had never liked Marcus. "Why?"
"Well, where've you been?"
"That's not your buisness, is it?" Pansy snapped angrily.
"Alright then, I just wanted to give you it," He handed her a piece of paper, with five days worth of classes printed neatly on the front and her name on the back. "Snape was looking for you."
"That's wonderful."
"He said he saw you crying."
"Once again, that's wonderful."
Marcus frowned. "You don't take me seriously, do you?"
"Not really," Pansy answered, looking at her paper.
"Do you have good classes?"
"Of course not!" Pansy said angrily, putting the paper in her pocket. "I have to take them with the other Slytherins my age."
"And so? That's never been much of a problem before, has it?" Marcus asked curiously. Pansy wished he would just go away.
"No it hasn't, not until this morning."
"Well what happened this morning that changed it all?"
"Go away, Marcus!" Pansy exclaimed, turning back around and walking quickly into the Great Hall. No one noticed her entrance. She heard Marcus's footsteps behind her, and prayed he wouldn't say another word to her. She sat down next to a blonde girl in her year and poured herself a glass of ice water. She wasn't in the mood for anything else.
"What's wrong, Pansy?" The girl asked.
"Not a thing," Pansy hissed, glaring at Draco. He didn't look up.
"How was your summer? Did you get lots of mail from Draco?"
"It was horrible and no, he's found an American girl that he likes better than me, apparently."
"I don't think she's American, Pansy." The girl said, following Pansy's gaze. "She's really dark and she sort of has an accent."
"I don't care where she's originally from, she's still American and I still hate her. She isn't even a witch!" Pansy cried.
"Of course she is," The girl laughed. "Why else would she be here?"
"Because Draco's father got them in," Pansy frowned. "Who are you anyways?"
"I'm Amie," The girl said, raising her eyebrows. "You still don't even know my name?"
"I knew it, I just forgot it," Pansy lied, trying to be more polite. "You're the one who liked Draco two years ago, right?"
Amie nodded. "Yes, but I still do. He's really cute."
Pansy scowled. "That's one way to put it."
Amie looked down at her plate, which now was clear. "Guess it's time to get going. I'll see you around, Pansy."
Pansy nodded curtly and stood up and ran all the way back to the common room.