"Tatiana!"
Anya heard her name being called the moment she walked into the great hall with Draco and his friends, Crabbe and Goyle. She was forced to sit with them in their compartment for the remainder of their journey and also in the horseless carriage. She has had enough of Draco's narcissism and Crabbe and Goyle's stupid ass kissing. She needed to get away, fast.
"I'll be joining my friends, now." Anya told Draco, gesturing to a group of girls waving for her to join them. She walked briskly along the length of the Slytherin table not even waiting for Draco's reply.
"Hello, Ingrid!" Tatiana beamed sitting beside a rather plump blonde girl. "You hardly wrote over the summer, Paulina." she added, a little reproachfully to a tall, thin girl with curly auburn hair that was seated on her other side. She was considerably pretty, in a haughty sort of way .
Paulina opened her mouth to reply but another girl seated across them interrupted her.
"Were you with Draco Malfoy the whole time in Howarts express?" a coldly beautiful girl asked her with a slight trace of jealousy in her voice. "Is that why you didn't join us in our compartment?" She flipped her long, corn silk hair over her shoulder, her eyes narrowing into gray slits as she waited for Anya to reply.
"Hello, Letitia." Anya said tensely.
Anya and Letitia Lothaire shared lots of common friends and they even shared a dormitory. Because of the circumstances, they were almost always together but they're not chummy with each other. Most of the time, Anya thought she was tolerable enough, but not when she gets into these sulky moods, like the one she was in now. It usually happens when Draco Malfoy is around. Letitia has had a major crush on Draco for ages. He, on the other hand barely acknowledges her existence, he was too caught up with Anya to notice other girls. Another reason for Letitia to envy and ultimately dislike Anya, who was also the top student in their year while Letitia was only the fifth, after two Ravenclaw boys and a Hufflepuff girl.
"You're lucky, Tatiana." the girl beside Letitia gushed dreamily while craning her neck to get a better look at Draco. "Draco's a fifth year, not to mention handsome. I also hear that his mother really likes you and even invited you to vacation with them to Morocco over the summer."
"Shut it, Carmen!" Letitia snapped at the brown haired girl.
Carmen mumbled something sulkily and turned away from them. Thankfully, Paulina engaged Letitia in a conversation and she seemed to have forgotten about her question.
Ingrid started telling her about getting a new owl she bought over the holidays while Anya's eyes restlessly wandered around the great hall. Through the gap between Letitia and Carmen, she caught a glimpse of Harry seated in the Gryffindor table across the hall. He was beside Padma Patil's twin sister whom Anya has never spoken to, although Padma was an acquaintance. A wave of irritation poured over Anya towards the pretty girl she didn't know. Anya remembered that the girl even went to the Yule ball with Harry last year. Paulina told her, because she herself wasn't there. She went to Switzerland, instead with her father. Draco did invite her though, but as Anya left, he ended up with Pansy Parkinson.
"Tatiana! Are you even listening?" Ingrid demanded. "Who are you looking at?"
Anya dragged her eyes away from Harry's now smiling to face. She turned to Ingrid, forcing herself to listen to another anecdote she was telling her. With resolve, she was determined to push further thoughts of Harry Potter out of her head, at least until tonight when everyone else is asleep and there's nobody to notice.
"You know, my parents seriously considered not sending me back to Hogwarts this year." Letitia Lothaire confessed to them once they were back in their dormitory. "But they eventually changed their mind."
"I wish they hadn't." Anya mumbled, the silk nightgown she pulled over her head muffling her voice so nobody heard her. She has had it with every one of them being so bitchy. All through the start-of-term feast, Letitia, Carmen, Paulina and even Ingrid have not stop talking about how Dumbledore is getting senile and how attention-hungry Harry Potter is. Anya happened to like Dumbledore. Her father holds a high position in the ministry and she has seen Dumbledore in ministry gatherings her whole life. He always seemed like a kindly old grandfatherly type to Anya. And no matter what, she just couldn't believe that Harry Potter was as foul as they say. She doubts that he likes all the attention he gets for being who he is. Normally, she would've loved to reply angrily to Letitia's mean gossiping and shut her up, but they were in the Slytherin table and most of the Slytherin thought along the lines with Letitia. Knowing her, she'd rally all of them against Anya and call her a muggle-lover, like 'that-old-fool' Dumbledore. That's what she said to her that last year when they had a major row because of Anya's defense of Dumbledore. "Harry Potter shouldn't have been allowed back." said Carmen, flopping onto her large four poster bed. "He conjured up all this trouble just to get noticed. But he's always been Dumbledore's favorite." "The Ministry should've gotten involved." Paulina said changing into her pajamas. "They have." Anya said tonelessly, finally joining in the conversation. "That's why my father allowed me to back, otherwise, he would've sent me to Beauxbatons." "Oh, yes," Ingrid said, her face dawning in comprehension. "Your Auntie Delores works for the Ministry, right? They sent her here!"` "She's not really my aunt." Anya informed her, shuddering. "She just instructed me to call her that to get in good graces with my father."
"Beauxbatons?" Letitia said with disdain. "Ran by the half-breed? I would much rather go to Durmstrang." "Ran by the Death Eater?" Anya retorted harshly. She has a distant cousin who goes to Beauxbatons and he has nothing but praise for Madame Maxime, despite her ambiguous parentage. Anya also thought that Hagrid was really cool and it really irks her when people refer to him as a 'half-breed'. They were fools for doing that, every single one of them. And Letitia is the biggest fool of all. Carmen gaped at Anya and turned to Letita, waiting for her reaction. Ingrid coughed uncomfortably, knowing that a quarrel was inevitable. Letitia's cold gray eyes narrowed once more as they usually do when she's mad. "Next time, try saying something like that in the common room." Anya stared at her silently. No one ever speaks of it but all of them are aware that there are students among their house with Death Eaters for parents. And Anya would never dream of saying that in the common room where they can hear her. "Tatiana," Paulina began with false cheerfulness to ward of the hostility looming over them. "Draco was ever so sweet to walk you to our dormitory, don't you think so?" Anya shrugged her shoulders while watching Letita out of the corner of her eye. Her face turned sour at what Paulina said. She got into bed and pulled the green drapes close without another word. Anya smirked with pleasure despite herself. She may not like Draco but she likes how his attention to her bothers Letitia. "Next Hogsmead weekend I'll no longer allow you to use me as an excuse not to go with him." Ingrid whispered to her so Carmen and Letitia wouldn't overhear. "That is if he even asks you again." "I don't understand why you're not jumping for joy over the fact the he likes you." Paulina told her a little more loudly. Carmen stopped in the act of brushing her short, stylish hair that looked as if it belonged on the cover of one of those Muggle beauty magazines that Anya reads. Turning to Paulina she said, "I saw some sixth year boys ogling at her when she passed the common room. Maybe she's hoping to snag somebody older." "Just remember Tatiana," Carmen said rather tactlessly. "When you were still scrawny and ugly Draco already fancied you." Anya stared at her, unsure on how to react. Ingrid and Paulina muffled their giggles in their pillows. "And I can't imagine why." Paulina agreed flashing a sheepish, apologetic grin at Anya. "He must have a Seer's blood." They all burst laughing, holding on to the bedposts to keep from keeling over. Anya shot them a look that would've been formidable if only her eyes weren't watering with mirth. "Sweet Dreams, girls." She called, climbing over her own bed and closing the drapes. She could still hear Paulina and Carmen chatting an hour later while she lay in bed wide-awake fantasizing about a pair of smiling vivid green eyes looking into her own.
Anya heard her name being called the moment she walked into the great hall with Draco and his friends, Crabbe and Goyle. She was forced to sit with them in their compartment for the remainder of their journey and also in the horseless carriage. She has had enough of Draco's narcissism and Crabbe and Goyle's stupid ass kissing. She needed to get away, fast.
"I'll be joining my friends, now." Anya told Draco, gesturing to a group of girls waving for her to join them. She walked briskly along the length of the Slytherin table not even waiting for Draco's reply.
"Hello, Ingrid!" Tatiana beamed sitting beside a rather plump blonde girl. "You hardly wrote over the summer, Paulina." she added, a little reproachfully to a tall, thin girl with curly auburn hair that was seated on her other side. She was considerably pretty, in a haughty sort of way .
Paulina opened her mouth to reply but another girl seated across them interrupted her.
"Were you with Draco Malfoy the whole time in Howarts express?" a coldly beautiful girl asked her with a slight trace of jealousy in her voice. "Is that why you didn't join us in our compartment?" She flipped her long, corn silk hair over her shoulder, her eyes narrowing into gray slits as she waited for Anya to reply.
"Hello, Letitia." Anya said tensely.
Anya and Letitia Lothaire shared lots of common friends and they even shared a dormitory. Because of the circumstances, they were almost always together but they're not chummy with each other. Most of the time, Anya thought she was tolerable enough, but not when she gets into these sulky moods, like the one she was in now. It usually happens when Draco Malfoy is around. Letitia has had a major crush on Draco for ages. He, on the other hand barely acknowledges her existence, he was too caught up with Anya to notice other girls. Another reason for Letitia to envy and ultimately dislike Anya, who was also the top student in their year while Letitia was only the fifth, after two Ravenclaw boys and a Hufflepuff girl.
"You're lucky, Tatiana." the girl beside Letitia gushed dreamily while craning her neck to get a better look at Draco. "Draco's a fifth year, not to mention handsome. I also hear that his mother really likes you and even invited you to vacation with them to Morocco over the summer."
"Shut it, Carmen!" Letitia snapped at the brown haired girl.
Carmen mumbled something sulkily and turned away from them. Thankfully, Paulina engaged Letitia in a conversation and she seemed to have forgotten about her question.
Ingrid started telling her about getting a new owl she bought over the holidays while Anya's eyes restlessly wandered around the great hall. Through the gap between Letitia and Carmen, she caught a glimpse of Harry seated in the Gryffindor table across the hall. He was beside Padma Patil's twin sister whom Anya has never spoken to, although Padma was an acquaintance. A wave of irritation poured over Anya towards the pretty girl she didn't know. Anya remembered that the girl even went to the Yule ball with Harry last year. Paulina told her, because she herself wasn't there. She went to Switzerland, instead with her father. Draco did invite her though, but as Anya left, he ended up with Pansy Parkinson.
"Tatiana! Are you even listening?" Ingrid demanded. "Who are you looking at?"
Anya dragged her eyes away from Harry's now smiling to face. She turned to Ingrid, forcing herself to listen to another anecdote she was telling her. With resolve, she was determined to push further thoughts of Harry Potter out of her head, at least until tonight when everyone else is asleep and there's nobody to notice.
"You know, my parents seriously considered not sending me back to Hogwarts this year." Letitia Lothaire confessed to them once they were back in their dormitory. "But they eventually changed their mind."
"I wish they hadn't." Anya mumbled, the silk nightgown she pulled over her head muffling her voice so nobody heard her. She has had it with every one of them being so bitchy. All through the start-of-term feast, Letitia, Carmen, Paulina and even Ingrid have not stop talking about how Dumbledore is getting senile and how attention-hungry Harry Potter is. Anya happened to like Dumbledore. Her father holds a high position in the ministry and she has seen Dumbledore in ministry gatherings her whole life. He always seemed like a kindly old grandfatherly type to Anya. And no matter what, she just couldn't believe that Harry Potter was as foul as they say. She doubts that he likes all the attention he gets for being who he is. Normally, she would've loved to reply angrily to Letitia's mean gossiping and shut her up, but they were in the Slytherin table and most of the Slytherin thought along the lines with Letitia. Knowing her, she'd rally all of them against Anya and call her a muggle-lover, like 'that-old-fool' Dumbledore. That's what she said to her that last year when they had a major row because of Anya's defense of Dumbledore. "Harry Potter shouldn't have been allowed back." said Carmen, flopping onto her large four poster bed. "He conjured up all this trouble just to get noticed. But he's always been Dumbledore's favorite." "The Ministry should've gotten involved." Paulina said changing into her pajamas. "They have." Anya said tonelessly, finally joining in the conversation. "That's why my father allowed me to back, otherwise, he would've sent me to Beauxbatons." "Oh, yes," Ingrid said, her face dawning in comprehension. "Your Auntie Delores works for the Ministry, right? They sent her here!"` "She's not really my aunt." Anya informed her, shuddering. "She just instructed me to call her that to get in good graces with my father."
"Beauxbatons?" Letitia said with disdain. "Ran by the half-breed? I would much rather go to Durmstrang." "Ran by the Death Eater?" Anya retorted harshly. She has a distant cousin who goes to Beauxbatons and he has nothing but praise for Madame Maxime, despite her ambiguous parentage. Anya also thought that Hagrid was really cool and it really irks her when people refer to him as a 'half-breed'. They were fools for doing that, every single one of them. And Letitia is the biggest fool of all. Carmen gaped at Anya and turned to Letita, waiting for her reaction. Ingrid coughed uncomfortably, knowing that a quarrel was inevitable. Letitia's cold gray eyes narrowed once more as they usually do when she's mad. "Next time, try saying something like that in the common room." Anya stared at her silently. No one ever speaks of it but all of them are aware that there are students among their house with Death Eaters for parents. And Anya would never dream of saying that in the common room where they can hear her. "Tatiana," Paulina began with false cheerfulness to ward of the hostility looming over them. "Draco was ever so sweet to walk you to our dormitory, don't you think so?" Anya shrugged her shoulders while watching Letita out of the corner of her eye. Her face turned sour at what Paulina said. She got into bed and pulled the green drapes close without another word. Anya smirked with pleasure despite herself. She may not like Draco but she likes how his attention to her bothers Letitia. "Next Hogsmead weekend I'll no longer allow you to use me as an excuse not to go with him." Ingrid whispered to her so Carmen and Letitia wouldn't overhear. "That is if he even asks you again." "I don't understand why you're not jumping for joy over the fact the he likes you." Paulina told her a little more loudly. Carmen stopped in the act of brushing her short, stylish hair that looked as if it belonged on the cover of one of those Muggle beauty magazines that Anya reads. Turning to Paulina she said, "I saw some sixth year boys ogling at her when she passed the common room. Maybe she's hoping to snag somebody older." "Just remember Tatiana," Carmen said rather tactlessly. "When you were still scrawny and ugly Draco already fancied you." Anya stared at her, unsure on how to react. Ingrid and Paulina muffled their giggles in their pillows. "And I can't imagine why." Paulina agreed flashing a sheepish, apologetic grin at Anya. "He must have a Seer's blood." They all burst laughing, holding on to the bedposts to keep from keeling over. Anya shot them a look that would've been formidable if only her eyes weren't watering with mirth. "Sweet Dreams, girls." She called, climbing over her own bed and closing the drapes. She could still hear Paulina and Carmen chatting an hour later while she lay in bed wide-awake fantasizing about a pair of smiling vivid green eyes looking into her own.
