Chapter Seven
"I wonder what would happen if I threw this at you?" Georgie was sitting with her feet on her trunk, holding a miniscule ball of silver flames between her fingers. She made a violent throwing motion directed at Angelina, but never let go of the marble sized flames. "I would burn and die," Angelina replied sarcastically. She was leaning back into the train bench trying different Berty Bott's Every Flavored Beans that Ron handed to her. "Ooh! Try this one!" he'd cried out once, handing Angelina a bright pink bean. Slowly and suspiciously Angelina had popped the bean into her mouth. "URGH!" she'd yelled, spitting the bean across the compartment. "That was positively vile! Ugh! What was that one!" Ron shrugged. "You tell me," he'd said, grinning. "Erg! It tasted like vomit! Uuuuhk!" Angelina had stuck her tongue out in a disgusted manner. Ron had started laughing before tossing another bean into his mouth. "Mmmm! Tastes like peach cobbler!" Angelina had glared at him with narrowed eyes. Now Angelina slyly watched Georgie, keeping her eyes on the ball of flames in her hand. Georgie raised her eyebrows, ever grinning, as she held up the flames yet again. "Don't you dare," Angelina warned. But Georgie threw it anyway. The silver flames burst against the back of the seat, swallowing Angelina and Ron in a wave of icy cold fire. But just as soon as the flames emerged they subsided, leaving Ron and Angelina covered in black soot. "You should have seen your faces!" Georgie cried, slapping her knee with her hand. "Oh that was classic! I wish I had a camera!" But Angelina and Ron did not share Georgie's laughter, and they sat there glaring at her. "What?" she said sheepishly. "You have to admit that was pretty exciting; almost like the first time you go on one of those huge roller coasters!" "Exhilarating," Angelina replied sarcastically. "What's a roller coaster?" Ron asked, looking dumbfounded. "I'll explain later," Georgie said before Hermionie could begin a long lecture on the history of a roller coaster. "Well, well, well, if it isn't Potter and the rest of the gang. Everyone turned in surprise only to find an unpleasant scene. Draco Malfoy and his two cronies had just entered the compartment to come and see what mischief they could cause about Harry, something they did almost every year. "Malfoy," Harry said behind clenched teeth. The joyful air in the compartment was vanquished as almost everyone became tense and Draco smirked in his peevish way. Angelina felt her heart stop. She'd been sitting there gobsmacked from the moment Draco had slid open the compartment door and stepped inside, and now her mind raced as she thought of a million things at once. How gorgeous Draco looked, how much she wanted to just wrap her arms around him and never let him go, how much soot she was drenched in, how Georgie looked like she was going to become homicidal at any moment, things like that. She sat there, feeling stupider and stupider by the minute, and watched as Draco took a step forth. "I hear your father's not doing too good at the ministry, Weasley," he said to Ron, ever smirking. "I hear he hasn't been getting paid since he was in the hospital last year. How does you're huge family survive?" Out of the corner of her eye Angelina saw Ron's hand clench into a fist, and Ginny's brow narrow in fury. "I've heard you've had to start living off your own toenails back at home," Draco continued. "Because your mudblood loving father can't afford diddly- squat. But I guess that doesn't matter as your fat ass mum can't cook anyway! So Weasley, enjoying your toenail clippings?" "Shut it Malfoy or I'll make you choke on those words!" Ron said as calmly as he could, the rage boiling up inside him. Draco laughed. "I'd like to see you try," he said, his grin growing wider. Angelina was worried Ron really was going to start a fight, and she had no other idea of what to do so she hesitantly stood up and cleared her throat.
"For your information, Malfoy, Ron's father is doing very well at work," she glanced down at Ron who was staring at her in surprise. But Angelina continued, ever gathering her courage. "His mum happens to be a superb cook, and the only reason you're in here making up stories about them is because your jealous. Now do you need me to show you to the door, or do you think you can find it on your own?" Everyone gaped at Angelina, including Draco, Crabe, and Goyle. After a few moments silence Draco regained his coolness and said, "Sticking up for Weasley? You could have done much better than him." And with a final smirk he turned on his heal and left the compartment, Crabe and Goyle slouching off after him. Angelina sat back down feeling confused and empowered at the same time. She'd just told Draco off and he'd actually went away! But still his final words made her wonder; what had he meant by "You could have done much better than him"? "And I thought he would never leave," Hermionie said, her smile returning. "Yeah, thanks for that," Ron said slowly; he seemed disappointed that he hadn't been able to hit Draco in the face. Angelina shrugged as if to say "Any time", but as the others began to talk and laugh again she sat there feeling rather.well.empty.
"I wonder what would happen if I threw this at you?" Georgie was sitting with her feet on her trunk, holding a miniscule ball of silver flames between her fingers. She made a violent throwing motion directed at Angelina, but never let go of the marble sized flames. "I would burn and die," Angelina replied sarcastically. She was leaning back into the train bench trying different Berty Bott's Every Flavored Beans that Ron handed to her. "Ooh! Try this one!" he'd cried out once, handing Angelina a bright pink bean. Slowly and suspiciously Angelina had popped the bean into her mouth. "URGH!" she'd yelled, spitting the bean across the compartment. "That was positively vile! Ugh! What was that one!" Ron shrugged. "You tell me," he'd said, grinning. "Erg! It tasted like vomit! Uuuuhk!" Angelina had stuck her tongue out in a disgusted manner. Ron had started laughing before tossing another bean into his mouth. "Mmmm! Tastes like peach cobbler!" Angelina had glared at him with narrowed eyes. Now Angelina slyly watched Georgie, keeping her eyes on the ball of flames in her hand. Georgie raised her eyebrows, ever grinning, as she held up the flames yet again. "Don't you dare," Angelina warned. But Georgie threw it anyway. The silver flames burst against the back of the seat, swallowing Angelina and Ron in a wave of icy cold fire. But just as soon as the flames emerged they subsided, leaving Ron and Angelina covered in black soot. "You should have seen your faces!" Georgie cried, slapping her knee with her hand. "Oh that was classic! I wish I had a camera!" But Angelina and Ron did not share Georgie's laughter, and they sat there glaring at her. "What?" she said sheepishly. "You have to admit that was pretty exciting; almost like the first time you go on one of those huge roller coasters!" "Exhilarating," Angelina replied sarcastically. "What's a roller coaster?" Ron asked, looking dumbfounded. "I'll explain later," Georgie said before Hermionie could begin a long lecture on the history of a roller coaster. "Well, well, well, if it isn't Potter and the rest of the gang. Everyone turned in surprise only to find an unpleasant scene. Draco Malfoy and his two cronies had just entered the compartment to come and see what mischief they could cause about Harry, something they did almost every year. "Malfoy," Harry said behind clenched teeth. The joyful air in the compartment was vanquished as almost everyone became tense and Draco smirked in his peevish way. Angelina felt her heart stop. She'd been sitting there gobsmacked from the moment Draco had slid open the compartment door and stepped inside, and now her mind raced as she thought of a million things at once. How gorgeous Draco looked, how much she wanted to just wrap her arms around him and never let him go, how much soot she was drenched in, how Georgie looked like she was going to become homicidal at any moment, things like that. She sat there, feeling stupider and stupider by the minute, and watched as Draco took a step forth. "I hear your father's not doing too good at the ministry, Weasley," he said to Ron, ever smirking. "I hear he hasn't been getting paid since he was in the hospital last year. How does you're huge family survive?" Out of the corner of her eye Angelina saw Ron's hand clench into a fist, and Ginny's brow narrow in fury. "I've heard you've had to start living off your own toenails back at home," Draco continued. "Because your mudblood loving father can't afford diddly- squat. But I guess that doesn't matter as your fat ass mum can't cook anyway! So Weasley, enjoying your toenail clippings?" "Shut it Malfoy or I'll make you choke on those words!" Ron said as calmly as he could, the rage boiling up inside him. Draco laughed. "I'd like to see you try," he said, his grin growing wider. Angelina was worried Ron really was going to start a fight, and she had no other idea of what to do so she hesitantly stood up and cleared her throat.
"For your information, Malfoy, Ron's father is doing very well at work," she glanced down at Ron who was staring at her in surprise. But Angelina continued, ever gathering her courage. "His mum happens to be a superb cook, and the only reason you're in here making up stories about them is because your jealous. Now do you need me to show you to the door, or do you think you can find it on your own?" Everyone gaped at Angelina, including Draco, Crabe, and Goyle. After a few moments silence Draco regained his coolness and said, "Sticking up for Weasley? You could have done much better than him." And with a final smirk he turned on his heal and left the compartment, Crabe and Goyle slouching off after him. Angelina sat back down feeling confused and empowered at the same time. She'd just told Draco off and he'd actually went away! But still his final words made her wonder; what had he meant by "You could have done much better than him"? "And I thought he would never leave," Hermionie said, her smile returning. "Yeah, thanks for that," Ron said slowly; he seemed disappointed that he hadn't been able to hit Draco in the face. Angelina shrugged as if to say "Any time", but as the others began to talk and laugh again she sat there feeling rather.well.empty.