Chapter 3: The Meeting
"What the hell?" I mumbled as I came face to face with some blonde guy.
"Language." was the reply I got. Wait. . .I knew that voice.
"Malfoy?" I asked, backing up to get all of him in my view.
"Unfortunately." he murmured.
"Excuse me?"
"And you are?" he said, changing the subject.
"Aww, don't you recognize the fourth wheel of the dream team? The girl always in Harry Potter's shadow? Ron's kid sister?"
"Sorry. The hair and clothes threw me off. What's with the model look anyway?" he asked.
"What's with the rapper look?" I countered.
"I asked you first." he told me.
"It's my twisted little way of getting out of the golden trio's shadow. Which reminds me. . . I gotta jet. Later Malfoy." I started to walk off.
"And for your information, I don't look like a rapper!" he called after me.
"You are absolutely right. Something's missing. . . Ah! I know!" I immediately thought of the black Eminem hat in my trunk. "Accio hat." My hat appeared in my hand.
"What are you doing?" he asked, eyeing the hat.
"Well, currently you remind me of a thug, which you did anyway. So, since it seems you tried oh so hard to change the feel your appearance give off. . . I'm turnin' ya' into a rapper." I smirked. I placed the hat on his head at an angle. "Later." I said and walked off to Ron's compartment.
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After Weasley left, I continued my rather short walk to the bathroom. Once inside, I checked myself out in the mirror. To my surprise, after the addition of the hat, I didn't recognize myself. This could work out to my advantage. I headed to the compartment Potter and co. are usually in, a plan forming in my mind.
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