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Kacie entered Quality Quidditch Supplies and looked around. It had been a while since she had been in there, and even though she didn't need anything in there, she still liked to look around. She spotted a broom servicing kit and looked at it.
While looking at the kit, someone ran into her. Judging by the force he had hit her with, he had been pushed. Once the kid rolled off her, she stood up, helping him up as well.
"Sorry 'bout that," he mumbled, picking up his round glasses from the floor and fixing them hastily back on his face.
Kacie took in his looks. He wore a pair of khakis with a blue shirt tucked in them; a blue flannel shirt completed the look. His black hair was messed up and his green eyes stared back at her for a moment before he had his glasses back on.
"No problem," she said. She picked up the kit that had fallen. It had opened, and the bottle of polish had broken. "Guess I'll have to pay for this then."
The boy looked willing to help. "I could give you money for it," he offered, pulling out two Sickles and showing them to her.
She held up her hand. "No thanks. I have enough money here."
Kacie dug into her own pockets, pulling out her own two Sickles. She shoved them back into her jeans' pocket once he had seen them. She stuffed the box under her arm and looked in the direction he had come from. "Not to be rude, but why'd you run into me in the first place?"
The boy looked in the direction she was looking. "My friend was pushed into me, and I fell further than he did. Sorry."
She smiled and shrugged. "No problem," she repeated. "Who pushed your friend?"
"His name's Draco Malfoy. He hasn't liked me or my friends since our first year at Hogwarts."
"Ah, I know him. He's been following me," Kacie said before she headed in the direction which the boy had fallen from.
She pushed her way through a small crowd of students holding various packages. In the middle of the circle was Draco Malfoy himself, a girl with a lot of brown hair and a boy with many freckles and flaming red hair opposing him. Draco was holding out his wand, aiming it at the boy and girl. He seemed to be threatening them.
"Think you're smart do you? Well, we'll see how smart you are with a wand pointed at you." There was a pause."What's wrong Granger? Weasley?" he said, looking from one to the other. "Scared? And I thought you'd be tougher than this. Just shows how pathetic and worthless you are."
With his last line, a few people burst into laughter. They weren't many, but it was enough to encourage Malfoy. He smirked, waving his wand threateningly.
"So, now that Potter's out of the way, you're scared again. That was predictable. You need bloody Potter to have courage to stand up for yourselves, huh?" With that line, the boy made a move to stop him. Kacie, however, held him back. He gave her a quizzical look, and she simply smiled back.
"Well Weasley, look at it this way. With you gone, maybe your family can finally afford some of the stuff they need. Maybe they can even get a decent house."
The red haired boy's face became as red as his hair. He took a step toward Malfoy, hands clenched, but Malfoy only raised his wand higher. "Gonna try and take me Weasley? Well go on then, let's see you try it."
The same crowd that had laughed before laughed again. Malfoy's smile widened. "I see how it is now. You cower under the threat of being hit by a spell."
"And you cower under your father."
Malfoy turned to face the part of the crowd where the interruption had come from. His eyes fell on a girl right in front of Kacie, and his face darkened. "Think you know about my father, do you Patil? Tell me then, tell me about my father."
He kept his want on the girl and boy, but faced the girl. Kacie could tell she must've looked surprised because she stuttered, trying to find words.
"Your father works for the Ministry of Magic as a school governer. Like you, he hates all witches and wizards that are half-blood or Muggle-born. You fear him most of anyone due to his past relations with wizards. And oh yeah, he -does- have a dark past of relations."
Kacie came out from behind the girl and stood, arms crossed, smirking at Malfoy. "I believe that you weren't to cause any more trouble again, weren't you? Don't tell me I need to tell your father," she said, smirking wider at the look of pure terror that now covered his pale pointed face.
"You. It was you that said that. And not....." he left off, the hand that didn't grip his wand now shaking. His other hand was now gripping the wand so hard that his knuckles were white.
"That's right. Now tell me, -do- I have to tell him?" Kacie asked him, all the more confident that he wouldn't take this any further.
She was right. He lowered his wand and turned his entire body to face her. He glared at her, but didn't say anything. "That's what I thought too," she replied. She waved at the boy and girl, and smiled at the boy who had run into her. "Good-bye Harry. Nice meeting you."
With that, Kacie led Malfoy to the front of the store and to the counter. She paid for the broom servicing kit and left the store. She shoved the kit into Malfoy's chest and walked away.
Malfoy stared at her with utter disbelief. He looked down at the kit and back at her as she steadily made her way through the crowded street. He chased after her, pushing through people to get to her. His eyes never left her back while he followed her.
Soon he found himself outside Madam Malkin's Robes for All Occassions. There he saw Kacie meet up with an older woman, who he figured to be her mother, a girl with black hair, and a girl with blonde hair.
Once his eyes landed on the blonde girl, he felt his legs grow weaker. She was stunningly beautiful. The girl smiled at Kacie and laughed. She seemed to be radiating beauty. Now it seemed as though nothing else mattered. Not even the fact that he was to be finishing his school shopping.
He could feel his mind wipe away any troubling thoughts as his eyes refused to tear away. He felt the weight of the kit lessen. He blinked, and noticed that the girl was now leading Kacie into the shop.
When she disappeared into the shop, his mind recovered completely and the weight of the kit once again filled his arms. He shook his head and followed them in. He still had unfinished business with Kacie, and the sooner he settled it, the better.
He was soon rushed to a stool by a witch and she hastily took the kit away from him. She set it on a table and began fixing a robe around him. He really didn't need new robes, but he let her continue, and his eyes fell once again on the blonde girl.
Yet again he felt his body weight lessen. He noticed this time, though, that she shared similar facial features with Kacie. He also took notice to the fact that her eyes were brown. She was -really- beautiful. 'She must be a veela' he thought. But he shook his head, tossing the thought from his mind. She couldn't be. Not unless Kacie was one, since it appeared as though Kacie and this girl were sisters.
When the witch was done with him, he paid for his robes and left. Kacie hadn't been done, so he waited for her right outside the door. When she finally did come out, he stepped in front of her.
"Why'd you give this to me?" he inquired, a bit of anger detectable in his voice.
She pushed past him, but he didn't let her go that easily. "Answer me."
She turned to face him. "I didn't do it because I like you. I did it because I didn't need it. Now leave me alone."
He glared at her as she left, but oddly, he felt different. He didn't know how, he just did.
Kacie entered Quality Quidditch Supplies and looked around. It had been a while since she had been in there, and even though she didn't need anything in there, she still liked to look around. She spotted a broom servicing kit and looked at it.
While looking at the kit, someone ran into her. Judging by the force he had hit her with, he had been pushed. Once the kid rolled off her, she stood up, helping him up as well.
"Sorry 'bout that," he mumbled, picking up his round glasses from the floor and fixing them hastily back on his face.
Kacie took in his looks. He wore a pair of khakis with a blue shirt tucked in them; a blue flannel shirt completed the look. His black hair was messed up and his green eyes stared back at her for a moment before he had his glasses back on.
"No problem," she said. She picked up the kit that had fallen. It had opened, and the bottle of polish had broken. "Guess I'll have to pay for this then."
The boy looked willing to help. "I could give you money for it," he offered, pulling out two Sickles and showing them to her.
She held up her hand. "No thanks. I have enough money here."
Kacie dug into her own pockets, pulling out her own two Sickles. She shoved them back into her jeans' pocket once he had seen them. She stuffed the box under her arm and looked in the direction he had come from. "Not to be rude, but why'd you run into me in the first place?"
The boy looked in the direction she was looking. "My friend was pushed into me, and I fell further than he did. Sorry."
She smiled and shrugged. "No problem," she repeated. "Who pushed your friend?"
"His name's Draco Malfoy. He hasn't liked me or my friends since our first year at Hogwarts."
"Ah, I know him. He's been following me," Kacie said before she headed in the direction which the boy had fallen from.
She pushed her way through a small crowd of students holding various packages. In the middle of the circle was Draco Malfoy himself, a girl with a lot of brown hair and a boy with many freckles and flaming red hair opposing him. Draco was holding out his wand, aiming it at the boy and girl. He seemed to be threatening them.
"Think you're smart do you? Well, we'll see how smart you are with a wand pointed at you." There was a pause."What's wrong Granger? Weasley?" he said, looking from one to the other. "Scared? And I thought you'd be tougher than this. Just shows how pathetic and worthless you are."
With his last line, a few people burst into laughter. They weren't many, but it was enough to encourage Malfoy. He smirked, waving his wand threateningly.
"So, now that Potter's out of the way, you're scared again. That was predictable. You need bloody Potter to have courage to stand up for yourselves, huh?" With that line, the boy made a move to stop him. Kacie, however, held him back. He gave her a quizzical look, and she simply smiled back.
"Well Weasley, look at it this way. With you gone, maybe your family can finally afford some of the stuff they need. Maybe they can even get a decent house."
The red haired boy's face became as red as his hair. He took a step toward Malfoy, hands clenched, but Malfoy only raised his wand higher. "Gonna try and take me Weasley? Well go on then, let's see you try it."
The same crowd that had laughed before laughed again. Malfoy's smile widened. "I see how it is now. You cower under the threat of being hit by a spell."
"And you cower under your father."
Malfoy turned to face the part of the crowd where the interruption had come from. His eyes fell on a girl right in front of Kacie, and his face darkened. "Think you know about my father, do you Patil? Tell me then, tell me about my father."
He kept his want on the girl and boy, but faced the girl. Kacie could tell she must've looked surprised because she stuttered, trying to find words.
"Your father works for the Ministry of Magic as a school governer. Like you, he hates all witches and wizards that are half-blood or Muggle-born. You fear him most of anyone due to his past relations with wizards. And oh yeah, he -does- have a dark past of relations."
Kacie came out from behind the girl and stood, arms crossed, smirking at Malfoy. "I believe that you weren't to cause any more trouble again, weren't you? Don't tell me I need to tell your father," she said, smirking wider at the look of pure terror that now covered his pale pointed face.
"You. It was you that said that. And not....." he left off, the hand that didn't grip his wand now shaking. His other hand was now gripping the wand so hard that his knuckles were white.
"That's right. Now tell me, -do- I have to tell him?" Kacie asked him, all the more confident that he wouldn't take this any further.
She was right. He lowered his wand and turned his entire body to face her. He glared at her, but didn't say anything. "That's what I thought too," she replied. She waved at the boy and girl, and smiled at the boy who had run into her. "Good-bye Harry. Nice meeting you."
With that, Kacie led Malfoy to the front of the store and to the counter. She paid for the broom servicing kit and left the store. She shoved the kit into Malfoy's chest and walked away.
Malfoy stared at her with utter disbelief. He looked down at the kit and back at her as she steadily made her way through the crowded street. He chased after her, pushing through people to get to her. His eyes never left her back while he followed her.
Soon he found himself outside Madam Malkin's Robes for All Occassions. There he saw Kacie meet up with an older woman, who he figured to be her mother, a girl with black hair, and a girl with blonde hair.
Once his eyes landed on the blonde girl, he felt his legs grow weaker. She was stunningly beautiful. The girl smiled at Kacie and laughed. She seemed to be radiating beauty. Now it seemed as though nothing else mattered. Not even the fact that he was to be finishing his school shopping.
He could feel his mind wipe away any troubling thoughts as his eyes refused to tear away. He felt the weight of the kit lessen. He blinked, and noticed that the girl was now leading Kacie into the shop.
When she disappeared into the shop, his mind recovered completely and the weight of the kit once again filled his arms. He shook his head and followed them in. He still had unfinished business with Kacie, and the sooner he settled it, the better.
He was soon rushed to a stool by a witch and she hastily took the kit away from him. She set it on a table and began fixing a robe around him. He really didn't need new robes, but he let her continue, and his eyes fell once again on the blonde girl.
Yet again he felt his body weight lessen. He noticed this time, though, that she shared similar facial features with Kacie. He also took notice to the fact that her eyes were brown. She was -really- beautiful. 'She must be a veela' he thought. But he shook his head, tossing the thought from his mind. She couldn't be. Not unless Kacie was one, since it appeared as though Kacie and this girl were sisters.
When the witch was done with him, he paid for his robes and left. Kacie hadn't been done, so he waited for her right outside the door. When she finally did come out, he stepped in front of her.
"Why'd you give this to me?" he inquired, a bit of anger detectable in his voice.
She pushed past him, but he didn't let her go that easily. "Answer me."
She turned to face him. "I didn't do it because I like you. I did it because I didn't need it. Now leave me alone."
He glared at her as she left, but oddly, he felt different. He didn't know how, he just did.