Chapter 3. Draco Malfoy.
"No, that's not it!" Crabbe said, pushing the toy back at Goyle. "Try again."
Goyle moaned, "This is stupid." He yanked time after time at the little toy, trying to pull the three rings separate. Crabbe had bought this during the summer and delighted over it when he finally figured it out. His brow furrowed with concentration, but no matter how hard he tried to unweave the rings, they would stay stubbornly linked.
"Hand it to me." Came a cool voice. Draco reached out his hand for the toy.
Goyle ducked his head and relinquished the trinket. Draco studied the three interlooped rings. Then a smirk washed over his face. He extracted his wand from the deep folds of his uniform and gave the rings a light tap. They shone briefly and clattered to the floor. Each apart from the next.
"You're not supposed to use magic." Crabbe muttered, as he gathered up his toy.
"Whatever." Draco said, not really caring how the toy was supposed to be used. "Everything's better with magic... For instance."
Draco waved his wand slightly, so no one would see the motion, and sat down in a deep green leather chair. He watched the floor rug intently. Crabbe and Goyle both looked at the green and black area rug, but didn't see anything. They looked at each other and back at Draco. A smirk grew on his face and he leaned calmly back into the chair.
"What's-" Crabbe began.
"SSSHHH." Draco hissed at him. "And both of you quit staring at the carpet, you'll give it away."
"Give what away?" Goyle said, still not comprehending.
"You're both idiots. Now shut up."
They waited in a confused and anticipating silence for what seemed like forever, until a seventh year decided to enter the common room. Crabbe and Goyle stared bold faced at the dark-haired, slim girl. Her green eyes took them in quickly and dismissed them just as fast as just some second-year kids unable to get motivated. She passed them silently, and when her foot landed on the rug, it landed IN the rug. In fact, her leg sank in to her knee. Her emerald eyes flashed anger and surprise. Draco nearly fell from his chair he was laughing so hard. The girl's furious gaze settled ruthlessly on Draco.
"Fix it," she fumed.
Draco tried to calm his laughter so he could at least ask her for the "magic word", but before he could put out his witty remark there was a 11 1/2 inch ebony wand an inch from his face. The girl had released herself in mere seconds. Draco and his cronies were stunned. But, Draco didn't let that show.
"Apologize." She said, not planning on taking prisoners.
"I'm sorry." Draco said, actually displaying some of the emotion in his tone.
"Fix it." She pointed at the still pranked rug.
Draco waved his wand swiftly, "Done."
"Thank you," the girl said pleasantly. She extended her hand, "Calista Black, you are?"
Draco shook her hand, "Malfoy. Draco Malfoy."
"Lucius's boy?"
Draco nodded.
Calista nodded in recognition, "Ah, should've known. Nice trick, but next time, try it on the entrance hall rug... You're bound to catch more students that way."
Draco nodded again, "Thanks for the adivce."
"See ya around kid."
"See ya."
When she was gone, somewhere up the unknown depths of the girl's dormitory, Crabbe and Goyle asked Draco why he had apologized. Draco had never apologized to someone for praking them before.
Draco leaned his blonde head back into the chair, closing his eyes, "Salazar's Rules of Scheming, number 12, 'Never argue with the point of a wand.'"
-=- End. -=-
"No, that's not it!" Crabbe said, pushing the toy back at Goyle. "Try again."
Goyle moaned, "This is stupid." He yanked time after time at the little toy, trying to pull the three rings separate. Crabbe had bought this during the summer and delighted over it when he finally figured it out. His brow furrowed with concentration, but no matter how hard he tried to unweave the rings, they would stay stubbornly linked.
"Hand it to me." Came a cool voice. Draco reached out his hand for the toy.
Goyle ducked his head and relinquished the trinket. Draco studied the three interlooped rings. Then a smirk washed over his face. He extracted his wand from the deep folds of his uniform and gave the rings a light tap. They shone briefly and clattered to the floor. Each apart from the next.
"You're not supposed to use magic." Crabbe muttered, as he gathered up his toy.
"Whatever." Draco said, not really caring how the toy was supposed to be used. "Everything's better with magic... For instance."
Draco waved his wand slightly, so no one would see the motion, and sat down in a deep green leather chair. He watched the floor rug intently. Crabbe and Goyle both looked at the green and black area rug, but didn't see anything. They looked at each other and back at Draco. A smirk grew on his face and he leaned calmly back into the chair.
"What's-" Crabbe began.
"SSSHHH." Draco hissed at him. "And both of you quit staring at the carpet, you'll give it away."
"Give what away?" Goyle said, still not comprehending.
"You're both idiots. Now shut up."
They waited in a confused and anticipating silence for what seemed like forever, until a seventh year decided to enter the common room. Crabbe and Goyle stared bold faced at the dark-haired, slim girl. Her green eyes took them in quickly and dismissed them just as fast as just some second-year kids unable to get motivated. She passed them silently, and when her foot landed on the rug, it landed IN the rug. In fact, her leg sank in to her knee. Her emerald eyes flashed anger and surprise. Draco nearly fell from his chair he was laughing so hard. The girl's furious gaze settled ruthlessly on Draco.
"Fix it," she fumed.
Draco tried to calm his laughter so he could at least ask her for the "magic word", but before he could put out his witty remark there was a 11 1/2 inch ebony wand an inch from his face. The girl had released herself in mere seconds. Draco and his cronies were stunned. But, Draco didn't let that show.
"Apologize." She said, not planning on taking prisoners.
"I'm sorry." Draco said, actually displaying some of the emotion in his tone.
"Fix it." She pointed at the still pranked rug.
Draco waved his wand swiftly, "Done."
"Thank you," the girl said pleasantly. She extended her hand, "Calista Black, you are?"
Draco shook her hand, "Malfoy. Draco Malfoy."
"Lucius's boy?"
Draco nodded.
Calista nodded in recognition, "Ah, should've known. Nice trick, but next time, try it on the entrance hall rug... You're bound to catch more students that way."
Draco nodded again, "Thanks for the adivce."
"See ya around kid."
"See ya."
When she was gone, somewhere up the unknown depths of the girl's dormitory, Crabbe and Goyle asked Draco why he had apologized. Draco had never apologized to someone for praking them before.
Draco leaned his blonde head back into the chair, closing his eyes, "Salazar's Rules of Scheming, number 12, 'Never argue with the point of a wand.'"
-=- End. -=-
