Groaning as the sun slowly came through the windows, Ginny slowly woke up.
"What time is it? Or for that matter, what day?"
An answering groan came from the bed on her right. "I do believe that it is a very unhappy Monday, and that it is September 6. HOLY CRAP! It's September the sixth! Up, up!" Bronwyn's voice started out groggily, but when she realized that it was the first day of school, it was total chaos.
Rushing around the dorm, the four girls dressed and primped for the first day of school.
"Where's my hair tie?" shouted Bronwyn. "Aw hell. I'll just have to go without today."
With that said, she ran out of the bathroom, struggling to snap a black laced bracelet on.
"Shit! Bron' I need to borrow a shirt of yours!" yelled Ginny from somewhere by the closet.
"Fine! Fine! But you might want to pick one that's in the left lower drawer! They're all my tight ones. The others would fall off. Hell, I bet they wouldn't though. You aren't a B cup. Knowing you, you might want to take a care for which one you pick. Ah shit! It's 7:34!"
A shriek came from said left lower drawer. "Bronwyn! Do you not have any BRIGHT colors in your wardrobe? Pick - black, black, or AH! Silver!" Ginny grabbed the silver shirt and threw it on, jumping up and down pulling on her shoes.
When the girls were all dressed, to the point that most buttons were buttoned, they raced out of the dorm and down through the common room and halls to the Great Hall for breakfast.
When the sixth years sat down, Natalie got up from her previous seat and joined them. "Nice shirt Gin. Didn't think it was your style though."
Ginny finally LOOKED at the shirt she was wearing. "It's not. It's Bronwyn's - BRONWYN JONES!"
The brunet looked up at her with twinkling eyes. "Yes? I said that you should beware of my clothes."
It was a dark silver shirt, with what seemed to be claw rips across her chest, showing black material underneath. Right underneath, on her stomach was a snow leopard stalking towards them; it's tail twitching and its fangs bloody and bared.
"I DIDN'T KNOW THAT WHAT I PULLED OUT WOULD MAKE ME LOOK LIKE A SERIAL KILLER!" Ginny near shouted at her friend.
Bronwyn looked slightly offended, but hid it quickly. "You asked to borrow my clothing, and you picked it out. Anyway, you need to stretch your horizons."
"STRETCH MY HORIZENS?!? BRON', THIS WAS THE ONLY SHIRT THAT WAS A COLOR OTHER THAN BLACK!"
"I have other colors in there. Navy, green, a bunch of red. I even have a white shirt somewhere."
"YES, I HAVE SEEN IT. AND DO YOU KNOW WHAT IT HAS ON IT?" Ginny continued on with her tirade.
"I really can't remember. It's too small. You can have it if you like." Said Bronwyn, looking slightly nervous.
"IT HAS AN INTOXICATED FAERIE! AN INSCRIPTION GOING ON ABOUT TINKERBELL AND SOMETHING CALLED COKAINE! NOT THAT I KNOW WHAT THAT IS, BUT I AM SURE IT'S SOMETHING LESS THAN REPUTABLE!"
"Why thank you mother. Didn't know you cared. As I see it, you aren't my legal guardian, you didn't give birth to me, you don't have the last name Jones, and you aren't blonde. If you are so offended by my clothes, tell me, and for the Merlin's sake, don't ask to borrow them!"
The two girls continued discussing, or rather bickering, over Ginny's shirt before someone cleared their throat.
"Virginia Annabel Weasley! What on earth have you got on?!" Ron said, face turning red as her reached towards her robes.
"What does it concern you Ronald Roland Weasley? And don't try to button up my robes!"
Bronwyn and Luna exchanged a glance. Natalie snorted. "Ronal Roland?" she asked.
"Well this is all very touching, but I have to get to Charms. I'll see you. And Ginny, I think the color suits you. I think that you would look better than me in that white shirt. So take your pick. We'll discuss this later. Bye Luna, Natalie." Bronwyn got up and left the table, not so much as eating a bite of toast.
As if almost forgetting, she nodded at Ron, Harry, and Hermoine before walking out of the Great Hall, her unbuttoned robes flaring slightly, and her large frame making her stick out from the other students.
Luna and Ginny sighed. They may not have known Bronwyn all that long, but it was obvious she was in a mood, and seeing the Dream Team so early in the morning after a fight would not make her the most pleasant person.
Harry glanced at the doors. "That girl has major issues."
Natalie looked at him sharply. "Don't we all Harry?" she asked him, putting a slight emphasis on his name.
He looked at the dirty blonde. "What's that supposed to mean?" he said.
Luna gave a breezy laugh. "It means that you really shouldn't judge someone on how they dress or act when you first meet them, or see them first thing in the morning. You don't know her, or what has happened to her, or what her life was like before she came here."
~Neither do we in fact~ Luna thought.
Ron looked at Luna, slightly impressed. He hadn't expected her to speak up.
Hermoine looked down her nose. "I don't approve of that shirt Ginny."
Ginny glared. "Who said that you had to? You know, I think I like it. I have to keep my individuality somehow don't I? Being the younger sister of RONALD WEASLEY does do that to someone. And the way you're acting Hermoine, it seems as though you think you can control what I wear."
"Well I am Head Girl. I could get Dumbledore to pass a rule against wearing other clothing underneath of the school robes. I could get a full uniform in place."
"And as Head Boy I could veto that." Looking up, Ginny looked straight into the cold eyes of Draco Malfoy. And beside him was Zabini.
"You would do something like that wouldn't you Malfoy? Just to disturb the peace?" asked Harry contemptuously.
"Only if it kept Weaslette in a shirt like that." He pointed out.
Blaise gave a cold chuckle. "We could all hear your argument across the hall Virginia. And I think that Bron's right. You have a problem with the clothes, don't ask to borrow them." He didn't bother with courtesies, and walked off to his first class.
Natalie shifted uncomfortably. You could've cut the tension between the two parties with a dull butter knife.
"As lovely as this chat has been, I do need to get to my first class. Potions with Hufflepuff." She got up and muttered good-bye to the others before quickly walking out of the room.
Ginny nodded at her brother and his friends. "I think that we should go also. Wouldn't want to be late now would we? Charms' is starting in - oh - 6 minuets."
With a swift bob of her head, she followed the Fourth year.
~*~
When Charms was let out, Bronwyn's long strides quickly took her out of the classroom and into the hall. Scrambling to catch up, Ginny followed.
"Bronwyn!" she called. Finally catching up to her, she gave a small smile. "I'm sorry. You know, you're right. I really do need to stretch my horizons. And I shouldn't let my family's opinions rule what I think all the time."
Bronwyn nodded. "I know. I shouldn't have said some of the things I said. Or have gone storming out of there like a mad bull."
Ginny giggled at the image. Linking arms, they made their way to Transfiguration.
Sitting down, they saved a seat for Luna. When the blonde sat down next to Bronwyn, she gave a satisfied smile. "I knew you couldn't stay made at each other for too long."
They stayed silent as Prof. McGonagall started speaking.
"This year, you will all be given the opportunity to study for Animagus. This is a most difficult and dangerous study, you have been warned. If anyone is interested, you may sign the parchment in the back. I will then decide if you are capable."
She looked each student in the eye. "This is a very serious subject. If anyone is to joke around while taking this course, you shall be asked to leave, and will NOT be allowed to become an Animagus. Now. Please turn to page 518."
Bronwyn's mind wasn't fully on turning the kitten into a basset hound. It was relatively easy once you turned her correctly at least once.
Animagus. To become something else. To take a different form. It was a dream come true for her.
When the class finally ended, many students flocked to the back to sign the sheet of parchment by the door. Bronwyn sighed, and waited for them to leave. She felt a hand on her shoulder.
"Are you going to sign up?" asked Ginny. Bronwyn nodded. "Yeah. I've always wanted to do this, I'm just not sure if I'm good enough. Are you?"
Ginny paused for a moment and thought. "You know, I think I will. Nobody else in my family is. And it'll come in use won't it?" she asked.
"The only thing that I'm wary of is if I turn into a slug of something."
Ginny laughed. "I doubt it. I've heard that the first time hurts though."
Bronwyn burst out laughing. "I advise you look behind you. Do you know what that sounded like? And what's a little pain in the big picture?"
Behind Ginny was the seventh year Transfiguration class. Pansy Parkinson smirked at Ginny. "Your little friend is right. You wouldn't know anything about THAT sort of thing would you? Why would anyone want to touch the littlest Weasel for Merlin's sake?"
Bronwyn grew angry at the hurt in Ginny's eyes. She slowly stood up. "Little? Do I look little to you Pugsly? Personally, I think it's better to have self honor than to have open legs." Here she gave a pointed look. "Have respect for those with more character and class than you."
She glared at Blaise. "What happened to loyalty Zabini?" she asked. Grabbing Ginny by the upper arm, she dragged her over to the parchment.
Signing it she turned around. "Ginny. Take the plunge. Broaden your horizons. What's a little hard work and pain?"
Ginny looked at her incredulously. "A little hard work? A little pain? I have to agree with Harry on something for once. You do have major issues."
Bronwyn raised an eyebrow. "We'll discuss this later." She acted as if she was completely oblivious to the Slytherins and the Ravenclaws who were filling in.
Turning and walking out, and she heard a soft cry.
"Watch it bitch. Wouldn't want your Mudblood lovin' self to touch me."
Bronwyn whirled around. There was Ginny, on the floor, with Draco Malfoy standing over her sneering. And the whole class inside watching what was happening.
She looked around quickly for McGonagall. She wasn't there. Take the plunge eh?
She tiptoed up behind the wiry Slytherin. "And what about this Mudblood's child hmmm?" She picked him up by the collar of his robes. "I thought that I told you to lay off Ginny."
"Who is this Weasley? Your own personal bodyguard?" Draco sneered, his gray eyes ice.
"Just a concerned friend."
"Get your hands off me you fuckin' bitch. These robes cost more than your father makes in a year."
Bronwyn laughed, and the people behind her were surprised at the coldness and hollowness of it. "You know nothing of me. Ask your friend Zabini if it's true later."
She slammed him into the wall by the door. "Listen and listen well. You fuck with me, well; I can restrain myself for so long. You fuck with my friends, pretty boy, and you learn the meaning of pain."
" 'The meaning of pain' which trashy action novel did you get that from?" he scoffed.
She sneered, enough to make any self respecting Malfoy proud. "The same one where you learned the one about 'this cost more than your father makes in a year.'"
She shoved him up higher onto the wall. "So do we have an accord?"
He growled. "Why should I care about what you say Mudblood."
She smiled, showing her incisors. "I could always make this a little more interesting." And pulled her switchblade out of her shirt.
"You agree, and apologize, and I'll make sure your precious Malfoy name has a chance of continuing." She moved the blade down in front of his pants.
"Deal?"
Draco Malfoy looked at her face. ~Dear Merlin this girl must be crazy. ~
"I suppose." She nodded and dropped him. He slid down the wall, and kicked out at her knees.
She jumped and hooked her foot into the small of his back, right next to his spinal cord. (An- trust me. This hurts like hell. You can dislodge and mess up a whole lot of shit with one swift kick.)
"Ah ah. Don't think that's acceptable. Do. It. Now. Malfoy."
He growled. "Weaslette. I am..sorry. Now will you get the fuck off me?"
Bronwyn growled. "Remember what I said Malfoy."
She walked over to Ginny and pulled her up. "Let's blow this joint."
"What?" asked Ginny in confusion. "Never mind Virginia. Never mind."
Blaise Zabini shook his head. "I'm never going to hear the end of this from her. And Draco, you need to learn the meaning of irony. You know that little mare that your mother is so proud of? That's Bronwyn's mare's second foal. Her mother breeds them."
The tall boy snickered at his white blond friend's expression. "Ah. Payback is hell."
Draco sneered. "I should never have told you about that Zabini."
Pansy flounced over. "Drackie. Did you hear what that cold hearted bitch said to me?" she whined.
Blaise and Draco turned to her. Blaise smirked. "I have to agree. You called her little. She isn't. And you are rather...how did she put it? Ah, yes. Open legged."
Pansy looked horror stricken. "But Blaise, surly you don't agree with her? What happened to loyalty?"
He winced. Draco sneered. "Get off me. I took you to the ball in FOURTH year. Surly three years is enough to get the message even through your thick skull? I. Am. Not. Interested. And what's this about loyalty Zabini?" he turned to his friend as they sat down to wait for the Transfiguration professor.
"Ah, um. Well, you see.."
"Out with it man."
"Well. We know each other. Before Hogwarts. My cousin is one of her friends. Next door neighbors actually. Well, as next door as you get with 500 hundred acres in-between mansions. Anyway. We would always stick together, me, Maria, and Bronwyn and Gareth against the hordes of little kids at her barn."
"So you're saying that she expected you to stick by her and not your house."
"Well. Stick up for her more often I guess. It's rather personal. I'll tell you in the room."
Draco nodded. All right.
McGonagall came out of the corner. She was in her cat form, and when she switched forms, she did not look happy.
"If we are all finished with threatening and insulting one another? Let us begin."
IT was going to be a long day.
"What time is it? Or for that matter, what day?"
An answering groan came from the bed on her right. "I do believe that it is a very unhappy Monday, and that it is September 6. HOLY CRAP! It's September the sixth! Up, up!" Bronwyn's voice started out groggily, but when she realized that it was the first day of school, it was total chaos.
Rushing around the dorm, the four girls dressed and primped for the first day of school.
"Where's my hair tie?" shouted Bronwyn. "Aw hell. I'll just have to go without today."
With that said, she ran out of the bathroom, struggling to snap a black laced bracelet on.
"Shit! Bron' I need to borrow a shirt of yours!" yelled Ginny from somewhere by the closet.
"Fine! Fine! But you might want to pick one that's in the left lower drawer! They're all my tight ones. The others would fall off. Hell, I bet they wouldn't though. You aren't a B cup. Knowing you, you might want to take a care for which one you pick. Ah shit! It's 7:34!"
A shriek came from said left lower drawer. "Bronwyn! Do you not have any BRIGHT colors in your wardrobe? Pick - black, black, or AH! Silver!" Ginny grabbed the silver shirt and threw it on, jumping up and down pulling on her shoes.
When the girls were all dressed, to the point that most buttons were buttoned, they raced out of the dorm and down through the common room and halls to the Great Hall for breakfast.
When the sixth years sat down, Natalie got up from her previous seat and joined them. "Nice shirt Gin. Didn't think it was your style though."
Ginny finally LOOKED at the shirt she was wearing. "It's not. It's Bronwyn's - BRONWYN JONES!"
The brunet looked up at her with twinkling eyes. "Yes? I said that you should beware of my clothes."
It was a dark silver shirt, with what seemed to be claw rips across her chest, showing black material underneath. Right underneath, on her stomach was a snow leopard stalking towards them; it's tail twitching and its fangs bloody and bared.
"I DIDN'T KNOW THAT WHAT I PULLED OUT WOULD MAKE ME LOOK LIKE A SERIAL KILLER!" Ginny near shouted at her friend.
Bronwyn looked slightly offended, but hid it quickly. "You asked to borrow my clothing, and you picked it out. Anyway, you need to stretch your horizons."
"STRETCH MY HORIZENS?!? BRON', THIS WAS THE ONLY SHIRT THAT WAS A COLOR OTHER THAN BLACK!"
"I have other colors in there. Navy, green, a bunch of red. I even have a white shirt somewhere."
"YES, I HAVE SEEN IT. AND DO YOU KNOW WHAT IT HAS ON IT?" Ginny continued on with her tirade.
"I really can't remember. It's too small. You can have it if you like." Said Bronwyn, looking slightly nervous.
"IT HAS AN INTOXICATED FAERIE! AN INSCRIPTION GOING ON ABOUT TINKERBELL AND SOMETHING CALLED COKAINE! NOT THAT I KNOW WHAT THAT IS, BUT I AM SURE IT'S SOMETHING LESS THAN REPUTABLE!"
"Why thank you mother. Didn't know you cared. As I see it, you aren't my legal guardian, you didn't give birth to me, you don't have the last name Jones, and you aren't blonde. If you are so offended by my clothes, tell me, and for the Merlin's sake, don't ask to borrow them!"
The two girls continued discussing, or rather bickering, over Ginny's shirt before someone cleared their throat.
"Virginia Annabel Weasley! What on earth have you got on?!" Ron said, face turning red as her reached towards her robes.
"What does it concern you Ronald Roland Weasley? And don't try to button up my robes!"
Bronwyn and Luna exchanged a glance. Natalie snorted. "Ronal Roland?" she asked.
"Well this is all very touching, but I have to get to Charms. I'll see you. And Ginny, I think the color suits you. I think that you would look better than me in that white shirt. So take your pick. We'll discuss this later. Bye Luna, Natalie." Bronwyn got up and left the table, not so much as eating a bite of toast.
As if almost forgetting, she nodded at Ron, Harry, and Hermoine before walking out of the Great Hall, her unbuttoned robes flaring slightly, and her large frame making her stick out from the other students.
Luna and Ginny sighed. They may not have known Bronwyn all that long, but it was obvious she was in a mood, and seeing the Dream Team so early in the morning after a fight would not make her the most pleasant person.
Harry glanced at the doors. "That girl has major issues."
Natalie looked at him sharply. "Don't we all Harry?" she asked him, putting a slight emphasis on his name.
He looked at the dirty blonde. "What's that supposed to mean?" he said.
Luna gave a breezy laugh. "It means that you really shouldn't judge someone on how they dress or act when you first meet them, or see them first thing in the morning. You don't know her, or what has happened to her, or what her life was like before she came here."
~Neither do we in fact~ Luna thought.
Ron looked at Luna, slightly impressed. He hadn't expected her to speak up.
Hermoine looked down her nose. "I don't approve of that shirt Ginny."
Ginny glared. "Who said that you had to? You know, I think I like it. I have to keep my individuality somehow don't I? Being the younger sister of RONALD WEASLEY does do that to someone. And the way you're acting Hermoine, it seems as though you think you can control what I wear."
"Well I am Head Girl. I could get Dumbledore to pass a rule against wearing other clothing underneath of the school robes. I could get a full uniform in place."
"And as Head Boy I could veto that." Looking up, Ginny looked straight into the cold eyes of Draco Malfoy. And beside him was Zabini.
"You would do something like that wouldn't you Malfoy? Just to disturb the peace?" asked Harry contemptuously.
"Only if it kept Weaslette in a shirt like that." He pointed out.
Blaise gave a cold chuckle. "We could all hear your argument across the hall Virginia. And I think that Bron's right. You have a problem with the clothes, don't ask to borrow them." He didn't bother with courtesies, and walked off to his first class.
Natalie shifted uncomfortably. You could've cut the tension between the two parties with a dull butter knife.
"As lovely as this chat has been, I do need to get to my first class. Potions with Hufflepuff." She got up and muttered good-bye to the others before quickly walking out of the room.
Ginny nodded at her brother and his friends. "I think that we should go also. Wouldn't want to be late now would we? Charms' is starting in - oh - 6 minuets."
With a swift bob of her head, she followed the Fourth year.
~*~
When Charms was let out, Bronwyn's long strides quickly took her out of the classroom and into the hall. Scrambling to catch up, Ginny followed.
"Bronwyn!" she called. Finally catching up to her, she gave a small smile. "I'm sorry. You know, you're right. I really do need to stretch my horizons. And I shouldn't let my family's opinions rule what I think all the time."
Bronwyn nodded. "I know. I shouldn't have said some of the things I said. Or have gone storming out of there like a mad bull."
Ginny giggled at the image. Linking arms, they made their way to Transfiguration.
Sitting down, they saved a seat for Luna. When the blonde sat down next to Bronwyn, she gave a satisfied smile. "I knew you couldn't stay made at each other for too long."
They stayed silent as Prof. McGonagall started speaking.
"This year, you will all be given the opportunity to study for Animagus. This is a most difficult and dangerous study, you have been warned. If anyone is interested, you may sign the parchment in the back. I will then decide if you are capable."
She looked each student in the eye. "This is a very serious subject. If anyone is to joke around while taking this course, you shall be asked to leave, and will NOT be allowed to become an Animagus. Now. Please turn to page 518."
Bronwyn's mind wasn't fully on turning the kitten into a basset hound. It was relatively easy once you turned her correctly at least once.
Animagus. To become something else. To take a different form. It was a dream come true for her.
When the class finally ended, many students flocked to the back to sign the sheet of parchment by the door. Bronwyn sighed, and waited for them to leave. She felt a hand on her shoulder.
"Are you going to sign up?" asked Ginny. Bronwyn nodded. "Yeah. I've always wanted to do this, I'm just not sure if I'm good enough. Are you?"
Ginny paused for a moment and thought. "You know, I think I will. Nobody else in my family is. And it'll come in use won't it?" she asked.
"The only thing that I'm wary of is if I turn into a slug of something."
Ginny laughed. "I doubt it. I've heard that the first time hurts though."
Bronwyn burst out laughing. "I advise you look behind you. Do you know what that sounded like? And what's a little pain in the big picture?"
Behind Ginny was the seventh year Transfiguration class. Pansy Parkinson smirked at Ginny. "Your little friend is right. You wouldn't know anything about THAT sort of thing would you? Why would anyone want to touch the littlest Weasel for Merlin's sake?"
Bronwyn grew angry at the hurt in Ginny's eyes. She slowly stood up. "Little? Do I look little to you Pugsly? Personally, I think it's better to have self honor than to have open legs." Here she gave a pointed look. "Have respect for those with more character and class than you."
She glared at Blaise. "What happened to loyalty Zabini?" she asked. Grabbing Ginny by the upper arm, she dragged her over to the parchment.
Signing it she turned around. "Ginny. Take the plunge. Broaden your horizons. What's a little hard work and pain?"
Ginny looked at her incredulously. "A little hard work? A little pain? I have to agree with Harry on something for once. You do have major issues."
Bronwyn raised an eyebrow. "We'll discuss this later." She acted as if she was completely oblivious to the Slytherins and the Ravenclaws who were filling in.
Turning and walking out, and she heard a soft cry.
"Watch it bitch. Wouldn't want your Mudblood lovin' self to touch me."
Bronwyn whirled around. There was Ginny, on the floor, with Draco Malfoy standing over her sneering. And the whole class inside watching what was happening.
She looked around quickly for McGonagall. She wasn't there. Take the plunge eh?
She tiptoed up behind the wiry Slytherin. "And what about this Mudblood's child hmmm?" She picked him up by the collar of his robes. "I thought that I told you to lay off Ginny."
"Who is this Weasley? Your own personal bodyguard?" Draco sneered, his gray eyes ice.
"Just a concerned friend."
"Get your hands off me you fuckin' bitch. These robes cost more than your father makes in a year."
Bronwyn laughed, and the people behind her were surprised at the coldness and hollowness of it. "You know nothing of me. Ask your friend Zabini if it's true later."
She slammed him into the wall by the door. "Listen and listen well. You fuck with me, well; I can restrain myself for so long. You fuck with my friends, pretty boy, and you learn the meaning of pain."
" 'The meaning of pain' which trashy action novel did you get that from?" he scoffed.
She sneered, enough to make any self respecting Malfoy proud. "The same one where you learned the one about 'this cost more than your father makes in a year.'"
She shoved him up higher onto the wall. "So do we have an accord?"
He growled. "Why should I care about what you say Mudblood."
She smiled, showing her incisors. "I could always make this a little more interesting." And pulled her switchblade out of her shirt.
"You agree, and apologize, and I'll make sure your precious Malfoy name has a chance of continuing." She moved the blade down in front of his pants.
"Deal?"
Draco Malfoy looked at her face. ~Dear Merlin this girl must be crazy. ~
"I suppose." She nodded and dropped him. He slid down the wall, and kicked out at her knees.
She jumped and hooked her foot into the small of his back, right next to his spinal cord. (An- trust me. This hurts like hell. You can dislodge and mess up a whole lot of shit with one swift kick.)
"Ah ah. Don't think that's acceptable. Do. It. Now. Malfoy."
He growled. "Weaslette. I am..sorry. Now will you get the fuck off me?"
Bronwyn growled. "Remember what I said Malfoy."
She walked over to Ginny and pulled her up. "Let's blow this joint."
"What?" asked Ginny in confusion. "Never mind Virginia. Never mind."
Blaise Zabini shook his head. "I'm never going to hear the end of this from her. And Draco, you need to learn the meaning of irony. You know that little mare that your mother is so proud of? That's Bronwyn's mare's second foal. Her mother breeds them."
The tall boy snickered at his white blond friend's expression. "Ah. Payback is hell."
Draco sneered. "I should never have told you about that Zabini."
Pansy flounced over. "Drackie. Did you hear what that cold hearted bitch said to me?" she whined.
Blaise and Draco turned to her. Blaise smirked. "I have to agree. You called her little. She isn't. And you are rather...how did she put it? Ah, yes. Open legged."
Pansy looked horror stricken. "But Blaise, surly you don't agree with her? What happened to loyalty?"
He winced. Draco sneered. "Get off me. I took you to the ball in FOURTH year. Surly three years is enough to get the message even through your thick skull? I. Am. Not. Interested. And what's this about loyalty Zabini?" he turned to his friend as they sat down to wait for the Transfiguration professor.
"Ah, um. Well, you see.."
"Out with it man."
"Well. We know each other. Before Hogwarts. My cousin is one of her friends. Next door neighbors actually. Well, as next door as you get with 500 hundred acres in-between mansions. Anyway. We would always stick together, me, Maria, and Bronwyn and Gareth against the hordes of little kids at her barn."
"So you're saying that she expected you to stick by her and not your house."
"Well. Stick up for her more often I guess. It's rather personal. I'll tell you in the room."
Draco nodded. All right.
McGonagall came out of the corner. She was in her cat form, and when she switched forms, she did not look happy.
"If we are all finished with threatening and insulting one another? Let us begin."
IT was going to be a long day.