Eiliethyia Belerofyn was a quiet, studious young woman. She came from a proud line of Animagi. Though her own blood was pure, she did have relatives that had married muggles. She was one of the few purebloods that didn't care about lineage. The number of pureblood families was getting smaller and smaller. Soon, there would not be enough families that weren't related. It only made sense to marry into non-pure families or even into muggle families. But that was a different story.
Eili's form was that of a small gray cat, with black along her ears, back and tail. She herself was of average height for a girl of 16 and she was rather willowy. Her Greek heritage had tinted her skin with olive and made her look a bit exotic in this world of pale Brits. She had long silken brown hair and deep brown, almost black eyes. That was the one thing that distinguished her from any other cat. When she was in her cat form, her eyes were still that deep almost black shade of brown.
Her quick wit and sharp mind had gotten her sorted into Ravenclaw. Something that had made her family very proud. She was at the beginning of her 6th year now at Hogwart's School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. She had classes with the Golden Trio over the years, though she wasn't in their circle... No, the gentle, quiet girl was almost always on the outside looking in. However that did not mean that she did not know what was going on. She was observant, very observant, however she saw no need to mention what she saw.
She often liked to go outside and become her cat form and go play... people often mistook her for someone's familiar. She'd play in the flowerbeds, chase butterflies and just be carefree... In these dark times, it was necessary to have as much fun as you could. And while she was a cat, no one could tell her she was being immature. She was proud of herself for being so convincing... After all, that was the mark of a great Animagi, when you could fool people into believing you were nothing more than the shape you had taken... However, one day, she found that perhaps she was a little too convincing...
She's been out in the Gardens chasing butterflies, when the resident git and Slytherin Prefect, Draco Malfoy had shown up. She tried to hide herself among the flowers, after all, he was the type that was likely to kick her or torment her just because she was in his way or something like that. She was inclined to believe he didn't like animals, after all, he didn't have a familiar and in her mind, that did not bode well. Besides, every one knew that Draco was just a bad seed. She tried to keep a low profile to avoid possible harm... However, something unexpected happened.
She was now pretending that she didn't notice him and he was sitting on a bench, with his head in his hands... At first she thought nothing of it... and then, she thought she heard soft sobs. Her ears twitched and against her better judgment, she slowly padded over to him. She sat there, looking up at him, wondering why he was sad. She mewed softly and he looked down to her and gently pet her head. She was confused; this was not typical Malfoy behavior at all. She hopped up on the bench and sat beside him, putter her paw on his hand.
He looked down at the little cat and narrowed his eyes, something was not right. Most animals ran from him, and here this little cat was being quite friendly. Not that he entirely minded, but it was still a matter of confusion. That was when he noticed the almost black eyes that were staring back up at him. He got angry and felt hurt and betrayed, and his voice when he spoke was evidence of that. "Who are you?" He snapped.
She lowered her head and hopped of the bench, mentally sighing. She then became herself again. She was in her uniform for once; usually as soon as classes were over she changed into something more comfortable. She looked out of place in that uniform, well in anything with a skirt really. Truth be told she wasn't comfortable in dresses or skirts of any sort. She just looked at him, her head down, eyes just barely gazing up at him.
Of all people and things that could have appeared before him as the cat transformed, he had not expected her. Not some pretty, shy little Greek flower. She was obviously very skilled at transfigurations to be doing something so advanced as becoming an Animagi. Needless to say, he was impressed. Very little impressed him anymore. "Who are you?" He asked in a half angry, half hurt tone. He had after all been having a private moment and had thought her to be nothing more than a normal cat. No matter how pretty she was, it could not change the fact that she had trespassed against him and she was a Ravenclaw.
"Eiliethyia Belerofyn." She said softly. Her voice was surprisingly gentle and musical. It was like a summer zephyr flowing through silk and velvet. She also seemed to already be quite sorry for her betrayal. She radiated her emotions - wore her heart on her sleeve. Something else that Draco Malfoy was not prepared for.
"Why did you trick me?" he asked sternly.
"My intention was only to comfort you. I had been practicing at my animagus form. I had not thought that anyone else would be around. I meant no harm, Sir." She said softly and even he could not mistake the sincerity of her words. That irked him to a point, after all it was a lot easier to snap at people and berate people when they weren't cute young women that were sincere enough for him to notice.
"You will forget what you have seen here, Belerofyn... or else." He hissed, his tone dangerous. She looked on the verge of tears herself now.
"Of course..." She said simply, sadly. The sound of sadness in her voice caught him off guard in a way that nothing else ever had.
"Why are you crying?" He inquired in a demanding tone.
"I just wanted to help. You seemed upset, something that is rare, I am sure. I do not like seeing other people hurting... that is all." She explained with a sigh.
"Tell no one. Once we are back at the castle, this never took place. I cannot be seen as having a weakness, and if I hear about it, I will come after you... do I make myself clear?" He explains in a low, icy tone. She nodded.
"I have found out that my entire family was a lie. My father never wanted one... he only did so to serve the Dark Lord and to keep up appearances at the Ministry. He broke my mother and tried to brain wash me. Sixteen years of lies little Allie Cat... and now what am I to do? I love my mother, but I fear I cannot reach her now. She looks at me and only sees my father. Then there is the matter of my life here at school. Rather late in the game to change how they see me, now isn't it?"
How sad his life was. She bit her lower lip in thought. How to help him? She wasn't sure all she could think of were options that seemed very out of character for the Draco Malfoy everyone knew and loathed. She sighed. "I am sorry you had to go through such things and I hope you do reach your mother... I hope she comes back to you." She says softly, her words full of more honest sincerity than he had ever known...
"As for what to do about school, some would say that it is never too late. However, the decision is yours, no one else can make it for you. You can change, you can stay the same, or you can find a happy medium." She explains.
"A happy medium?" He scoffs.
"Yes. You could stay as they see you, but find yourself an outlet... A place where you can be yourself until you graduate and can be far from this place and the people that knew you when." She says softly, and oddly enough, her words make a lot of sense.
He could not help but ponder her ideas, the options she was laying out on the table before him. How odd. Normally he would be tormenting this young woman or anyone like her for their weakness, deducting house points for the betrayal... and threatening her with all sorts of unpleasant things if she so much as hinted about this encounter to another living soul. However, she made sense... and he started to wonder if perhaps he'd been wrong following the words of his father for so long, though he would never admit to that fact. "All right miss know it all, where would I be myself?" He says snidely.
She thinks on that question, ignoring his tone... "I do not know. If you were an Animagi, I would suggest coming out in that form and playing among the flowers, getting the stress out that way... animals have a lot more freedom than people. You could confide in someone you trust... but considering the reputation of the house you are in, I am not certain that you would be able to do that..." She sighs... "The only other option is you trust... me." She said, looking away.
A wry smirk curled his lips, though she had turned away and could not see. "Trust you... A Ravenclaw... Oh yes, I can just see the headlines now." He hissed as he rolled his eyes.
"It was only a suggestion. I could come out here as a cat. No one would know... I would be out here playing and you could come out under the pretext of doing rounds or other Prefect duties. No one would be suspicious." She offered, though it was obvious she wasn't entirely comfortable with the idea. Malfoy intimidated her, frightened her, and she was not sure she wanted to put herself in this position... But she had tricked him and wanted to right that wrong... and this seemed to be the only way.
He pondered her suggestion... "There might be a use for you Animagi after all." He chuckled coldly... Though he was actually looking forward to spending more time with this little cat. "We will try this, but I warn you now, if so much as one rumor starts, I will not hesitate to destroy you." He explains with an almost clinical coldness.
She nods, sighing. "I understand... you have a reputation to protect. Still, I hope it will not come to that." She says softly. "If you don't mind... I'm going to be a cat again... in case anyone comes by..." She sighs.
He couldn't help but think that he hoped it didn't either; after all, he'd like to have a smart, talented young woman like this around... "It had better not." He almost threatens. He nods as she says she's going to be a cat again and watches as she seems to just melt back into her animagus form. It seemed she was quite skilled indeed.
Eili's form was that of a small gray cat, with black along her ears, back and tail. She herself was of average height for a girl of 16 and she was rather willowy. Her Greek heritage had tinted her skin with olive and made her look a bit exotic in this world of pale Brits. She had long silken brown hair and deep brown, almost black eyes. That was the one thing that distinguished her from any other cat. When she was in her cat form, her eyes were still that deep almost black shade of brown.
Her quick wit and sharp mind had gotten her sorted into Ravenclaw. Something that had made her family very proud. She was at the beginning of her 6th year now at Hogwart's School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. She had classes with the Golden Trio over the years, though she wasn't in their circle... No, the gentle, quiet girl was almost always on the outside looking in. However that did not mean that she did not know what was going on. She was observant, very observant, however she saw no need to mention what she saw.
She often liked to go outside and become her cat form and go play... people often mistook her for someone's familiar. She'd play in the flowerbeds, chase butterflies and just be carefree... In these dark times, it was necessary to have as much fun as you could. And while she was a cat, no one could tell her she was being immature. She was proud of herself for being so convincing... After all, that was the mark of a great Animagi, when you could fool people into believing you were nothing more than the shape you had taken... However, one day, she found that perhaps she was a little too convincing...
She's been out in the Gardens chasing butterflies, when the resident git and Slytherin Prefect, Draco Malfoy had shown up. She tried to hide herself among the flowers, after all, he was the type that was likely to kick her or torment her just because she was in his way or something like that. She was inclined to believe he didn't like animals, after all, he didn't have a familiar and in her mind, that did not bode well. Besides, every one knew that Draco was just a bad seed. She tried to keep a low profile to avoid possible harm... However, something unexpected happened.
She was now pretending that she didn't notice him and he was sitting on a bench, with his head in his hands... At first she thought nothing of it... and then, she thought she heard soft sobs. Her ears twitched and against her better judgment, she slowly padded over to him. She sat there, looking up at him, wondering why he was sad. She mewed softly and he looked down to her and gently pet her head. She was confused; this was not typical Malfoy behavior at all. She hopped up on the bench and sat beside him, putter her paw on his hand.
He looked down at the little cat and narrowed his eyes, something was not right. Most animals ran from him, and here this little cat was being quite friendly. Not that he entirely minded, but it was still a matter of confusion. That was when he noticed the almost black eyes that were staring back up at him. He got angry and felt hurt and betrayed, and his voice when he spoke was evidence of that. "Who are you?" He snapped.
She lowered her head and hopped of the bench, mentally sighing. She then became herself again. She was in her uniform for once; usually as soon as classes were over she changed into something more comfortable. She looked out of place in that uniform, well in anything with a skirt really. Truth be told she wasn't comfortable in dresses or skirts of any sort. She just looked at him, her head down, eyes just barely gazing up at him.
Of all people and things that could have appeared before him as the cat transformed, he had not expected her. Not some pretty, shy little Greek flower. She was obviously very skilled at transfigurations to be doing something so advanced as becoming an Animagi. Needless to say, he was impressed. Very little impressed him anymore. "Who are you?" He asked in a half angry, half hurt tone. He had after all been having a private moment and had thought her to be nothing more than a normal cat. No matter how pretty she was, it could not change the fact that she had trespassed against him and she was a Ravenclaw.
"Eiliethyia Belerofyn." She said softly. Her voice was surprisingly gentle and musical. It was like a summer zephyr flowing through silk and velvet. She also seemed to already be quite sorry for her betrayal. She radiated her emotions - wore her heart on her sleeve. Something else that Draco Malfoy was not prepared for.
"Why did you trick me?" he asked sternly.
"My intention was only to comfort you. I had been practicing at my animagus form. I had not thought that anyone else would be around. I meant no harm, Sir." She said softly and even he could not mistake the sincerity of her words. That irked him to a point, after all it was a lot easier to snap at people and berate people when they weren't cute young women that were sincere enough for him to notice.
"You will forget what you have seen here, Belerofyn... or else." He hissed, his tone dangerous. She looked on the verge of tears herself now.
"Of course..." She said simply, sadly. The sound of sadness in her voice caught him off guard in a way that nothing else ever had.
"Why are you crying?" He inquired in a demanding tone.
"I just wanted to help. You seemed upset, something that is rare, I am sure. I do not like seeing other people hurting... that is all." She explained with a sigh.
"Tell no one. Once we are back at the castle, this never took place. I cannot be seen as having a weakness, and if I hear about it, I will come after you... do I make myself clear?" He explains in a low, icy tone. She nodded.
"I have found out that my entire family was a lie. My father never wanted one... he only did so to serve the Dark Lord and to keep up appearances at the Ministry. He broke my mother and tried to brain wash me. Sixteen years of lies little Allie Cat... and now what am I to do? I love my mother, but I fear I cannot reach her now. She looks at me and only sees my father. Then there is the matter of my life here at school. Rather late in the game to change how they see me, now isn't it?"
How sad his life was. She bit her lower lip in thought. How to help him? She wasn't sure all she could think of were options that seemed very out of character for the Draco Malfoy everyone knew and loathed. She sighed. "I am sorry you had to go through such things and I hope you do reach your mother... I hope she comes back to you." She says softly, her words full of more honest sincerity than he had ever known...
"As for what to do about school, some would say that it is never too late. However, the decision is yours, no one else can make it for you. You can change, you can stay the same, or you can find a happy medium." She explains.
"A happy medium?" He scoffs.
"Yes. You could stay as they see you, but find yourself an outlet... A place where you can be yourself until you graduate and can be far from this place and the people that knew you when." She says softly, and oddly enough, her words make a lot of sense.
He could not help but ponder her ideas, the options she was laying out on the table before him. How odd. Normally he would be tormenting this young woman or anyone like her for their weakness, deducting house points for the betrayal... and threatening her with all sorts of unpleasant things if she so much as hinted about this encounter to another living soul. However, she made sense... and he started to wonder if perhaps he'd been wrong following the words of his father for so long, though he would never admit to that fact. "All right miss know it all, where would I be myself?" He says snidely.
She thinks on that question, ignoring his tone... "I do not know. If you were an Animagi, I would suggest coming out in that form and playing among the flowers, getting the stress out that way... animals have a lot more freedom than people. You could confide in someone you trust... but considering the reputation of the house you are in, I am not certain that you would be able to do that..." She sighs... "The only other option is you trust... me." She said, looking away.
A wry smirk curled his lips, though she had turned away and could not see. "Trust you... A Ravenclaw... Oh yes, I can just see the headlines now." He hissed as he rolled his eyes.
"It was only a suggestion. I could come out here as a cat. No one would know... I would be out here playing and you could come out under the pretext of doing rounds or other Prefect duties. No one would be suspicious." She offered, though it was obvious she wasn't entirely comfortable with the idea. Malfoy intimidated her, frightened her, and she was not sure she wanted to put herself in this position... But she had tricked him and wanted to right that wrong... and this seemed to be the only way.
He pondered her suggestion... "There might be a use for you Animagi after all." He chuckled coldly... Though he was actually looking forward to spending more time with this little cat. "We will try this, but I warn you now, if so much as one rumor starts, I will not hesitate to destroy you." He explains with an almost clinical coldness.
She nods, sighing. "I understand... you have a reputation to protect. Still, I hope it will not come to that." She says softly. "If you don't mind... I'm going to be a cat again... in case anyone comes by..." She sighs.
He couldn't help but think that he hoped it didn't either; after all, he'd like to have a smart, talented young woman like this around... "It had better not." He almost threatens. He nods as she says she's going to be a cat again and watches as she seems to just melt back into her animagus form. It seemed she was quite skilled indeed.