She sent her acceptance back, getting her father to sign was he was fully drunk, slipping his wallet from the back pocket of his pants. She took it, counting out the bills, then taking his credit card, his Visa.
She knew the Master Card was maxed out, and hey, if she could get out of here, she would. She went to the bank in the morning, asking politely to withdraw three thousand pounds, taking the money and following enclosed instructions to where she could buy her school supplies.
She walked into a pub, the leaky cauldron, her black jeans muddy at the hems, white sneakers brown with dust. She wore a dark red sweater, v-necked, delicate, with her silvery hair falling in a shuddering wave down her back to her waist. She walked out back, the bottom of her eyes lined in a dark kohl, making her deep blue eyes look shocked and wide. Her lips were painted a deep red, and she followed someone through the brick archway, watching the magic with wide untrusting eyes.
She walked down the street, and noticed that people were carrying bags of a different currency, the money changing hands at a swift pace. She walked into Gringotts after figuring out what it was, changed all three thousand pounds, and walked back to look around. People jostled her, rushing too and fro, but she ignored them, and slowly made her way down a small street called knockturn alley. Perhaps someone there could help her?
She walked into a dark shop, which looked the largest, gagging at the sight of a human skull in the window. A man with long blond hair, and a boy about her age, fifteen, were talking to a greasy-haired shop keeper.
The boy looked bored, pale grey eyes wandering the shop, then flickering over her with a smirk. She rolled her eyes pointedly, waiting behind them.
The man with long blond hair turned abruptly, cape swirling backwards, slapping her stomach, sending her stumbling, then onto her butt in front of both of them. He looked down on her in disdain, his son already out of the shop. "Watch where you're going, girl." He hissed.
She hated the way arrogance dripped from every symbol, and she brushed herself off as she stood. "You're obviously not the gentleman you think you are if you don't help a lady of any class up from the ground where you caused her to be."
"I have no need to dirty my hands with filth."
"Wash as much as you want, you yourself are the one with an unclean mind and unclean hands, and the filth shall always stick to your bones and soul until you burn in hell's fire." She gave as a repart.
He nodded. "Fine, touche."
She smiled at him with a curtsey. "Sir?"
He gave a low bow with an ironic smirk, watching her. "My lady?"
"How the hell do I get out of this little alley?"
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Lucius showed her the way out of the alley.
"Thank you...?"
"Sir Malfoy."
"Malfoy, right. Nice t'meet you."
"What happened to the lady I met in the shop back there?"
"She decided to wander off." She said, looking around her in wondrement.
"Like you attention span...?"
"I do NOT have a short attention span!"
"Of course you do, darling."
"Darling?" She asked, glaring at him.
"Yes, darling. It happens to be a term of endearment."
"Yeah, I know. I'm not an idiot."
"Oh, really?"
"Shut up, just shut up." She growled. "Hey, can you show me somewhere I can sleep?"
"Well there is the street...which is where it looks like you've been sleeping."
"Oh hardy-har-har. NOT FUNNY MISTER! You suck."
"Suck what, precisely?"
"Monkey balls."
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Lucius, appalled, ditched her int he Leaky Cauldron, noting unhappily that Draco had been checking her out the entire time he had been arguing with the girl.
"You don't like her, surely?"
"She's gorgeous!"
"Alright, but nothing special."
"Yes she is! Did you see her hair?"
"Yeah. Your mother's hair is like that?"
"Yeah, father?"
"Oh, shut up. She's rubbing off on me."
"You've only known her for a few moments...!"
"Shut up, just shut up."
"Haha...you're being influenced by a girl..."
"Smartass..."
