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Chapter Two

"Weasley?" he mocked her tone of voice as he set her on her feet. "You sound so dumbstruck!" He eyed her up and down. "Didn't your mother ever teach you not to stare? Oh wait, you grew up in a dump. No wonder you don't have any manners."

Virginia smiled evilly. Oh, she wasn't happy about seeing him at all, but a little time exposed to the outside world wasn't wasted for nothing.

"I didn't know Ferrets had it in them to chivalrously help a damsel in distress to their feet," she replied coolly. "How very nice of them." She gave a mocking curtsy. "Consider this a thank you from this damsel." She grabbed her vial of gold ink and poured it right over his black robes. Then she reached over to the shelf and took a bottle of bright red ink and poured it right over his head. The bright crimson drops soaked into his hair and dyed it a nice ruby. It wasn't blood-red, but a glowing type of red that streaked his hair and dripped on his robes. The magical ink sank into his robes and dried instantly. He now looked like he had gotten red highlights and decorated his robes in Gryffindor colors. And to him, that was a mortifying moment.

"Awww," Virginia crooned as he started to open his mouth. "Don't you look cute. A nice blonde Slytherin Ferret turned into a Gryffie! Are you sure you aren't a lion at heart?"

"Well at least I don't have to pay for two bottles of ink that were wasted because you had a petty little revenge sequence that needed fulfilling," he snarled back. "What are you going to do, Weasley? Sell your robes and beg on the corner?" He reached for the vial of green ink. Last bottle, Blaise is going to flip! He thought victoriously. Ginny just cocked an eyebrow. The resemblance is striking, she thought to herself amusedly.

"In case you haven't noticed, Ferret, I am holding three other bottles of ink in my hands," she replied smoothly. "I can damn well pay for them if I'm holding them. And if you thought I was hesitating at buying that bottle of green ink, it wasn't because I lacked the money. I was wondering about inter-house rivalries. And oh, look." She smiled sweetly. "It's the last bottle of it. I guess that means I'll just..." she looked him straight in the eyes, "have to buy it." She smirked as she went past his outstretched hand and quickly nicked the bottle from the shelf. "Find yourself some regular green ink, Malfoy. This one's coming with me." With another smirk in his direction, she tossed her fiery hair behind her shoulder as she wandered towards the parchment section.

Draco was fuming. How dare she pour the ink over his expensive robes? He was tempted to yell that it was a silk robe that was purchased for a great deal of money. It wasn't, really, but the Weasleys had no sense of monetary proportions. And how did he know that she actually had money to spend? It was like assuming that the color of the sky was blue that day and walking out and seeing that it was actually purple. And the ink! The evil minx; she must have known it was permanent ink! She must have known! And now, here he was, hair streaked with red and robes tinted an awful Gryffindor gold and crimson. Oh, Blaise was going to have kittens when he saw him. He looked over at his friend, and was extremely embarrassed and angered to see him and some other girl laughing silently, tears of mirth coursing down their cheeks as they observed the now 'Gryffindor-ed' Slytherin Prince.

While Draco had walked over to the ink shelves, Blaise had been carefully surveying the quills. His two eagle feather quills had been wilting over the summer, and he needed replacements. He had the regular goose-feather quills and a few swan feather quills, but those weren't near as interesting as the eagle and hawk feather quills. The goose ones make him look too ordinary and they were only used to write the lowliest of homeworks; the swan feathers made him look like bloody Shakespeare, with the big plumes and all. Those were good for inspirations...especially when Lockhart was around trying to tell them to write poems about some capture or another. He grinned. Loony old bat. It was fun to pretend and run and watch the Golden Trio help the bumbling Professor catch all the pixies. One of them got bit, as I recall, he thought.

He walked over to the shelves, and wasn't too disturbed to find another person there, admiring the quills. He tuned everything else out as he sought out the quills that he liked the most. Most of it depended on first impressions; a few near the other person caught his eye quickly. There were a few Gyrefalcon feathers; black streaked with little bursts of yellow and orange. Then there were the golden eagle ones; pure black or white. Then there were the red-tailed hawk feathers; red, according to their name. The gyrfalcon ones were even more intriguing up close. He didn't notice that he had gotten so close to the other person until a startled "Ouch!" met his ears and he felt a blow to his head.

"Ouch..." the girl groaned as she rubbed her forehead. "Don't you ever watch where you're going?" He raised his raven eyebrows up so that they touched his ragged black bangs.

"I'm sorry, mademoiselle," he said in a gallant manner, sweeping her a flattering bow. "I was a bit...carried away while examining the quills."

"Yeah, so was I," she admitted ruefully, rubbing her head. "The gyrfalcon feathers are so much more special than the others; the colors are incredible!"

"Look at the patterns of the bristles," he added on. "They're all perfectly in line, and since they're so stiff, they won't break off in your hand." He ran one finger along the feather edge, ruffling it up as he went.

The girl laughed. "You must be as crazy as I am, being so observant about quills," she teased.

"Most likely," he agreed. "My eagle feather quills are rather on the shabby side, so I need to purchase another few to make up for them." The girl smiled.

"I just need a few quills to write more formal things with," she replied. "I have enough regular quills to last me a good few semesters, but for writing special things like cards and notes, I need a special quill."

"Well, I can help you pick one out," Blaise said slyly.

"That would be cool," she nodded. "We've probably already decided though; probably a gyrfalcon quill and a red-tailed hawk quill."

"Why not the Golden Eagle feathers," he asked. "Those are just as beautiful, and work just as well."

"I prefer things with color in them," she replied. "When I get bored, I can observe the color and make up stuff about it. It is a lot more fun than gazing at a white feather trying to make up poems about it."

"Put that way, I would agree," Blaise grinned. "For me, I would rather a gyrfalcon and a black quill. Black goes with Slytherin, for that matter."

"Slytherin? You go to Hogwarts?" she asked him as soon as he mentioned the name. He looked slightly surprised.

"As a matter of fact, I do." He looked at her a bit closer. "What is your name? I don't think I've seen you at school before." She has dark hair, almost the same as mine. And she's got a pretty smile...

"Rae Vardelle," she stuck a hand out towards him. "I'm from the US."

"Pleased to meet you," he replied genially, as he raised her hand to his lips. He smirked as she quickly recovered from her shock. "Surprised? It's the way we greet young ladies around here."

"Well, being a Yank I'm a little more used to having people shake my hand, not kiss it," she said in an apologetic tone of voice. He grinned.

"Welcome to England, my lady." She chuckled.

"Why thank you," she purred right back. He raised his eyebrows again. So she wanted to play a little more, did she? He was about to reply before he heard the outraged gasps of an indignant Draco. A stifled laugh came from beside him, and he looked down to see Rae stifling a laugh with difficulty.

"What's so amusing," he asked her. She couldn't even reply, just waved her hand in the general direction. He looked up and over, and pretty soon was consumed to hysterics.

"Blonde hair, red highlights; black robes, red and gold streaks," she gasped out, "that has to be the best unplanned design ever!"

"And even better," Blaise grinned, "because that would be one of the most notorious Slytherins on the planet." The two collapsed in laughter, and were basically unable to shut up when the angry Draco turned on the two of them. Rae could hardly stop laughing at the smug look on Ginny's face.

"Oy, Gin," she called over, not noticing the change on the Slytherin boy's face. "What did you do to the poor kid?"

"Oh, he's not poor at all, Rae," Ginny replied evilly. "Literally or figuratively."

"You know her?" Blaise asked her. She nodded airily.

"Yeah; she's Virginia Weasley. I'm her friend from the US; I'm staying with them. What?" she asked as the boy's face closed up. He shook his head.

"I must be going; I think my friend over there needs a bit of help." Without waiting for a reply, he strode over to Draco. Rae watched in confusion. What happened there? All I said was that I was Gin's friend. She picked out her two quills and headed over to choose parchment with Ginny.

"Draco, what happened to you?" Blaise whispered as he headed over to his friend.

"The little Weasel dumped ink all over my head and robes, that's what, you blind idiot," Draco snarled angrily. "Now I'm going to be stuck looking like a damn Gryff all day." Blaise couldn't help a chuckle, earning him another glare from Draco.

"Calm down, Dragon boy. You don't look horrible like that," he tried to comfort the boy.

"Look horrible my ass," Draco bit back. "I am going to have to flaunt this...this...Gryffindor spirit all over Diagon Alley, and who knows who'll be seeing me in such a mess?! Stupid Gryff and her idiot friend..."

"Rae seems nice to me," he said absently. Draco looked at him with askance.

"Did you just call her Rae?!" he asked disbelievingly. "You just called a Gryff's best friend by her FIRST NAME. Is Blaise in today? You don't seem like the actual Blaise."

"I didn't' know she was a goddamn Gryffie," Blaise snapped back. "And she isn't one, not yet anyway. She just got here from the States; she'll be in sixth year with the Weasley girl. But she hasn't been sorted yet."

"I wouldn't get your hopes up," Draco advised his friend. "Stuck with the Gryffs, bound to be a Gryff. Set your sights somewhere else, bud."

"SLYTHERIN?!" a voice shrieked from across the room. The two boys looked over, and found the redhead restraining a psychotic Rae. The two boys looked at each other.

"Maybe," his friend agreed. But his attitude was a little too agreeing. Draco eyed his friend, who in turn refused to meet his gaze. Draco rolled his eyes.

"Oh boy," he muttered. "So the almightly Zambini has fallen....to some Yankee girl from the US. And all those Ravenclaws and Slytherins looking at you back at school; what are they going to do?" He mock-sighed. "We're in for a bunch of broken hearts this year. Thank god one of us has sense; at least the girls still have me to goggle at." Blaise elbowed him, and he shut up, still grinning. "Come on, Blaise. Let's go grab your quills, and wait for those two to leave before getting our parchment."

"I never said I was going to be nice to her," Blaise muttered in protest as Draco dragged him towards the quills. "We were just two strangers talking." He hesitated, before grabbing his gyrfalcon and his black quill.

"Oh, and I have bad news for you," Draco added. "The last bottle of green and silver ink was taken by the Weasel." He fingered the white eagle feather quill, and took it from the stand. "I guess I need a new quill, too." He sighed. "Too bad I don't have the ink to match it."

"You let her take the last bottle of silver and green ink?!" Blaise stared at him with his eyes so wide they might have popped out. "You let the baby Weasley take the ink?! And you get mad at ME for taking it last time... does she realize that she's taking the Slytherin colors?"

"She does; very consciously," Draco replied dryly. "She had the guts to pour the gold and red ink all over me, then she had the brilliant idea of taking my ink."

"Whoo," Blaise chortled softly, "looks like someone got one up on you." He glanced over at the two girls and saw that they were in the midst of a conversation as well, and that they were walking closer and closer to the quill section. "Let's go and get our parchment, Draco," he prodded the boy in the side. "I don't feel like standing here and feeling humiliated." He said that loud enough for the two girls to look up and glare at him, and he shrugged his broad shoulders. "What? I like to keep myself clean." He smirked, and walked off with Draco in the other direction.

"You sure had one busy fifteen minutes over there," Rae commented to Ginny as she waltzed over with two quills in her hands. Ginny looked up and gave her friend a predatory grin.

"That I did," she replied. She nodded over at the conversing boys, "Looks like you did too."

"Oh Blaise? He's just some kid that goes to Hogwarts; I don't even know him!"

"Oh Blaise?" Ginny mocked. "He goes to Slytherin; the snake pit? The people who are exact rivals of the Gryffindors?"

"Wait wait," Rae interrupted, "so does that mean that that blonde is Draco Malfoy?! The one that you keep saying made your brother's life miserable?"

"Duh," Ginny tapped her friend's skull. "How many sneaky blondes do you see everyday? And drenched in lovely Gryff colors?" she added proudly at her handiwork.

"SLYTHERIN?!" Rae shrieked as the impact finally hit her.

"Shhhh," Ginny admonished quickly, looking over at the two boys. They were looking back at them, Draco with a condescending expression and Blaise was just as cool as ever. "They're looking at us," she hissed at the other girl.

"Sorry," the other girl humphed. "I didn't know about the house rivalries!" Ginny just looked at her. "Well maybe I did, but he seemed so nice." She looked on as Ginny took out a 20-pack of regular yellowing parchment and a little 12-pack of lavender-colored parchment with little flowers dotting the sides. Along with that came the deep sparkly purple ink.

"Get the 20-pack, Rae," Ginny suggested. "You'll need it."

"Probably." Rae hefted the parchment in her hand, when something else caught her eye. It was a pack of pure black paper, with a vial of silver ink next to it. The black paper had little bright stars all around it; just miniscule dots of silver. She picked that one up too.

"Here." Ginny handed Rae a bottle of black ink. "This is what you'll be needing; after I finish picking out a quill, you can go pick out a few bottles of ink." Rae nodded, and they walked over to the quill section of the room.

"Let's go and get our parchment, Draco," Blaise said as they approached. "I don't feel like standing here and feeling humiliated." The two girls simultaneously looked up and glared at him. "What? I like to keep myself clean."

"Asshole!" Ginny growled.

"I don't get it," Rae muttered as the raven-locked boy smirked and turned towards the parchment section. "He was so nice just now."

"Probably figured that you were with me," Ginny sighed. "As an unwritten rule of thumb, Weasleys are pure Gryffs. Malfoys, Zambinis, Parkinsons, Crabbs, Goyles and whatnot are pure Slytherins. It's like mixing night and day, black and white. It just doesn't work."

"I see." Rae flipped her dark hair over her shoulder. "That would solve a few problems." Ginny looked at her questioningly, but she just smiled. "Oh, don't worry about me, Gin. I'm gonna be just fine."

"Quills," Ginny muttered. "Have enough goose-quills to last me awhile; now, since I have so much booty to spend, let's pick up a pretty one." She let her gaze wander over the rows of quills, and her eyes lit upon the white Golden Eagle quill. "This one should suffice," she said, causing giggles from Rae for her professor-style words. "I think I'll get the red-hawk as well; now we have sister quills!" The two laughed and after quickly running over to the ink section they headed up to the front to pay for their purchases.

"Eight bottles of ink, the 20-pack parchment, the lavender parchment, and two Specialty quills," Ginny said to the lady up front. The lady looked over the stuff on the counter, and frowned.

"You only have six bottles of ink," she protested.

"I poured two bottles over his head," Ginny said dryly, sticking her thumb out at Malfoy. The lady turned and grinned.

"Isn't he Lucius Malfoy's son?" Ginny nodded affirmatively. "Don't worry," the saleslady winked, "those are on me. Anything's worth it to see that high-and-mighty man see his son drenched in Gryffindor colors." At Ginny's questioning glance, the lady added, "I was in school with Malfoy Senior; didn't like him much." Ginny grinned.

"Thanks."

Rae laid her stuff out on the table, and she paid for those as well. Shrinking their purchases to fit their pockets, they walked out of the store.

"Where to next?" Ginny asked. Rae just grinned.

"Robes!"

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