Chapter 11
Drea rolled over heavily, feeling her mind start to wake from its near comatose state in her bed. She opened her eyes, looking around the still extremely dark dormitory, realizing that today was their match against Slytherin. She shot bolt right up, and quickly climbed out of bed. Throwing on a pair of jeans and a tank top, she left her dorm, not quite realizing that it was only 6:00 in the morning.
She left the common room and walked quickly down the halls, now feeling considerably hungry. Why was she so nervous about today's match? It wasn't like it was her first, not by far. She turned another corner when suddenly she felt her face collide with a foreign arm, stopping her dead in her tracks.
"Well, well, if it isn't my Mudblood loving sister." a cool voice echoed off the hollowed walls.
"Hello Lucius." Drea replied evenly, staring her brother directly in the face.
He had long platinum blond hair tied back into a loose ponytail with cold grayish blue eyes. His stature suggested that he was above all else and his demeanor proved it. He was a handsome young man most would say, but his personality seemed cold and heartless.
"I see you have ashamed the family name once again. Mother will be so pleased to hear what her eldest daughter has been up to these past few weeks." He taunted, smiling wickedly just to spite her.
"I am warning you brother, stay out of my affairs. They do not concern you. Besides, wasn't it you who said that you would rather eat sludge than consider me still your sister?" Drea spat back, glaring bitterly at her so-called brother.
"Yes I do believe I said that, but I can't let you destroy the reputation I have worked hard to maintain for this family. I will not let you bring filth to it by dating a runaway little trouble maker like Sirius Black." Lucius countered warningly, his eyes flashing a bit.
"It is not for you to decide whom I choose to date, Lucius. As far as the family name goes, it can go to bloody hell for all I care... and so can you. See you on the Quidditch pitch. Prepare to lose, brother." Drea answered gingerly, her eyes still locked with his and her hand fingering her wand, just in case. She pushed past him, and continued walking down the hall. Not so much as glancing once over her shoulder as she went.
"Have it your way Andrea, but watch as your mates pay the price." Lucius called after her, following it with a cold, desolate laugh.
Drea walked reached The Great Hall, opening the grand doors to it hastily. Oh how she despised her scumball of a brother. She swore he would be the death of her. Today's match was bound to be a gruesome one, but still interesting all the same.
Drea rolled over heavily, feeling her mind start to wake from its near comatose state in her bed. She opened her eyes, looking around the still extremely dark dormitory, realizing that today was their match against Slytherin. She shot bolt right up, and quickly climbed out of bed. Throwing on a pair of jeans and a tank top, she left her dorm, not quite realizing that it was only 6:00 in the morning.
She left the common room and walked quickly down the halls, now feeling considerably hungry. Why was she so nervous about today's match? It wasn't like it was her first, not by far. She turned another corner when suddenly she felt her face collide with a foreign arm, stopping her dead in her tracks.
"Well, well, if it isn't my Mudblood loving sister." a cool voice echoed off the hollowed walls.
"Hello Lucius." Drea replied evenly, staring her brother directly in the face.
He had long platinum blond hair tied back into a loose ponytail with cold grayish blue eyes. His stature suggested that he was above all else and his demeanor proved it. He was a handsome young man most would say, but his personality seemed cold and heartless.
"I see you have ashamed the family name once again. Mother will be so pleased to hear what her eldest daughter has been up to these past few weeks." He taunted, smiling wickedly just to spite her.
"I am warning you brother, stay out of my affairs. They do not concern you. Besides, wasn't it you who said that you would rather eat sludge than consider me still your sister?" Drea spat back, glaring bitterly at her so-called brother.
"Yes I do believe I said that, but I can't let you destroy the reputation I have worked hard to maintain for this family. I will not let you bring filth to it by dating a runaway little trouble maker like Sirius Black." Lucius countered warningly, his eyes flashing a bit.
"It is not for you to decide whom I choose to date, Lucius. As far as the family name goes, it can go to bloody hell for all I care... and so can you. See you on the Quidditch pitch. Prepare to lose, brother." Drea answered gingerly, her eyes still locked with his and her hand fingering her wand, just in case. She pushed past him, and continued walking down the hall. Not so much as glancing once over her shoulder as she went.
"Have it your way Andrea, but watch as your mates pay the price." Lucius called after her, following it with a cold, desolate laugh.
Drea walked reached The Great Hall, opening the grand doors to it hastily. Oh how she despised her scumball of a brother. She swore he would be the death of her. Today's match was bound to be a gruesome one, but still interesting all the same.