"Bye Star," Harry said.
"I'll see you guys at dinner," Star replied, waving to the three Gryffindors. She stood infront of the entrance tot he Slytherin common room and watched Harry, Hermione, and Ron leave. She let out a small sigh and turned to look at the large stone gargoyle crouching infront of her.
"Casu consilto," she said boredly.
The stone creature snarled and lept to the side, revealing a small corridor leading to the common room. As she walked into the dimly lit room, Star pulled out an envelope from a pocket in her school robe. She walked over to her favorite sofa next to one of the emerald walls. Star ran a slender finger over the green glass as she watched the water run down the other side of the glass. As she twisted her finger in figure eights and swirls, the water would follow. Star sighed boredly and then looked down at the envelope in her lap. She pulled her hand down from the wall and opened the envelope. Inside was a pieve of parchment, a pure white feather, and a picture of a young man. The teenage boy had light blonde hair and piecing sapphire eyes. He was dressed in Muggle clothes seemed to be a tad bit muscelar, but not bulky. He looked to be any ordinary teenager, but the only thing unusual about him was the bright white wings protruding from his back. Star twirled the feather between her thumb and forefinger. Obviously, the soft feather has come from this boy. She ran a finger with the texture of the feather. It felt so soft, and yet, it felt hard, strong. It didn't feel like any regular bird feather; it wasn't even like Fawkes' feathers. It was so strange, and yet so marvelous at the same time. Star took her focus off the feather and onto the letter. She scanned the neat writing and looked down at the signature: Brian Winter. She let a small sigh emit from her lightly rouged lips. She had been writing to Brian for almost five years now and this summer she was going to visit him. Star loved talking to Brian and writing to him, but resently, in the back of her mind, she kept wondering why Dumbledore tried to keep her so keen on writing to him. She knew that there was something Dumbledore was keeping from her. She could even start to sense it in Brian's writing. Star let out a tired sigh and started to put the contents back into the envelope. Maybe she would have a talk with Dumbledore in the morning. After all, it would be Saturday tomorrow.
As she stretched out on the sofa and slipped the envelope safely back into her robe, a pale face appeared in the dark corridor connecting to the dungeons. Star rolled her emerald eyes and slapped a hand to her forehead lightly. Why today? Star thought, annoyed. The boy finally came into view. The pale, pointed face and the white blonde hair gave the boy away.
"Hey Star," he said, walking over to her and plopping down on the sofa. Star had to quickly remove her feet to prevent them from being sat on. She curled her legs up to her body.
"Afternoon Draco," Star replied politely.
"Want to come watch our Quidditch practice?" Draco slyly ran a finger over her leg.
Star bit her tounge, trying not to say anything. Thank Merlin I'm wearing pants instead of a skirt like the other girls, she thought. She was just about ready to answer yes when a thought suddenly came to her mind.
"Sorry Draco, but you that I have class with Professor Snape on Friday nights." Star tried to look upset, but on the inside, she was jumping for joy.
Draco's pale face went slack.
"Oh yes, I forgot. Well, if you have enough time afterwards, come by the pitch. I want to try and rid you of your fear of heights," Draco said, his grey eyes shimmering.
Star tried to smile politely, but somehow, it came out wrong. She stood up and walked to the girls dormitories through another corridor. Pansy Parkinson was laying on her bed, reading. When Star entered the room, Pansy gave her a look like a dog would give to a tresspassing cat.
"Chill out Parkinson. I just came in here to change."
Pansy let out a muffled growl and continued to read. Star was on last name terms with most of the Slytherins. Draco was the only exception. Although she despied his many attempts to get close to her, she still has a bit of sympathy for him for some reason. But she still found him to be rude, self-centered, and arrogant.
Star went over to her trunk and rummaged through her many clothes. It seemed that she had a good even balance between Muggle clothes and witch clothes. The occasional dress and costume popped up here and there. Star pulled out a soft, blue hoodie sweater and pair of white pants. She didn't feel much like decking out today. Afterall, it was only going to be Snape there and then dinner afterwards. So, she quickly changed and tossed her school uniform onto her bed. Grabbing a folder off her night stand, she quickly walked out of the dormitory and back into the common room. With a quick glance, she saw a few members of the Quidditch team already in their robes, brooms in hand. She waved good luck to them. Some of the boys smiled at her. Since Draco had been trying to get so close to her, the rest of the Slytherin house had started to be kind to her. Not only were they following what Draco has commanded, but the didn't want to lost her to "a bunch of Gryffindorks". As she neared the end of the corridor leading out, the gargoyle jumped aside and Star walked through.