Disclaimer: If I owned Harry Potter, then I would own the Malfoys. If I owned the Malfoys, then I wouldn't have to make my own lunch, which means I wouldn't be sitting here waiting for the toaster to tell me my bagel is done. Enough said.
The Sorting and A Few New Friends
It wasn't long before the Hogwarts Express slowed to a stop upon reaching its destination. The students boarded the boats that would take them to the castle, Victoria and Morgan making a point of sticking with other potential Slytherins. The ride passed quickly, and the girls spent only a moment or two observing the looming wonder of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Before they knew it, all the first years were clumped inside a set of huge wooden doors. They chattered excitedly amongst themselves until they were silenced by a stern looking women with her hair in a tight bun.
"Quiet down, students, quiet down." She said "My name is Professor McGonagall. We will being seeing a lot of each other during your time at Hogwarts, so it would be best if those occasions were under good circumstances. In a few moments, you will enter the Great Hall where you will be Sorted into one of the four school Houses, Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw, or Slytherin." She continued speaking, but Victoria was no longer paying attention. It wasn't anything she hadn't heard before, so where was the point in listening? She leaned over to Morgan and whispered something in her ear.
"Saving the best for last, eh?" She said, referring to Professor McGonagall's choice of wording. Morgan snickered in response.
"Looks that way. I heard she's Head of the Gryffindor House, so she definitely won't be getting the good side of us." Both girls laughed softly as not to be heard and singled out for disrupting. Nearby, the girl they had met on the train watched them, looking sad. Morgan pointed her out to Victoria, who made another snide comment, causing another round of laughter. Luckily, the doors to the Great Hall opened and any sound coming from them was drowned out by the chatter of the older students.
Victoria took it all in without a second glance at anything. Her father had described the place in great detail so many times that she felt as if she had seen it more times than she cared to. She joined Morgan by a table and waited for the Sorting Ceremony to begin. Both girls had a while to wait before their turns would come, considering the size of their class and the position of their last names in the alphabet.
Finally, Victoria's turn came, and at a good time too, as she and Morgan were about to partake in a ritualistic burning of other people's stuff. She sauntered over to the three legged stool and waited for the Sorting Hat to be placed on her head. It had barely touched a hair when it screamed "SLYTHERIN!" for the whole Hall to hear. She smirked victoriously in Morgan's direction and indicated she would meet her at the table.
She strode over to the table on the far left that was cheering for their most recent acquisition and struck up a conversation almost instantly with a fifth year by the name of Cory Bulstrode on the topic of the Forbidden Curses. The conversation carried on until the Sorting was almost completed and Morgan was the only one left to be placed. Victoria gazed at her friend as she walked, looking bored, up to the stool and sat down. A few seconds later, the Hat screamed "SLYTHERIN!". Victoria cheered along with the rest of the table, out of the corner of her eye catching the girl from earlier looking at her from the Gryffindor table. Morgan took a seat next to Victoria and commented on the long wait.
"Yeah," Victoria agreed "If only they got rid of all the Mudbloods in the school, this thing would go a heck of a lot faster." A fourth year overheard her comment and leaned over.
"You think so too? That's good. That's the attitude you're gonna need to get by in this place." Morgan and Victoria exchanged looks.
"Oh really? I thought all Slytherins thought the same way." The fourth year shook her head.
"Nope. There are a few among us who don't. It's a wonder they got into Slytherin at all, with the way they think. They're a disgrace to all of us. I'm Keisha Parker. And you are...?" Keisha extended her hand, which Victoria shook.
"I'm Victoria Malfoy. This," She said, jerking her head in Morgan's direction "Is Morgan Zambini."
"Malfoy, huh? Then I take it Draco is your father?" Victoria nodded, pleased to see her family's legacy hadn't lost any of its potency over the years. "Lucky us, having a direct descendent of the infamous Draco Malfoy in our House. You'll do well here. The Malfoys are practically the cornerstone of this House." Victoria smirked maliciously.
"That's what I've been told."
"Well, it's true." An idea seemed to strike Keisha at that moment. "Say, have you ever played Quidditch?" Victoria smiled again, this time a more childish, energetic smirk.
"'Have I ever played Quidditch?' Psh. Have you met my father? Of course I've played Quidditch." Keisha's face lit up in delight.
"Smashing! You should try out for the House team, then. What position do you play?"
"Seeker. Best, most important position on the whole stinkin' team, wouldn't you say?" Keisha nodded, looking for all the world like she was about to explode from excitement.
"Brilliant! Bloody brilliant! This is great! And thanks to your father, first years are allowed to try out for their House teams with the recommendation of a senior player." Victoria smirked again. Once she had displayed a bit of talent on a broomstick he had gone through his contacts at the Ministry of Magic to get the first year rule altered. In addition, he had made it perfectly clear that from that moment on the Slytherin Quidditch team would no longer be an all boys team, simply so than once his daughter got into Hogwarts she could be on the team without being ridiculed. Not that anyone would dare ridicule a Malfoy, but that's besides the point.
"And I take it that you would be that senior player?" Keisha nodded vigorously.
"Not only that, but I'm team captain. And Keeper, but that's besides the point. Tryouts are in a couple weeks, make sure you're there."
"Yeah, OK." Keisha turned to Morgan, who was attempting to explode a goblet of pumpkin juice that had magically appeared sometime during Victoria and Keisha's conversation.
"Do you have any hidden Quidditch talents that you should tell me about?" Morgan shook her head.
"Believe me, I'm better on the ground then in the air. Just sign me up for team cheerleader." Keisha tapped her fingers on the table thoughtfully, then came to a desicion.
"We need someone to carry equipment and stuff, if you'd be interested in that. I mean, the position usually goes to a first year anyway, but most of a time they don't have much of a choice in the matter. So, whadda say?" Morgan shrugged.
"Well, it'd be better than jumping up and down like a maniac saying lame cheers. I'll do it."
"Great. Once we have the times and everything for tryouts, I'll let you know. And if anyone tries to give you any crap about it, tell me and I'll be more than happy to bash their face in with a broomstick, especially if you're as good as your father was." Victoria glanced at Morgan and smirked yet again.
"As good as? I'm better. And this time there won't be any damned Harry Potter to get in the way of the Malfoy's success." The three girls smiled viciously and turned to eat their food. As Victoria helped herself to a plate of cranberry sauce, she mentally congratulated herself on making such an stunning achievement within such little time of her arrival. Father would be ever so proud.
Yay, I managed to lose sight of the real plot line and go off on a complete Quidditch tangent. I think everyone knew it was going to happen sooner or later, so it's probably a good thing it happened now. Right?
