Disclaimer: If I remember correctly, it's on the first threeish chapters.
Potions Potions Potions and Those Slimy Gryffindors
It wasn't long before it was time for the first year Slytherins to attend their very first Potions class. Unfortunately, upon walking in the door to Professor Snape's dungeon, they saw that their class was also the Gryffindor's class. Victoria and Morgan groaned simultaneously upon seeing the little red headed girl that had annoyed them so the day on the train. They decided to ignore her for the time being (as Slytherins typically did to all other Houses) and took a seat in the middle of the room.
The girls made cracks about their classmates and observed the room, waiting for the Professor to make an appearance. Upon growing bored, Victoria pulled out a spare piece of parchment and proceeded to scratch a note to Draco detailing what she had been through so far. She didn't stop until Snape came into the room and began doing roll call.
When the Professor came to Victoria's name, he smirked in that greasy way of his.
"Well well. Victoria Malfoy. I take it that Draco is your father?" Victoria nodded, knowing full well that every person in a staff position at Hogwarts knew she was her father's daughter. That's what tends to happen when he's on the funding board and knows just about everything that happens inside the stone walls even without a written report from his daughter. Snape was only asking as if to prove a point to the other students.
"Yes, sir, he is." Snape looked almost happy. Almost. Draco had been one of his most prized students during his days at Hogwarts, and the two were still very close. Snape ferreted information to Draco when the latter was unable for whatever reason to obtain it for himself. Victoria knew this, to an extent.
"Well, I certainly hope you have the same skill as your father. It will prove most useful in this class." Victoria nodded again.
"Yes sir. I'm sure it will, sir." Snape nodded and turned his attention back to the class roster that was in front of him. Victoria finished her note and began a conversation with Morgan regarding the Quidditch practice they had later that day. When the last name was called (Krystal Weasley), the girls both looked up and to the front of them, where the aforementioned red headed girl sat, responding timidly to Snape's call.
"Hey," Morgan hissed in Victoria's ear. "Isn't that the kid from the train?" Victoria nodded.
"Yeah. Told ya she'd be in Gryffindor with the rest of the lowlifes." They laughed, apparently audibly, as the girl turned around to look at them. Morgan pointed that out.
"I think she heard you." Victoria shrugged.
"So? Snape did too, but that doesn't mean he's gonna do anything about it."
"I guess there are some perks to having a class with the Head of the House after all."
"Yup. So, about tonight..." Before the conversation could progress much further, Snape cleared his throat and began class. This, of course, meant much picking on of the Gryffindors. The first portion of the period was spent on note taking, then moving on to the brewing of their first potion. It was a relatively easy one, considering what he could have had them doing. The downfall, he decided to make one person from each House pair with someone from the other. Morgan and Victoria exchanged looks, wondering how long it would take him to realize there was an uneven number of Slytherins in the class in relation to Gryffindors and two would have to pair with one of the other.
Surprisingly, he came to this realization quickly and issued his decree - Victoria and Morgan would be able to remain together, but also be paired with a Gryffindor. And, of course, it wasn't just any Gryffindor, it was the little red headed girl from earlier. The two Slytherin girls snickered softly as the other made her way over to Victoria's cauldron (top of the line, for those of you who were wondering). This didn't seem to daunt the girl in the slightest. She held her head up high and introduced herself in a voice stronger than the one she had used on the train.
"Hi! I'm Krystal Weasley. Who are you?" Morgan and Victoria exchanged glances again, and had to try desperately not to burst out laughing at Krystal's exuberance. When they had calmed down enough to respond, Victoria said,
"I'm Victoria Malfoy. And this is Morgan Zambini. Ya know, we guessed you were a Weasley." Krystal smiled innocently.
"Really? How?" Morgan snickered quietly as Victoria answered.
"Red hair, loads of freckles, pretty shabby robes, it was obvious. My father told me how to spot the ones who don't deserve to be here."
"Oh? Well, my father told me that the Malfoys are dirty, arrogant pigs who should be exterminated from the wizarding community." Victoria shrugged, unfazed.
"He did, did he? Well, I suppose when someone is as stupid as your father, that could be an easy mistake to make." Before Krystal could open her mouth for a comeback, Snape sidled over to check on the progress the girls were making with their potion. Mouths snapped shut for the rest of the period, only speaking when questioning something on the ingredient list or something in the procedure. Victoria couldn't help but feel that she and Morgan had won some battle over their opposing people, the Gryffindors, and snickered softly for the rest of the day whenever she replayed the class in her mind.
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