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Chapter Four: Quiddich, Evil Glares and Talk of Sabotage
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The next morning Shayne found her way down to the breakfast table and noticed Blaise sitting with Draco. He too had noticed her presence and smiled devilishly at her, Draco of course, sneered, but she just returned both glances and found her own seat down a ways.
"So." A voice sounded from across the table as soon as Shayne sat down, looking up to see pansy with her suspicious eyes watching her. "You and Blaise Zabini are an item?" Shayne rolled her eyes.
"If by item... you mean friends, then yes, if you're asking more than that, then no, we're just friends." Shayne began on her breakfast, awaiting her class schedule so she'd have a reason to fully ignore the girl before her.
"Bit snippy this morning, wake up on the wrong side of your bunk?" Shayne eyed the pug-faced girl.
"Bit ugly this morning pansy, but that's no different than any other day so I assume you've avoided the mirror since birth." Pansy looked sulky for a minute and then shoved her nose in the air, turning and beginning a conversation with one of her own Slytherin followers. A shadow covered Shayne and she looked up to see her head of house, though he looked quite surprised to see her.
"I don't remember you being sorted last night..." he trailed on, and as Shayne was about to speak, she heard a deafening snort and looked to see pansy giggling.
"That's Shayne Pryor Professor, the one who always hides in the back and is so quiet you continually forget she's even-" he cut her off.
"Thank you Miss Parkinson…" he snarled demandingly, wanting, himself, to shut her up. "Shayne Pryor?" he questioned and Shayne was thoroughly baffled that her own teacher hadn't even recognized her. "Ah yes…" he pulled a slip of paper from the pile in his hand and handed it to her. More giggles erupted from the trio of girls who now sat across from her.
"Did you see that…" pansy whispered to one of her friends.
"Yeah." Whispered another. " He thought she was-" Shayne cut her off.
"Why don't you go and swoon over your lovely boyfriend and leave me be, or at least be kind to shut that horrid trap of yours." Pansy looked thoroughly harassed and wasn't about to take such a tongue-lashing as she'd just received without reciprocating.
"Or what… you'll go crying to your parents…oh wait, you don't have any…" Shayne glared evilly at her.
"Oh shut it pansy!" a male voice erupted through both Shayne's ignoring and pansy's newfound giggles. Both of the other girls shut up promptly and put on sweet little smiles as Blaise took the seat beside Shayne, batting their eyelashes like lovesick puppy dogs. He barely acknowledged them as he gave pansy one last warning look and she sunk back into her seat. "Morning Pryor…" he faltered on his own rule of their friendship. "Shayne." He corrected himself and Shayne looked over at him with a small grin.
"Nearly had to tell you how rude you'd been to call me so." She teased, just as he slipped the piece of paper out of her hands. "That is my property you know." He cocked an eyebrow at her as he noticed her defenses were currently still up.
"Only looking..." he put in, hoping to calm her, while scanning the timetable. "Ahh… you see, we both attend the same classes…" Shayne stifled a laugh.
"Like every preceeding year, what of it?" he pointed at the paper as if he hadn't heard her statement, but acknowledged it.
"Save your arithmacy class…" she looked over to see that she still, in fact, was in the arithmacy classes. "Will you be sitting at the back again this year?" Shayne looked curiously at him.
"Now where did that come from, even Snape didn't remember me at all, let alone that I sat at the back." Blaise avoided her speculative look and placed the sheet of paper upon the table beside her, casually filling a goblet with chilled pumpkin juice.
"I never sad I didn't see you before, I said I didn't recognize you from before, it's hard not to notice someone who's ran into at least a dozen times because her eyes are trained to the floor." Shayne's eyes widened, she certainly didn't think that he would've remembered that. "And you see, it all worked out for the best…" Shayne stifled a laugh once more.
"Oh did it?" Was her snide little retort, he cocked an eyebrow curiously at her again.
" You know, if we're to continue being friends, you need to learn to control your verbal retaliations." she couldn't believe this boy beside her, an avid Quiddich buff, and someone who's grades were never that well had such a vocabulary as his. She also didn't know how she knew these things about him. "And I think it would be a little easier to endure Creatures with the Gryffindors if we stuck together." She eyed him curiously.
"Won't you be too busy speaking Quiddich with Malfoy and the others?" She asked a little less retaliative, and more calmly.
"Nothing that isn't spoken by the captain is important… you see, flint has the only real means of control over the team, anything he says…goes, with no complaint, if I was captain it would be the same, as if it were anyone else." Shayne nodded in understanding.
"I see, so does that mean on AND off the pitch, or just on?" Shayne questioned, this was a subject she could handle listening to, Quiddich was one of the things Shayne enjoyed easily.
"Just on, unless he calls some sort of meeting." Blaise suddenly looked up to a newfound figure that had seated itself across from them. "Speak of the devil." He whispered. Marcus flint eyed Shayne cautiously, as if he was unsure of her, or didn't know her, which, at this rate, was a definite possibility. He nodded at her.
"Hello Pryor, Zabini, we're having a meeting for the Quiddich team tonight, we're going to discuss new…" he looked at Shayne, as if wondering something. "Tactics and…recruitments, we're still short a player." Blaise nodded at flint, who took that as his leave and moved away from the table without concern.
"See what I mean?" Blaise voiced. "Meeting shouldn't take long, meet me in the library afterwards?" Shayne smiled as she finished up her breakfast.
"For what? Anticipating homework already, shame on you, you've probably jinxed us." He pointed upwards at her.
"That, that's what I mean Shayne, you're going to have to work on that." Shayne shook her head in annoyance.
"I'll try, but when you've spent five years as everyone's jokes, you build up this wall of defense, wrought iron too, have fun trying to break it down…." She pulled her bag up over her shoulders and headed off, she knew she was being impossible, but she didn't have and exactly trustful disposition.
E&E&E&E&"…So we're not quite sure what McGonagall is going to do about a captain this year, with Angelina and Katie both gone, Fred and George too, we're in a bit of a rut." Ron finished filling the table in as if it were his civic duty.
"We still have Michael, Ron, Ginny and myself now that McGonagall decided to let me play again." Harry added to the pile. "She said she's going to talk it over with Dumbledore, but we still need two beaters." Ginny shook her head and faltered upon swallowing her food.
"Uh, correction Harry, a beater and a chaser, remember, now that you're back I plan on being a beater." Harry nodded, confirming her request.
"…Bluth…" Ron muttered through a mouthful of half masticated food. "But…" he continued after he'd swallowed. "That means that you have to suffer tryouts again, the team can't just throw you in as a beater and simply hope you were the best choice." Ginny sneered at her older brother.
"Thanks for the vote of confidence Ron." She replied sarcastically, but Hermione put a comforting arm around her shoulder.
"You get to stay in as keeper, how do you know that the team can't find itself a better keeper?" Ron looked a bit disappointed and abashed, but found his reply.
"And how do we know she isn't going to go off and tell all our Quiddich plans to that Slytherin friend of hers?" Ron tried, pointing at Ginny accusedly, Hermione rolled her eyes and was about to make a rude remark to him, but Harry cut in.
"What Quiddich plans, our best plans are to practice and they've already taken that one from us, scheduling their practices when ours are and filling up all the times on the schedule way before hand so we simply don't get any practice times." Harry sighed and lifted his goblet to his lips.
"Look! I'm not going to say anything to Shayne about Quiddich, besides, what does she have to do with this? She doesn't even play Quiddich." Ron stuck a finger in the air and swallowed hard, looking as if it were a bit painful as well.
"But she is in the Slytherin house, which means she's as avid about them winning the cup simply for the glory and bragging rights." Ginny rolled her eyes as Ron finished and then noticed Shayne on her way out of the great hall.
"Speaking of, I'm going to go talk to someone who trusts me." She jumped up; pulling her bag up quickly and finding herself beside Shayne just as she pulled the door open to leave. "Shayne." Shayne turned to her and a devious grin slid across her lips, not purposefully, just habit.
"Hello Ginny." Ginny followed her out of the doors. " What are you doing tonight?" she questioned suddenly, to Ginny's surprise.
"Uh, I don't know, probably homework in the library." Shayne smiled at her response.
"All by yourself, or are you joining Potter and the others?" Ginny shook her head as to signify that she wouldn't be joining Harry. "So you'll join me…and Blaise whenever he shows up?" Ginny hesitated, she didn't quite know whether Blaise was trustworthy, but that was exactly why Shayne invited her, save for the obvious, Shayne was a bit skeptical as to Blaise's intentions in befriending her. No Slytherin would agree that easily to include a Gryffindor as their friend, but Shayne was an exception.
"Sure." Ginny agreed quietly. "After supper then?" Shayne nodded. "I'll; see you then, but if I don't get going I'll be late for divination withTrelawney." Shayne nodded and the two parted ways.
Ginny endured divination because her thoughts were elsewhere and Trelawney's attention wasn't focused on her, rather Trelawney had found a certain brunette to focus her 'energies' upon, Ginny catching the odd words that filtered through her train of thought. Than she pulled through Herbology with no scuffs, but a little dirt under her nails and history of magic with a rather black piece of paper that had once been blank.
Shayne too endured history of magic, whilst scribbling down what she thought was important between yawns, and then successfully completed her charm with a few faults in charms. Third period was creatures with the Gryffindors, in which she received frivolous looks from the golden trio, which, Shayne herself resented, but knew it wouldn't be easy for them to ever trust her due to the house she was placed in and her family history.
Blaise, however, took his place by her side, and upon seeing her looking in their direction, knew what was wrong and advised she ignore it.
"Even if she isn't distrustful, he is, he's on the Slytherin Quiddich team and he happens to be friends with her." Ron was trying desperately to find Shayne's fault so that he would have reason for his sister to stop this friendship before it got too far.
""Not to mention he's a friend of Malfoy." Harry supplied.
"You both need to learn to trust Ginny more, it's not like she's skittish, so at least try to show you have confidence in her." Both boys exchanged a thoughtful look and then ignored it and turned to their lesson.
Draco Malfoy and his cronies kept their attention flickering in Blaise and Shayne's direction with continuous evil glares each time their eyes found Shayne's or the Blaise's eyes. Shane ignored them as best she could, but it was hard when the three of them had a habit of speaking loud enough for many to hear.
After class, as Shayne began back to the castle, Blaise having left her on what Draco had said was 'important business', she could hear the group behind her and their discussion.
"I really think the bloody girl's trying to sabotage our chances at winning this year, or worse, her parents were death eaters after all, plus, I don't see how Ginny could trust her in the first place, she's in Slytherin for Merlin's sake." Ron finished and Shayne stopped and spun to face the small group.
" What could be worse than sabotaging your chances at winning? You think I'm personally going to ask he-who-must-not-be-named for a favor after he killed my parents is that it?" several passing sixth years stopped to listen. "Oh, yes, that it Weasley." Ron looked very harassed and swallowed hard before making a very confident reply.
"We don't know that now do we?" Hermione elbowed him in the ribs and he grabbed his side as if it had hurt him extensively. Shayne narrowed her eyes and stepped towards him.
"Then why not do me in right here? Right now?" his eyes opened wider and he looked at her as if she was crazy and made no reply. Shayne heard Draco Malfoy's incessant sniggering, along with that of his co-horts, but it left her undaunted, the whispering didn't bother her either. "Oh, yes, that's it, you…don't… have…the guts." Small laughs could be heard; oohs came from the Slytherins gathered around. For the first time really, Ron's courage shined through that goofy red headed exterior and he pulled out his wand, taking a couple of steps forward and pointing it right in her face. Shayne swallowed, but knew he still couldn't do it.
"Oh yeah." Ron said in a cold, yet shaky voice. Shayne smiled.
"Very well done Weasley, but it's an empty threat as far as I'm concerned." Ron clenched his jaw at her remark. Shayne knew she couldn't reach for her wand to make the odds even, so she opted for another way out. "Why don't you zap me before Hagrid comes to save you?" she pointed off behind him and quite a few heads turned, including Ron's. Hagrid was nowhere in sight.
"Nice tr-" he was cut off as Shayne's fist made contact with his jaw and he was knocked flat on his ass. Shayne immediately grabbed her fist and shook it. His wand had been knocked out of his hand and now lay at her feet. Shayne stooped and picked it up, eyeing it as if to use it, to which Ron consciously scrambled backwards in the grass, Harry and Hermione rushed forward and stopped beside him to see if he was ok.
"Lesson one Weasley… never threaten someone unless you intend to follow through, second… never look away." She paused and finally realized the group that had congregated around them, her attention and fury had been focused on him. "Third… never make assumptions, just because I'm a girl doesn't mean I can't knock you rightly on your ass and just because I'm in Slytherin…" she looked at some of her fellow housemates. "Doesn't make me lesser than yourself or otherwise and last…you really need to learn some manners, common courtesy would be a start…" she tossed his wand at him, which he caught extremely clumsily. Shayne turned and began walking towards the castle, clapping erupted behind her as Ron was lifted up onto his feet by the other two to the golden trio, but Shayne carefully cradled her hand.
"Now whas 'appened 'ere?" Hagrid's voice floated towards her ears and the clapping ceased, she glanced back to see the three watching her and the group separating whilst Hagrid had no idea what had happened. Shayne continued walking and almost reached the castle when she was beckoned.
"Pryor!" she knew it wasn't Blaise, but turned to see him walking towards her with a big smile and Draco, Crabbe and Goyle by his sides. Draco stood out front and looked somewhat pleased as he stopped only a few feet in front of her. "I must say I was quite amused…" Shayne rolled her eyes.
"I didn't do it to amuse you Malfoy, so if I did it wasn't on purpose." Draco cocked an eyebrow.
"Oh? Well, if you want it to be anything but that, you didn't achieve your goal." Shayne merely flipped her hair over her shoulder and pretended it didn't bother her.
"What are you talking about Malfoy?" Blaise asked as he stepped out of their group and took his place by her side. "Because from what I saw, she achieved her own goal and made you look like an idiot, the only person who has ever threatened to humiliate and destroy the golden trio never did it, but was overshadowed by a…girl." Shayne laughed at Blaise's words, in fact, Draco Malfoy had said that he would do that several times in the comfort of their very own common room.
"That… is no girl." Shayne, upon instinct, and upon the impulse of something she'd wanted to do several times, wound up and decked Draco next. He faltered backwards and immediately caught himself and rushed towards her, but was stopped by Blaise.
"now now Draco, don't do something you might regret." Blaise warned through a laugh, but Draco's eyes were trained on shayne and filled with a fury she'd never seen before.
"you'll pay for that." He hissed through clenched teeth. After a second blow, her hand was throbbing, but his eye was beginning to look a little red as well.
"It seems you too need to learn some manners Malfoy." Shayne replied coolly, rubbing at her hand and walking in the doors of the castle.
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Next time: Draco confronts Shayne on certain grounds and Shayne gets an unexpected apology.
