i don't own harry potter wish i did but i dont so u know the drill
It was completely true, he hadn't changed much at all in both looks and attitude. In fact I think it would be widely accepted fact that he had become, if possible, more bloody arrogant than he had been as a child. In fact the only difference that I particularly noticed about him was the way in which he treated me. Instead of his 'oh-so witty' childish comments about my tom boyishness it now seemed his only aim was to annoy the hell out of me. he was succeeding. I desperately longed to give in to urge to give him a swift kick to the bollocks. Assuming he had any that is. Prick.
"Well well Veronica look at you all grown up!" at was at this point he chose to walk towards me, walking around me as if taking me in from all angles, I must have been the most exciting circus show he had ever seen. I had begun to get used to this treatment though as I got older. It appeared this was the way many of the men to judge how 'well bred' the women was. honestly you would think we were all dogs at a show. I found it rather degrading but knowing full well that Lucius, like a faithful little puppy, hah how ironic, would be off to write a letter to my dearest daddy as soon as he got a chance, to report on my behaviour, so like a good little girl I bit my tongue and waited until he finished his physical examination. the thought "barn owl in a cage" came to mind.
"I've been looking all over the train for you, your father wrote me a delightful letter informing me that you would be attending hogwarts this year, asking if I would keep an eye out and make sure you don't get tied up with the wrong sort" he said the last part with his nose scrunched up and I couldn't help but be reminded of a ferret. I didn't enjoy the sarcasm, I knew very well that my obnoxious father was incapable of writing a 'delightful' letter. "you understand don't you Veronica." it took all of my composer not to spit in his face. was he purposely trying to be patronising? he was speaking to me as if explaining something to a five year old. I had not missed his superiority complex.
"my name is Vonny, Lucille. and I understand perfectly." well aware that he could see right through that sweet smile and hear the force of my words. I hated it when people called me by my proper name. the only people that did were my parents and their little friends and I find it in all honesty rather repulsive. Lucius knew that of course and when we were younger he used it as another way to annoy me. but I had found that calling him Lucille usual worked the trick in getting him to stop it. seems it had worked this time aswell because he was no longer smirking at the sound of his old nickname, but then again what had he expected he never really possessed any wit to challenge me with, I hoped for his sake his duelling skills were better.
watching his face I could see him trying to decide whether it was worth calling me Veronica and pissing me off and people hearing me call him Lucille, weighing up his options he knew that it wasn't worth it, no not at all. I knew I had won and it made me feel so much better and I waited until he composed himself enough to babble some more of his usual rubbish. it was great to see him again, he was such an easy target seems that money can't buy you brains and he, like his mother would just have to get through life on looks alone unless he had some other hidden talent... I really didn't want to think about that.
"my carriage is up the top if the train, some aqquantences of mine are keeping it for me. I think you'll find the people in it will be alot more to your liking than these lot." he gestured to some people walking towards us, the two boys appeared to be identical twins, around 6'1 both had short blond spiky hair, blue eyes, and a strong jaw. the one on the left wearing a robe with a hufflepuff badge while the other one with a gryfindor one. when they had passed Lucius gave himself a little shake as if he'd just been subjected to watching somebody murder his pet dog, infact maybe not, that sounds exactly like something Lucius would love. he's always been rather sadistic. "the thompson brothers, both mudbloods of course I believe they're in your year, we wouldn't want you associating with the likes of that." I felt as strongly about mudbloods as any other proper pureblood was expected to but I certainly did not appreciate being told who I could and couldn't speak with, especially by somebody as egotistical and mentally retarded as the minor Malfoy. "follow me and I'll introduce you to some decent wizards and witches, I'm sure you'll recognise some of the names." he walked off down the train and I almost didn't follow him, I didn't particularly long to spend time with Lucius and his little 'gang' of friends but knowing he would be in touch with my father and the fact that the idea of four and half hours sitting by myself in a train carriage didn't seem overly appealing I followed him anyway.
he waited till I had caught up with him and he walked by my side, I vaguely wondered if he was gearing himself up to spill his pathetic little guts out to me. the thought amused me for a few seconds but I knew even he wasn't that soft. I was being rather cruel to him, after all he can't be that much of a waste of a human body if he had made it into slytherin. and yet, I'd been told that both the crabbes and the goyles and sons had also made it to slytherin so it was still possible.
"you haven't changed much Vonny." his voice made me jump I had daydreamed off about ways to torture those oafs crabbe and goyle and I wasn't expecting it. "what" well done vonny very feminine. I was so uncomposed, bloody Lucille damn him! his laugh was rather deep and masculine and it surprised me, I remembered his father and mine laughing at some of their sickening little jokes and couldn't help be astounded at how similar Lucius and his father sounded, and looked. good genetics is suppose. rather sad that he had inherited his mothers brain.
" and what exactly had you expected Mr.Malfoy? that I had went out on a whim and bleached my hair blonde and lost the ability to string words together in a general sentence, oh dear I didn't mean to make such a obvious reference to your fancy piece" I had completely lost my composer, I shouldn't be speaking to him like this but frankly I wasn't in the mood to be polite, I had spent several hours travelling and I knew the train journey would be a couple more. I didn't need anybody annoying me.
"now now vonny I highly doubt your father would be pleased to hear you refer to one of your peers like that would he?" he had stopped now and was turned facing me. "but then again your father isn't here now is he?" that statement has thrown me slightly. the malfoys were one of the oldest pureblood families and if their was one thing the Malfoy men loved it was obedient women and women holding their tongues. and at the minute I was acting as neither.
I was usually very good at keeping emotion from my face but when I didn't it was always very obvious what was running through my mind, and I assume from the smirk on Lucilles face that this was one of those moments. "thats was always one of your problems vonny, your ever so good at playing the perfect pureblood daughter in public and in front of your fathers friends, but as soon as your away from them your forget yourself." I knew he was right, I bloody hated him being right and I knew that I couldn't say anything to prove him wrong. dammit. " but while your here you need not worry about that, not while your with friends." at that comment I raised my eyebrow with all the coolness I could muster. he gave a short swift laugh before muttering something I assume he didn't expect me to here. " oh yes you and Bella will, get on well." and he turned to open up the doors of the compartment in front of him.
if u think its crap feel free to tell me, im only doing this because im bored. xxxxxxxxx