Calla sat outside Florence Fortescues wearing a dark blue silk dress. It
was short and tight. Shed been in Japan the week before and just loved
their style of robe, so she had brought one of each colour. Deciding on the
blue one to meet Draco Malfoy had been an easy decision. It made her blue
eyes seem...More magical, and her ice-blonde/black hair look even more
fantastic.
She spun straw around in her almost empty glass of strawberry milkshake. Sighing, Calla crossed her right leg over left, perfectly manicured toenails gleaming gold to match the trim on her dress. The sapphire ring that her mother, Adonia, had brought her glinted in the sunlight. The heavy gold bracelet just topped off the look. It slipped down her arm as she opened her bag. After rummaging around for a few seconds, she found the mirror and the lipgloss that she was looking for. Flicking open the mirror, Calla slicked on some clear, lemon scented lipgloss and checked her eyes. Her dark, thick lashes accentuated the blueness, and the dark eyeliner made them look bigger. She didnt need a lot of make-up. Quickly smoothing down her hair, she clicked the mirror shut to find Draco Malfoy stood in front of her.
Smiling inwardly, she noted that he was every bit as gorgeous as the photos Narcissa had sent. Ice-blonde hair to match hers fell into his eyes, grey/blue eyes on her dark blue ones. Supressing her joy that she wasnt going to spend the next month with a total loser, she stood up.
"Hi. Calla Karkaroff. But you can call me Calla." she said with a smile, extending her hand.
"Draco Malfoy," he said, taking Callas hand and kissing it.
"Arent you charming." Calla said, voice tainted with amusement.
Draco let go of her hand. "Its a pleasure to meet you," he said, more than a little icily. And itll be a pleasure to bed you, too, he thought to himself.
Calla smiled. "Oh, the pleasures all mine." Picking her two suitcases up, she thrust them at Crabbe and Goyle, who were stood a few feet behind Draco.
"This is Crabbe, and thats Goyle." Draco said, indicating them. "Well, pick her cases up then! Dont just stand there!" he instructed them. Crabbe and Goyle picked her cases up.
Calla put her bag over shoulder, and Draco admired her long, shapely slightly tanned legs as she turned around to retreive it. Sensing this, Calla 'accidentaly' dropped something. As she bent down to pick it up, so did Draco. He got to it just before she did. Calla flashed a dazzling smile at him, and Draco handed Calla what shed dropped.
"Thanks." she said, taking it from him.
"You have a really great smile." Draco said, and Calla flushed.
"You like smile? You should see my - " but her last words were drowned out my a large bang from across the road.
This pissed Calla off, she wasnt the kind of girl to wait around for something. Saw something she liked, she had to have it. Simple. And she would have Draco, even though he was the most eligible Pure-Blood around. A cruel smile came across Callas lips as she rememberd that most other Pure- Blood girls are total inbreds and are not in the slightest bit nice- looking. But Calla - In her opinion, she was a Goddess.
Draco, Crabbe, Goyle and Calla turned around to see where the bang had come from, and it turned out it was the worst kind of Pure-Blood, in Dracos opinion.
Across the road, Fred and George Weasley were testing out their new product in front of about 20 onlookers. They were saying something that was inaudible.
Draco looked on disgust. "Talk about a freak show." he sneered. Crabbe and Goyle laughed. Calla didnt.
"Theyre Weasleys, right?" she asked, looking intently at Fred and George.
"As Father would say - Red hair, freckles, disgrace to Wizard kind... Yeah theyre Weasleys."
"Pure-Bloods are - well, Pure-Blood right?"
"Theyre blood-traitors, as Regulus Black would say." Draco said, and he knew hed said something wrong because Calla stiffened up.
"Blood traitors?" she asked, furrowing her neat brow.
"Arthur Weasley, (thats their father)" Draco told Calla, "Works in the Deparment of Misuse of Muggle Artefacts, or something like that. They love Mudbloods, and people like Potter."
"Harry Potter...The Boy Who Lived..." Calla said, slowly, as if tasting the words.
Draco frowned. "You speak English very well, for someone whos not from England."
Calla turned to him, eyebrows raised. "Actually, I am from England. Well, my mother is. English is my second language. My first language is actually Russian."
"You dont have much of an accent." Crabbe commented.
Both Draco and Calla rolled their eyes, looking away from Crabbe and Goyle.
"Fathers waiting in Knockturn Alley." Draco said, taking Calla by the arm and steering her away from the joke that was Fred and George Weasley.
Calla, however, found them amusing, and knew, from personal experience, not to tar kids with the same brush as their relatives. She caught Freds and eye and flashed him a grin.
They turned right down Knockturn Alley, Calla and Draco walking a little faster than Crabbe and Goyle, because of Draco pulling on Calla and Callas luggage was weighing down Crabbe and Goyle.
As soon as they were out of sight of Crabbe and Goyle for a few seconds, Calla shoved Dracos hand off her arm.
"Three words : Personal. Body. Space." she said, looking at the red mark on her bare arm.
"Im willing to wager you like it rough." Draco said, smirking.
"Touch me again like that, and you wont get to touch me again." Calla said, slowing down on the last few words. Smirking, she smoothed herself off.
There was a soft pop as Lucius Malfoy apparated.
"You must be Calla," Lucius said, extending his hand.
"And you, sir, Mr Lucius Malfoy." Calla said, charming him, smiling and fluttering her eyelashes a little as she shook his hand.
"Call me Lucius," he said, thinking how great a recruit she would make, and Calla was certainly the best candidate for a girlfriend for Draco.
"Thankyou so much for allowing me to stay with you," Calla said, "In times such as these, us pure-bloods should stick together. Half-breeds and Mudbloods running around...I tell you, it just makes me fell ill."
Lucius chuckled softly. "Its no problem at all, you are most welcome." he flashed Draco a grin. "And, I am inclined to agree with you. Mudbloods and Half-Breeds..." he said, with some disgust in his voice. "Im terribly sorry, but I have an urgent business call. I trust that you know what a Portkey is?"
Calla nodded. "Of course."
Lucius flicked his wand and a book appeared. "This will take you to the estate. The Floo Networks are being watched." he added.
Calla raised an eyebrow. "Really?" then she chuckled. "Im not suprised. Dumbledore and his minions..." shaking her head, frowning, saying it more to herself than anyone. else.
"Calla, I get the feeling that we are going to get along fantastically." Lucius said, smiling.
"So do I." she said, smiling that dazzling smile.
Crabbe, Goyle, Draco and Calla touched the book as Lucius swept down Knockturn Alley.
She spun straw around in her almost empty glass of strawberry milkshake. Sighing, Calla crossed her right leg over left, perfectly manicured toenails gleaming gold to match the trim on her dress. The sapphire ring that her mother, Adonia, had brought her glinted in the sunlight. The heavy gold bracelet just topped off the look. It slipped down her arm as she opened her bag. After rummaging around for a few seconds, she found the mirror and the lipgloss that she was looking for. Flicking open the mirror, Calla slicked on some clear, lemon scented lipgloss and checked her eyes. Her dark, thick lashes accentuated the blueness, and the dark eyeliner made them look bigger. She didnt need a lot of make-up. Quickly smoothing down her hair, she clicked the mirror shut to find Draco Malfoy stood in front of her.
Smiling inwardly, she noted that he was every bit as gorgeous as the photos Narcissa had sent. Ice-blonde hair to match hers fell into his eyes, grey/blue eyes on her dark blue ones. Supressing her joy that she wasnt going to spend the next month with a total loser, she stood up.
"Hi. Calla Karkaroff. But you can call me Calla." she said with a smile, extending her hand.
"Draco Malfoy," he said, taking Callas hand and kissing it.
"Arent you charming." Calla said, voice tainted with amusement.
Draco let go of her hand. "Its a pleasure to meet you," he said, more than a little icily. And itll be a pleasure to bed you, too, he thought to himself.
Calla smiled. "Oh, the pleasures all mine." Picking her two suitcases up, she thrust them at Crabbe and Goyle, who were stood a few feet behind Draco.
"This is Crabbe, and thats Goyle." Draco said, indicating them. "Well, pick her cases up then! Dont just stand there!" he instructed them. Crabbe and Goyle picked her cases up.
Calla put her bag over shoulder, and Draco admired her long, shapely slightly tanned legs as she turned around to retreive it. Sensing this, Calla 'accidentaly' dropped something. As she bent down to pick it up, so did Draco. He got to it just before she did. Calla flashed a dazzling smile at him, and Draco handed Calla what shed dropped.
"Thanks." she said, taking it from him.
"You have a really great smile." Draco said, and Calla flushed.
"You like smile? You should see my - " but her last words were drowned out my a large bang from across the road.
This pissed Calla off, she wasnt the kind of girl to wait around for something. Saw something she liked, she had to have it. Simple. And she would have Draco, even though he was the most eligible Pure-Blood around. A cruel smile came across Callas lips as she rememberd that most other Pure- Blood girls are total inbreds and are not in the slightest bit nice- looking. But Calla - In her opinion, she was a Goddess.
Draco, Crabbe, Goyle and Calla turned around to see where the bang had come from, and it turned out it was the worst kind of Pure-Blood, in Dracos opinion.
Across the road, Fred and George Weasley were testing out their new product in front of about 20 onlookers. They were saying something that was inaudible.
Draco looked on disgust. "Talk about a freak show." he sneered. Crabbe and Goyle laughed. Calla didnt.
"Theyre Weasleys, right?" she asked, looking intently at Fred and George.
"As Father would say - Red hair, freckles, disgrace to Wizard kind... Yeah theyre Weasleys."
"Pure-Bloods are - well, Pure-Blood right?"
"Theyre blood-traitors, as Regulus Black would say." Draco said, and he knew hed said something wrong because Calla stiffened up.
"Blood traitors?" she asked, furrowing her neat brow.
"Arthur Weasley, (thats their father)" Draco told Calla, "Works in the Deparment of Misuse of Muggle Artefacts, or something like that. They love Mudbloods, and people like Potter."
"Harry Potter...The Boy Who Lived..." Calla said, slowly, as if tasting the words.
Draco frowned. "You speak English very well, for someone whos not from England."
Calla turned to him, eyebrows raised. "Actually, I am from England. Well, my mother is. English is my second language. My first language is actually Russian."
"You dont have much of an accent." Crabbe commented.
Both Draco and Calla rolled their eyes, looking away from Crabbe and Goyle.
"Fathers waiting in Knockturn Alley." Draco said, taking Calla by the arm and steering her away from the joke that was Fred and George Weasley.
Calla, however, found them amusing, and knew, from personal experience, not to tar kids with the same brush as their relatives. She caught Freds and eye and flashed him a grin.
They turned right down Knockturn Alley, Calla and Draco walking a little faster than Crabbe and Goyle, because of Draco pulling on Calla and Callas luggage was weighing down Crabbe and Goyle.
As soon as they were out of sight of Crabbe and Goyle for a few seconds, Calla shoved Dracos hand off her arm.
"Three words : Personal. Body. Space." she said, looking at the red mark on her bare arm.
"Im willing to wager you like it rough." Draco said, smirking.
"Touch me again like that, and you wont get to touch me again." Calla said, slowing down on the last few words. Smirking, she smoothed herself off.
There was a soft pop as Lucius Malfoy apparated.
"You must be Calla," Lucius said, extending his hand.
"And you, sir, Mr Lucius Malfoy." Calla said, charming him, smiling and fluttering her eyelashes a little as she shook his hand.
"Call me Lucius," he said, thinking how great a recruit she would make, and Calla was certainly the best candidate for a girlfriend for Draco.
"Thankyou so much for allowing me to stay with you," Calla said, "In times such as these, us pure-bloods should stick together. Half-breeds and Mudbloods running around...I tell you, it just makes me fell ill."
Lucius chuckled softly. "Its no problem at all, you are most welcome." he flashed Draco a grin. "And, I am inclined to agree with you. Mudbloods and Half-Breeds..." he said, with some disgust in his voice. "Im terribly sorry, but I have an urgent business call. I trust that you know what a Portkey is?"
Calla nodded. "Of course."
Lucius flicked his wand and a book appeared. "This will take you to the estate. The Floo Networks are being watched." he added.
Calla raised an eyebrow. "Really?" then she chuckled. "Im not suprised. Dumbledore and his minions..." shaking her head, frowning, saying it more to herself than anyone. else.
"Calla, I get the feeling that we are going to get along fantastically." Lucius said, smiling.
"So do I." she said, smiling that dazzling smile.
Crabbe, Goyle, Draco and Calla touched the book as Lucius swept down Knockturn Alley.