Viviel later wondered how she had ever made it through
the entire double Potions lesson without going insane by the constant distractions
of the Gryffindors. They had talked throughout the entire class in low tones
so that finally Professor Snape glided out of his office and took off ten
points from their house. She felt their eyes follow her down to dinner and
caught them many times staring over from the Gryffindor table. A couple of
other eyes were beginning to follow her, too. Other students from Hufflepuff
and Ravenclaw would turn suddenly from their friends to stare curiously in
her direction.
This continued on for week or so, students watching her avidly during meals or haunting her footsteps to her classes. Potions, which had started out with an A on her essay when it was handed back, became the most distasterous lesson Viviel ever remembered attending. Potter and his friends, with the exception of Granger who was attempting to shush them, weren't bothering to keep their voices down at the next lesson. She caught snippets of what they were saying as she trying to copy Draco and his simmering Radiation Reductor Draft.
"I guess Parkinson finally got sick of his inflamed head and dumped him." Weasley was saying.
"Not likely. Did you see her drooling at him from across the table during breakfast?"
"Shhhhh…"
"What other reason does Draco have to find a new girl?"
"Maybe he wanted a new toy. I don't blame him, Pansy's an ugly cow…"
"Shut up, you two," Granger hissed, "You're going to make Snape angry again."
"We were just wondering about his new lap dog, is all, Hermione…"
Viviel's hand shook at this comment and the cup of chopped kelpie liver fell on the edge of her cauldron. Half of the liver plopped noisily into the bubbling magenta water and turned it a purple. The other half scattered across her work table and the dungeon floor.
"Dorgen!" Draco sighed angrily, trying to hurriedly gather the chopped liver and put it into the potion quickly before it was too late. "What in the blazes do you think you're doing?!"
"I… I just…"
They gathered the liver and tossed it in. The purple blended carefully into a dull blue, nothing like the vivid sea blue in Draco's cauldron. She bit her lip angrily and tossed a malevolent look over at Potter and Weasley who were still talking about her and Draco. Draco followed her gaze and listened as well.
"At least she's good looking. Who is she again?"
"Ron, honestly." Granger sighed. "She's Viviel Dorgen, and she'd one of the top students, I'd thought you'd know that…"
"An intelligent Slytherin, not likely." said Weasley with a snort. Potter laughed. "She's not so smart if she's gone google-eyed at Draco."
"She doesn't seem to google-eyed to me." Granger commented.
"Why's she always seeking him for Potions help?" asked Potter curiously.
They hadn't looked in her direction for a while and didn't seem to realize their conversation was being listened into. Some of the other students around their table also were pausing in their potion making to listen to their theories.
"I bet she wants something else from him. Like his body, or his money. He's daddy's little rich boy and all…"
"And you're daddy's little poor boy, Weasley." Sneered Draco loudly for the entire Potions class could hear.
Weasley's ears went a brilliant pink around the edges as the three of them looked suddenly up and over at them. Viviel was furious and well aware that her wand hand was always in her pocket. She took a deep breathe and tried to calm her screaming nerves.
Stupid, ignorant, nosy… she thought, steaming, How can they have the nerve to even accuse me of such a thing without any damned proof!
"Shut up, Malfoy." Potter said, his wand also already in his hand and pointed in their direction.
"Harry…"
"Tell your blood-traitor friend to keep his own perverted thoughts in his head, Potter." Draco spat out. "Don't talk about what you don't know. You're friend the Mudblood knows that."
It was all over the school by dinner time. Professor Snape had cut Gryffindor fifty points and landed Potter in a week's worth of detentions for trying to jinx Draco from across the dungeon. He had missed, thankfully, but had hit Viviel's cauldron which had drenched everyone in a ten foot radius. All the students hit with her weak potion had had to be sent to Madam Pomfrey's so she could stop their skin from glowing a brilliant purple-white. And Professor Snape had given Viviel extra homework.
This continued on for week or so, students watching her avidly during meals or haunting her footsteps to her classes. Potions, which had started out with an A on her essay when it was handed back, became the most distasterous lesson Viviel ever remembered attending. Potter and his friends, with the exception of Granger who was attempting to shush them, weren't bothering to keep their voices down at the next lesson. She caught snippets of what they were saying as she trying to copy Draco and his simmering Radiation Reductor Draft.
"I guess Parkinson finally got sick of his inflamed head and dumped him." Weasley was saying.
"Not likely. Did you see her drooling at him from across the table during breakfast?"
"Shhhhh…"
"What other reason does Draco have to find a new girl?"
"Maybe he wanted a new toy. I don't blame him, Pansy's an ugly cow…"
"Shut up, you two," Granger hissed, "You're going to make Snape angry again."
"We were just wondering about his new lap dog, is all, Hermione…"
Viviel's hand shook at this comment and the cup of chopped kelpie liver fell on the edge of her cauldron. Half of the liver plopped noisily into the bubbling magenta water and turned it a purple. The other half scattered across her work table and the dungeon floor.
"Dorgen!" Draco sighed angrily, trying to hurriedly gather the chopped liver and put it into the potion quickly before it was too late. "What in the blazes do you think you're doing?!"
"I… I just…"
They gathered the liver and tossed it in. The purple blended carefully into a dull blue, nothing like the vivid sea blue in Draco's cauldron. She bit her lip angrily and tossed a malevolent look over at Potter and Weasley who were still talking about her and Draco. Draco followed her gaze and listened as well.
"At least she's good looking. Who is she again?"
"Ron, honestly." Granger sighed. "She's Viviel Dorgen, and she'd one of the top students, I'd thought you'd know that…"
"An intelligent Slytherin, not likely." said Weasley with a snort. Potter laughed. "She's not so smart if she's gone google-eyed at Draco."
"She doesn't seem to google-eyed to me." Granger commented.
"Why's she always seeking him for Potions help?" asked Potter curiously.
They hadn't looked in her direction for a while and didn't seem to realize their conversation was being listened into. Some of the other students around their table also were pausing in their potion making to listen to their theories.
"I bet she wants something else from him. Like his body, or his money. He's daddy's little rich boy and all…"
"And you're daddy's little poor boy, Weasley." Sneered Draco loudly for the entire Potions class could hear.
Weasley's ears went a brilliant pink around the edges as the three of them looked suddenly up and over at them. Viviel was furious and well aware that her wand hand was always in her pocket. She took a deep breathe and tried to calm her screaming nerves.
Stupid, ignorant, nosy… she thought, steaming, How can they have the nerve to even accuse me of such a thing without any damned proof!
"Shut up, Malfoy." Potter said, his wand also already in his hand and pointed in their direction.
"Harry…"
"Tell your blood-traitor friend to keep his own perverted thoughts in his head, Potter." Draco spat out. "Don't talk about what you don't know. You're friend the Mudblood knows that."
It was all over the school by dinner time. Professor Snape had cut Gryffindor fifty points and landed Potter in a week's worth of detentions for trying to jinx Draco from across the dungeon. He had missed, thankfully, but had hit Viviel's cauldron which had drenched everyone in a ten foot radius. All the students hit with her weak potion had had to be sent to Madam Pomfrey's so she could stop their skin from glowing a brilliant purple-white. And Professor Snape had given Viviel extra homework.