Pansy Parkinson threw a fit when
she found the burn hole in her forest green comforter on her first night
back at Hogwarts. None of the other girls claimed to no what had happened.
Someone suggested that a house-elf had left the coals in the bed warmers
to long, and Viviel didn't bother to correct the assumption.
Monday started out all right, with her N.E.W.T. class in Transfiguration. It was hard not to glow with pride when Professor McGonagall handed back her essay, an O written in scarlet ink at the top.
"I would like to say," Professor McGonagall said from the front of the classroom, "That all of my N.E.W.T. students are averaging A's at the moment, but I'm disappointed to report some of your peers received P's. Thankfully, there were no D's, or certain houses would be lacking house points at the moment."
Viviel noticed out of the corner of her eye that a Gryffindor named Seamus Finnigan had just turned scarlet in the face and hastily stuffed his essay into his bag.
"We're going to work on molecular re-growth today. I hope you all looked in your books over break like I had asked." There were several groans. "Now, the directions are the board. Pair up and work on this bones." She indicated a box of broken and splintered bones that looked horribly human.
As she had suspected, Viviel found Malfoy grinning down at her from in front of her desk.
"Would you care to be my partner, Miss Viviel?" he asked in a roguishly manner, winking at her.
Rather than become upset with this behavior, Viviel just smiled and shook her head at his silly mannerisms. He'd been acting in this peculiar way ever since he returned over holiday. She couldn't discover a reason behind it, and found she didn't really care. It was rather flattering, and at some times even humorous.
"I-"
"No, Malfoy." Said Professor McGonagall, sweeping over beside him. He looked at her with slight surprise. "No, you can partner with Miss Greengrass. Miss Dorgen is needed to help young Finnigan with this assignment. Go on, then."
Draco muttered darkly under his breathe, and he was not the only one. Grumpily, Finnigan made his way over from his desk to join Viviel at hers. He scowled deeply at the Slytherin badge pinned to her robes, and Draco scowled as prominently at him.
"Well… er, what problems are you having?" Viviel asked as normally as she could, suddenly uncomfortable with the situation she'd found herself it.
"None." he muttered, pulling out his wand and squinting up at the board infront of the class. Waving his wand high above his head, he brought it down before Viviel could cry out, "No, wait!"
The bone shattered and exploded in the same instant, showering the two of them in bone fragments and covering the desk area in a thick vat of smoke.
Viviel coughed, pulling out her wand and performing a vanishing charm on the mess that the Gryffindor had made.
"What the hell do you think you were doing?" cried Professor McGonagall, outraged. "WAIT UNTIL SHE GIVES YOU INSTRUCTION. That is why I partnered you two TO-GETH-ER."
Finnigan flushed again and muttered an apology. She cut him off. "It's alright. No one got hurt, okay? You just need to make the movement smaller and smoother."
"Alright." he said sheepishly, getting up to get another bone from the box.
She beamed at him and in turn moved to smile at Draco, who was sitting some ways away. Viviel was surprised to see him staring malevolently at Finnigan's back. What on earth was that for?
The bell rang for lunch, and Viviel put away two bones, one perfectly re-grown and another slightly mangled (Finnigan's, obviously).
"Thanks, Dorgen." Finnigan said gruffly, giving her a fleeting grin before taking off with some of his Gryffindor friends.
Draco met her outside the door, still glaring at Finnigan's retreating back. However, he smiled when he caught sight of her and moved to walk beside her down to the Great Hall.
"What on earth are you giving him dirty looks for?" she asked him.
"He's stupid prat," said Draco simply, "Both of you could have been seriously hurt."
He followed her in through the doors to the Great Hall and settled himself down next to her at the Slytherin table, again glancing angrily in the direction of the Gryffindors. Viviel rolled her eyes up towards the enchanted ceiling as she helped herself to lunch.
"What?" asked Draco.
She grinned at him. "I find it humorous that you said 'both of you' rather than just 'you.' You never seemed like one who cared to much for people other than Slytherins."
His grey eyes went wide in shock, and it was apparent he hadn't realized what he had said before. Then Draco smiled back. "I guess you're having an influence on me. Aren't you glad I'm not as horrible as the rest of the idiots believe?"
Monday started out all right, with her N.E.W.T. class in Transfiguration. It was hard not to glow with pride when Professor McGonagall handed back her essay, an O written in scarlet ink at the top.
"I would like to say," Professor McGonagall said from the front of the classroom, "That all of my N.E.W.T. students are averaging A's at the moment, but I'm disappointed to report some of your peers received P's. Thankfully, there were no D's, or certain houses would be lacking house points at the moment."
Viviel noticed out of the corner of her eye that a Gryffindor named Seamus Finnigan had just turned scarlet in the face and hastily stuffed his essay into his bag.
"We're going to work on molecular re-growth today. I hope you all looked in your books over break like I had asked." There were several groans. "Now, the directions are the board. Pair up and work on this bones." She indicated a box of broken and splintered bones that looked horribly human.
As she had suspected, Viviel found Malfoy grinning down at her from in front of her desk.
"Would you care to be my partner, Miss Viviel?" he asked in a roguishly manner, winking at her.
Rather than become upset with this behavior, Viviel just smiled and shook her head at his silly mannerisms. He'd been acting in this peculiar way ever since he returned over holiday. She couldn't discover a reason behind it, and found she didn't really care. It was rather flattering, and at some times even humorous.
"I-"
"No, Malfoy." Said Professor McGonagall, sweeping over beside him. He looked at her with slight surprise. "No, you can partner with Miss Greengrass. Miss Dorgen is needed to help young Finnigan with this assignment. Go on, then."
Draco muttered darkly under his breathe, and he was not the only one. Grumpily, Finnigan made his way over from his desk to join Viviel at hers. He scowled deeply at the Slytherin badge pinned to her robes, and Draco scowled as prominently at him.
"Well… er, what problems are you having?" Viviel asked as normally as she could, suddenly uncomfortable with the situation she'd found herself it.
"None." he muttered, pulling out his wand and squinting up at the board infront of the class. Waving his wand high above his head, he brought it down before Viviel could cry out, "No, wait!"
The bone shattered and exploded in the same instant, showering the two of them in bone fragments and covering the desk area in a thick vat of smoke.
Viviel coughed, pulling out her wand and performing a vanishing charm on the mess that the Gryffindor had made.
"What the hell do you think you were doing?" cried Professor McGonagall, outraged. "WAIT UNTIL SHE GIVES YOU INSTRUCTION. That is why I partnered you two TO-GETH-ER."
Finnigan flushed again and muttered an apology. She cut him off. "It's alright. No one got hurt, okay? You just need to make the movement smaller and smoother."
"Alright." he said sheepishly, getting up to get another bone from the box.
She beamed at him and in turn moved to smile at Draco, who was sitting some ways away. Viviel was surprised to see him staring malevolently at Finnigan's back. What on earth was that for?
The bell rang for lunch, and Viviel put away two bones, one perfectly re-grown and another slightly mangled (Finnigan's, obviously).
"Thanks, Dorgen." Finnigan said gruffly, giving her a fleeting grin before taking off with some of his Gryffindor friends.
Draco met her outside the door, still glaring at Finnigan's retreating back. However, he smiled when he caught sight of her and moved to walk beside her down to the Great Hall.
"What on earth are you giving him dirty looks for?" she asked him.
"He's stupid prat," said Draco simply, "Both of you could have been seriously hurt."
He followed her in through the doors to the Great Hall and settled himself down next to her at the Slytherin table, again glancing angrily in the direction of the Gryffindors. Viviel rolled her eyes up towards the enchanted ceiling as she helped herself to lunch.
"What?" asked Draco.
She grinned at him. "I find it humorous that you said 'both of you' rather than just 'you.' You never seemed like one who cared to much for people other than Slytherins."
His grey eyes went wide in shock, and it was apparent he hadn't realized what he had said before. Then Draco smiled back. "I guess you're having an influence on me. Aren't you glad I'm not as horrible as the rest of the idiots believe?"