Dakota sat in her classroom, staring out the window paying no attention to the world around her. Her teachers had been reprimanding her all week, but she didn't care. All she cared about was getting out of there. The school felt like Azkaban to her. In her boredom, Dakota decided to reread the letter Draco wrote her last.
Dakota
No, you can't call me whatever you want. I may be a couple hundred miles away but I WILL still you for it.
So the school sucks huh? Worse than the Manor? I would hope not, for your sake. And again, I'm sorry… for abandoning you like that. It's just with father and all... Well, I don't want anything to happen to you, okay? You and Mum are about the only people I care about in this world. I never really got to know your parents, therefore I can't say I liked or cared about them. No offense.
I'm writing this to you in the Great Hall, very quickly, to be truthful, because I don't very well fancy anyone knowing I have a soft side. So on that note, I'm ending this here.
Write soon; your letters keep me busy from my homework.
-Draco, the Cooler Cousin.
As she read the letter, Dakota couldn't help but laugh. Her teacher heard her, looked her way, and asked her if she thought the burnings in old Muggle times were amusing.
Dakotas's eyes quickly became wide and she managed to stutter, "No, Ma'am."
The teacher then looked away and continued to lecture the class. Dakota took out her quill and began composing a note to Draco, which she could send after classes were over.
Drakey,
I don't care if you say you're gonna me, I'm so bored that I would welcome it.
I'm glad to know you care about me. At least someone does. It seems like the world just crashed around me... at least, what little world I had.
I don't know about you, but it seems like something weird is going on with Dumbledore. He never sent Potter off when he had trouble...
I feel kind of weird being the only one EVER sent away from Hogwarts...
By the way, you are such a SOFTEEE!! Okay, well, the class has just
ended so I must go now. I shall send this letter with my owl later tonight. Talk to you later.
-Dakota, the WAY Cooler Cousin, Always Has Been, Always Will Be!
Dakota picked up her books and shuffled on to her next class. There, she resumed staring into space and thinking. And the harder she thought, the more she liked what she was thinking. She had to tell Draco first, of course, and she had to plan very carefully. But if it did work, it was going to work perfectly. She grabbed a quill and piece of parchment, and began scribbling ideas down. By the time the end of classes came, she almost had her whole plan made out, and she couldn't wait to put it into action.