Disclaimer: I am not affiliated with JK Rowling in any way. Anything similar to her works is hers. I own Maria and what little plot I had added to the story.
Maria awoke the next morning fully refreshed. After getting ready for the day, she went down for breakfast in the Great Hall. Due to how late (or early in Maria's opinion) she woke up, the majority of the house tables were almost full. She searched for bushy brown hair and ginger at the Gryffindor table and quickly found it. While walking over to there, Maria noticed Draco and a pug-faced girl taunt Harry. They went over to the Slytherin table before Maria could confront them.
"What's up with you, Harry?" Maria asked at the same time George did.
"Taking, my place eh?" Fred asked her as he sat down. Maria giggled before turning her attention back to Harry
"Malfoy." Ron said while glaring at the Slytherin table.
"Do you want me to talk to him?" Maria asked Harry, who shook his head.
"Why would he listen to you?" George asked.
"His parents and my maman were neighbors when they had us. We were best friends until I moved to France," Maria explained.
"It's not like he'd listen anyways." Hermione said while looking at Draco. He was pretending to faint. Disgusted, Maria, looked at George.
"That little git." George said. "He wasn't so cocky last night on the train when the dementors were down at our end of the train. Came running into our compartment, didn't he, Fred?"
"Nearly wet himself." Fred added. Maria knew that he was exaggerating, but based on Draco's behavior as of late, she almost felt better knowing that.
"I wasn't too happy myself," George said. "They're horrible things, those dementors..."
"Sort of freeze your insides, don't they?" said Fred.
"You didn't pass out though, did you" Harry asked in a whisper.
"Harry, you're making a big deal out of nothing," Maria assured him. "Dementors are known to suck the happiness out of people and places. It's just a fluke that it happened to you. Now, I have to get my course schedule."
With that, Maria left the Gryffindor table towards the head table. She approached Dumbledore.
"How may I help you, Miss LeCleu?" he asked.
"I was wondering if I could have my course schedule," Maria explained.
"Ah, yes quite the full schedule indeed," Professor Dumbledore smiled. "I trust you have all the things necessary for all your classes?" With Maria's nod he handed her the schedule. "Good luck Miss LeCleu."
Maria went back to the Gryffindor table after that, only to find Ron and Hermione arguing over her schedule.
"I told you, I have it worked out with Professor McGonagall," she insisted, but Ron wouldn't hear it.
"Can you believe her, Maria?" Ron asked. "Three classes at once!"
"Why yes, I can Ron," Maria said smugly. "My schedule is similar, see? I have two classes at once."
"But... you can't..." Ron sputtered. "You can't possibly be in more than one class at a time."
"Of course not. But I, like Hermione, have it figured out with the professors. Now if you'll excuse me, I have to speak with a certain Slytherin about his behavior."
Maria grabbed her things and stalked towards the Slytherin table. As she was doing so she noticed a few things; Draco was sitting with the same two large boys that were in the train with him, the pug-faced girl from earlier was sitting next to him hanging on every word he said, and that he was making fun of Harry.
"Draco," Maria greeted coldly sitting down across from him.
"Maria, how are you?" Draco smiled, completely ignoring Maria's tone of voice.
"Pretty well, considering the dementors," Maria snapped as his smile fell. While she personally didn't feel anything when the dementors were around, she felt angered that Draco acted as nothing happened to him. "You know the things that suck the soul out of a person that leaves a hollow shell of a body to live?"
"You can't possibly be as bad as Potty," the pug-faced girl smirked. "Pansy Parkinson," she said while holding out her hand.
"Maria LeCleu," Maria smiled thinly and ignored the outstretched hand. "I doubt that anyone could have experienced as much emotional trauma as Harry to be that affected by dementors. The more trauma a person has gone through, the worse a person is affected, did you know? Considering he defeated Voldemort at age one, it's pretty impressive that he only passed out. The negative energy of his experiences is like a fly to a frog for the dementors."
The Slytherins looked at each other, thoroughly scolded by the metamorphmagus. They hadn't considered the reason why Harry was so affected, they just knew he was more affected.
"What's your timetable like?" Maria asked Draco, shocking him with the 180 in attitude. She took it out of his hands as he was blubbering for words. She inspected the time schedule noting that potions, of course, she had with him. As well as History of Magic on Wednesdays and Arithmancy on Fridays. The schedule was handed back to Draco as she stood up.
"If you'll excuse me, I have Divination which according to Professor Lupin, is all the way up the North Tower," she said haughtily. "I'll see you in potions today."
Maria grabbed her bag, a piece of toast and marmalade, and off she was to Divination. As she got to the door of the Great Hall, however, she heard laughter from the Slytherin table. She turned and saw Draco pretending to faint again. Disgusted, she stormed off in a huff.
"Maria, wait!" she heard a female voice say. "Divination right?"
Maria turned around to see Hermione, Harry, and Ron behind her. They caught up to her quickly. "Any idea on how to get to the North Tower?"
"We were going to ask you that," Ron said.
"Yes Ron, ask the person who's been here literally one day," Maria rolled her eyes. The group of four wandered vaguely North, every once and a while they would come across a fork in the Castle while going upstairs.
"There's-got-to-be-a-shortcut," Ron panted while going up the seventh staircase.
Maria had to agree. The trek across the ground floor to the staircase was hard enough, but seven flights of stairs? That was just ridiculous. Beauxbatons was a castle itself, but on a much smaller scale, and much more compact. Hogwarts meanwhile was an explosion of nonsensical architecture. While looking around the corridor, she noticed Harry looking at a painting.
"Aha!" the subject of the painting shouted. "What villains are these, that trespass upon my private lands?! Come to scorn at my fall, perchance? Draw, you knaves, you dogs!"
The painting then drew his sword and proceeded to fall on the ground, due to the weight of it.
"Are you all right?" said Harry.
"Get back, you scurvy braggart! Back, you rogue!"
"Excuse me, sir knight," Maria said earnestly. "We were wondering if you were able to show us the way to the North Tower. We're so terribly lost, and we think such a brave and noble knight such as yourself would be able to help us."
"A quest!" the knight cheered. "Come follow me, dear friends and lady, and we shall find our goal, or else shall perish bravely in the charge!"
"Thank you, kind sir," Maria said. Ron looked at her like she was crazy.
"He would've gone on for ages giving us medieval insults," she whispered to him. "This was the only way to get us to help us."
The knight led them through the corridor and a set of spiral staircases. Until, finally, they reached a landing with a trapdoor at the top.
"Farewell, my comrades! If ever you need of noble heart and steely sinew, call upon Sir Cadogan!" the knight cried, before stumbling down the paintings.
"Yeah, we'll call you," muttered Ron, "if we ever need someone mental."
"How're we supposed to get up there?" Harry asked looking at the trap door to the Divination classroom. As if to answer his question, a ladder came down and landed in front of him.
The four of them ascended into what looks like a mix of an old lady's house and a tea shop. There were about twenty tables surrounded by over-stuffed armchairs. It was dimly lit, with scarves and fabrics draped all over the place, giving it a feel of an old fashion gypsy mind reader. Maria herself appreciated the darkness for divining the future, it gave a sense of calmness. The professor hopefully thought the same. Speaking of the professor, where was she, Maria wondered.
"Welcome," a voice said. "How nice to see you in the physical world at last."
The four teenagers turned to the voice and saw a wiry woman that had large glasses to match her large eyes. She was draped in traditional Seeing robes.
"Welcome to Divination," she said. "My name is Professor Trelawney, you may not have seen me before. I find that descending too often into the hustle and bustle of the main school clouds my Inner Eye."
Maria rolled her eyes. Of course, it was true, that it would be harder to divine at the moment around a crowd, but if she were to come up to the tower again, after a few minutes the cloudiness would go away. The incense would help with clearing the mind, at least Maria hoped that's why she had such a flowery smell in the room.
"So you have chosen to study Divination, the most difficult of all magical arts," Professor Trelawney said in a wistful tone. Maria groaned inwardly. So it was going to be one of those Divination classes. Doing small readings, but not focusing on the theory of Divination. Theory is most important when starting off if one isn't a natural Seer. This professor was going to base everyone's abilities off natural talent, for Maria, this was a good thing. She was a quite powerful natural Seer, but for someone like Hermione, it would be difficult. Muggleborns are often taught to be skeptic of mind readers, so unclouding her Inner Eye would be difficult without the theory.
"You, boy," Professor Trelawney said suddenly to Neville, "Is your grandmother well?"
"I think so," Neville said nervously.
"I wouldn't be so sure if I were you, dear," said Professor Trelawney. "We will be covering the basic methods of Divination this year. The first term will be devoted to reading tea leaves." Maria groaned again. Tea leaves? Those basically were memorizing the shapes, though it could be hard to See something. A whole term on tea leaves? And another on palmistry? Maria was not going to like the pace of this class.
"In the second term," Professor Trelawney went on, "we shall progress to the crystal ball." Maria perked up at this, she loved divining through crystals and water (or scrying), but she had never done it with a crystal ball. "And around Easter, one of our numbers will leave us forever."
There was an eerie silence in the room. While at this point in time, it was unclear whether that was true or not, Maria thought Trelawney was being purposely vague. Leaving forever could mean anything from dropping the class, to death. Of course, the entire class had probably assumed the latter.
"I wonder, dear," the professor said to Lavender Brown, "if you could..."
Maria zoned out, or so it seemed to an outsider. The incense and the atmosphere was clearing out her Inner Eye, she was having a premonition of Neville breaking a china teacup.
"Neville, take a blue," Maria was cut off by the Professor saying something along the same lines. A crash was heard and Neville looked down, ashamed at his broken teacup. This went ignored by Trelawney as she looked down at Maria.
"Ah, my dear," she started. "It seems you have the Sight, how long have you known of it?"
"I guess it was since I was eight," Maria said. "Normally it doesn't come up so randomly, but the incense you used is very good for clearing the mind. What's the blend you used? I must try it for future scrying."
"It's a blend of frankincense and lavender," the Professor preened. "I have some in my office if you would like- ah, it seems I'm getting ahead of myself. You may all begin to do your readings."
The class partnered up, and Hermione ended up with Maria. Maria read Hermione's quickly.
"It looks like you will be busy. That couldn't possibly be true, right?" Maria snorted. "Also you have responsibility, but caution appears smaller than that. So, while you are at your busiest, be cautious, you might not know what would happen in a situation. But if your responsibilities err on the side of danger, don't shirk on them just to be cautious."
"How on earth did you get all that from lumps of tea leaves?" Hermione asked after snatching her cup back, trying to see what Maria saw.
"It's all about recognizing shapes and sizes," Maria said. "Look at my cup, for example, this line, with the sun shape means a good adjustment to change. And this-" but Hermione wasn't listening. She was listening to Professor Trelawney warn Harry of a deadly enemy.
"But everyone knows that," she said. At Trelawney's open stare she continued, "Well, they do. Everybody knows about Harry and You-Know-Who."
Professor Trelawney was turning the cup muttering things about an attack and danger until she stumbled back into her chair with a panicked look. The class crowded around her chair trying to see her cup.
"My dear boy... my poor, dear boy... no... it's kinder not to say... no... don't ask me..."
"Professor what's in the cup?" a boy asked her, ignoring her request.
Maria had pushed her way through the crowd towards the whimpering professor. She turned and turned the cup, until.
"Harry... it's not good..." Maria said, shocked. "It could certainly be a dog, which would mean family, but with everything else in your cup, it has to be-"
"The Grim, my dear, the Grim," Professor Trelawney cried. "The giant, spectral dog that haunts churchyards! My dear boy, it is an omen- the worst omen- of death!"
The class bristled and Harry looked like he was going to be sick. It certainly wasn't a good sign. Maria knew that tea leaves are very unreliable, though. They didn't have a time stamp, so to speak. It could come to pass in four days, years, or decades. There wasn't an exact time Harry would die, it would be bad when it happened, though. With Voldemort, an attack, and danger, it will not be a fun time.
Hermione, of course, couldn't see the grim. Seamus Finnegan was also having issues seeing it and remarked on it. Which ticked Harry off.
"When you've all finished deciding whether I'm going to die or not!" Harry snapped. Everyone avoided eye contact with him, ashamed. Maria offered him a small smile.
"I think we will leave the lesson here for today," Professor Trelawney said. "Yes... please pack away your things..." With that, the class packed up silently while avoiding Harry's gaze.
"Professor?" Maria asked. "Do you have that incense blend from earlier?"
"Ah yes, my dear," Professor Trelawney said. "Follow me, follow me..."
"Go ahead guys, I'll catch up," Maria told the three Gryffindors, before following the professor into her office. It was similarly decorated as her classroom. The incense, much stronger here, and a crystal ball was on her desk. There were scrolls packed tight into a bookshelf, with one shelf dedicated to divining books.
"Miss LeCleu, was it?" the professor said while handing her a vial of incense. "If you ever need help interpreting a vision, my door is always open."
"Thank you, professor," Maria replied, "for the offer and the incense, if it wouldn't be too much trouble can I have a pass to class?"
After getting the pass, she dashed down the ladder and around a deserted corridor. She glanced around and upon seeing no one- Maria pulled out her time turner and gave it one turn. The world around her blurred, only really allowing her to see colors vibrantly spinning past her. The spinning stopped abruptly, and Maria peaked out of the corridor. Glancing at her watch, she saw she only had five minutes to get all the way down to the first corridor. Sprinting down seven flights of stairs and across a corridor, she skidded to a stop in front of the muggle studies classroom.
Maria entered the room and looked around in awe. There were muggle appliances and objects littered throughout it. She quickly spotted Hermione in a room full of Ravenclaws. Seeing only single desk spots, she took up a spot next to an Indian girl, identical to the one she had seen in Divination.
"Maria LeCleu," she introduced.
"Padma Patil," the other girl smiled. "I'm so excited to learn about muggles! I'm a pureblood, you see, and I've heard muggles have a sort of thing that helps them do things, do you know what it is?"
"I think its electricity," Maria said. "It's kind of like lightning I think. I'm half veela, so I've only really known pureblood and veela traditions."
"Ooo, I've never met and sort of veela before, is the culture very different?"
"Hello, my name is Professor Burbage," a middle-aged woman greeted before Maria could answer Padma. "And we will be studying muggles."
The class consisted of starting off with the differences between wizards and muggles. Maria found it all very fascinating, apparently, the muggles had harnessed electricity and made it help them do things more easily. There wasn't a lot of homework, too. Only the reading and a few questions on the reading. The class was too soon dismissed, in Maria's opinion. She and Padma were excitedly discussing the class together on the way to the door.
"I'm thinking about doing a study group in the Ravenclaw Tower on Wednesday nights, would you like to join?" Padma asked.
"Of course!" Maria smiled. "I have Transfiguration now, but I'll see you in Charms!"
The girls went their separate paths, with Maria on her way to Transfiguration. She spotted Harry and Ron ahead of her and was suddenly yanked back by a small hand.
"I've been running after you for a good thirty seconds," Hermione said while panting. "I think it's best if we had the bathroom excuse to distract Harry and Ron. Why weren't you in Arithmancy?"
"I have it on Fridays with Slytherin in Period 2, and Wednesdays Period 3 with Hufflepuff," Maria explained. "How was it? Was it fun? Did you learn a lot?"
The girls talked excitedly about the class, all the way to Transfiguration.
"Where were you two?" Ron asked as they say down next to him and Harry.
"Bathroom," the girls said together. Just then Professor McGonagall walked in. Majority of the Gryffindors had just been in Divination, so they were shooting dark looks at Harry. Maria, on the other hand, had just had Muggle Studies and was very attentive in class. She was taking notes on McGonagall's lecture about anamagi when suddenly the stoic professor turned into a cat. Maria, thoroughly impressed, began clapping, only to realize no one else was.
"Really, what has got into you all today?" Professor McGonagall said, after turning back into herself. "Not that it matters, but that's the first time my transformation's not got applause from a class. Besides, you Miss LeCleu, of course."
"Please, Professor we've just had our first Divination and we were reading the tea leaves, and..." Hermione started.
"Ah, of course," said Professor McGonagall, suddenly frowning. "There is no need to say anymore, Miss Granger. Tell me, which of you will be dying this year?"
There was a beat of silence before Harry spoke; "Me."
"I see," said Professor McGonagall, fixing Harry with her beady eyes. "Then you should know, Potter, that Sibyll Trelawney has predicted the death of one student a year since she arrived at this school. None of them has died yet. Seeing death omens is her favorite way of greeting a new class. If it were not for the fact that I never speak ill of my colleagues —"
Professor McGonagall broke off, and they saw that her nostrils had gone white. She went on, more calmly, "Divination is one of the most imprecise branches of magic. I shall not conceal from you that I have very little patience with it. True Seers are very rare, and Professor Trelawney —"
"But Professor," Maria insisted, "I'm a Seer and I saw the Grim in his teacup." Harry looked up at her sharply, as she continued, "Isn't it well known that tea leaves don't predict time, just the event itself?"
"That could be true, Miss LeCleu," Professor McGonagall said. "However, it is something that happens every year with Professor Trelawney, so please excuse me if I don't fully believe the prediction. Now, Potter, you will not be excused from homework today. I assure you that if you die, you need not hand it in."
And thus, the discussion was ended, and Professor McGonagall continued the lesson on Anamagi. Despite McGonagall's insistence Ron still looked worried. He noted his worry after the end of class.
"Harry," he said in a low, serious voice, "you haven't seen a great black dog anywhere, have you?"
"Yeah I have," said Harry. "I saw one the night I left the Dursleys'."
"Probably a stray," Hermione said calmly
"Hermione, if Harry's seen a Grim, that's- that's bad," Ron insisted.
"Yes Ron," Maria said. "But if it's been over 24 hours it's unlikely that Harry will die. Now if you'll excuse me, I have a study group to arrange."
Maria could tell that the discussion was becoming more passionate as she made her way to the Ravenclaw table. She greeted Padma and took sandwiches to eat.
"Theory work would be good for Potions and Herbology," Padma started after Maria sat down. "Charms and Transfiguration should be fine practical."
"What electives are you taking?" Maria asked.
"Muggle Studies, Arithmancy, and Ancient Runes," Padma replied.
"We can't really do much besides study charts for Astronomy. Ancient Runes and Arithmancy are mostly vocabulary this year. And Muggle Studies should be easy if we have a muggleborn in our group. I can help with practical aspects and theory for Divination."
"History of Magic is dull but should be pretty easy. It's mostly book assignments."
"That leaves Care of Magical Creatures and DADA," Maria said. "Theory for Magical Creatures, and both theory and practical work for DADA?" At Padma's nod, Maria continued, "Now who to invite into our study group?"
The next few minutes were spent discussing who would be joining their study group. They decided on two from each house at first and could grow after the first few meetings if they proved productive. From Gryffindor, Hermione, of course, along with Parvati would be invited; Susan Bones and Justin Finch-Fletchley from Hufflepuff; Terry Boot from Ravenclaw, and finally Blaise Zabini and Daphne Greengrass from Slytherin. The two girls would owl everyone on the list to ensure participation. Lunch was ending soon and the girls packed their things for Charms.
Charms class was relatively easy that day. They were revising the mending charm. Repairing something was rather easy, and the class was all Ravenclaws. Professor Flitwick had them revise the levitation spell as well. Maria ended up getting so bored she ended up practicing her nonverbal and wandless magic. Of course, she had made sure no one besides Padma had seen.
Soon, the class ended, and off Maria was to Potions. Her Potions class, however, was at the same time as her Charms class, thus she had to use her time turner. Potions was a rather dull class as well, after all, they were going over the syllabus. The class droned on, and it couldn't be done soon enough in Maria's opinion.
Care of Magical Creatures was an interesting class to take in the perspective of a half veela. Maria, a half magical creature herself wanted to study sentient magical creatures and their likenesses to wizards. Most veelas don't cause chaos due to males chasing them until age 14. Maria was fascinated with her culture, even though Care of Magical Creatures likely won't have a segment on veelas for at least a year. She was nearing the entrance hall when she noticed Harry, Ron, and Hermione. Ron and Hermione, glaring at each other due to the argument about the grim earlier.
She walked alongside Hermione while discussing the study group she and Padma had arranged. Hermione was more than happy to join and meet people from other houses. As she said, "it'd be interesting to hear about the other house common rooms and what happens in them." They talked animatedly about the classes they were taking, Hermione gushing about Arithmancy and Ancient Runes, until finally, they arrived at Hagrid's hut.
"C'mon, now, get a move on!" he called as the class approached. "Got a real treat for yeh today! Great lesson comin' up! Everyone here? Right, follow me!"
The class followed Hagrid for about five minutes until they reached a paddock that was absolutely empty. The half-giant urged them to gather around the fence.
"Now, firs' thing yeh'll want ter do is open yer books-"
"How?" a familiar voice said. Maria turned to her left to see Draco standing in a large pack of Slytherins. As per his now norm, he was smirking haughtily. Maria rolled her eyes and turned to the front. "How do we open our books?" he repeated.
Maria looked around to the assortment of bindings on all of the books. Spellotape was by far the most common, the next being belts. The odd binder clip and rope was also used.
"Hasn'- hasn' anyone bin able ter open their books?" said Hagrid, looking crestfallen.
"I have, Professor. If you actually acted like the wizards and witches you are, then you would've used a freezing charm," Maria smirked while directing that phrase at Draco and his friends. "Then you would've been able to actually pick up the book and read the back, where it says, pretty clearly, that you have to stroke the spine." As Maria said those words, she stroked the spine and the book shuddered open.
"Oh, how silly we've all been!" Draco sneered, directed at Hagrid. "We should have stroked them! Why didn't we guess!"
"Yes, you have been rather silly," Maria snapped coldly. "Choosing a muggle solution of all things to bind a magic book. And not reading... Honestly, Professor, you chose a great book. If the class actually used their brains they would've been able to appreciate it."
"Thank yeh," Hagrid beamed. "Righ' then, so- so yeh've got yer books an'- an' – now yeh need the Magical Creatures. Yeah. So I'll go an' get 'em. Hang on..."
Hagrid strode away into the forest and out of sight.
"God, this place is going to the dogs," Draco said loudly. "That oaf teaching classes, my father'll have a fit when I tell him- "
"Your father will have a fit when he finds out that you've disappointed me," Maria snarled. "Weren't you supposed to help me this year?"
"Maria-" Draco started before he was cut off.
"Oooooooh" Lavender squealed pointing to the opposite side of the paddock. Maria gave one last cold look to Draco before turning to face the front of to where Hagrid was.
Maria saw some of the prettiest creatures she had witnessed. Hippogriffs. Unfortunately, due to her heritage, some of the prouder creatures found conflict with her. Hippogriffs are some of the proudest magical creatures alive, aside from Veelas of course. So naturally, Maria started edging to the back of the class.
"Hippogriffs!" Hagrid roared happily. "Beau'iful aren' they?"
While Maria had to agree, the Veela side of her was hissing. She felt sick to the stomach.
"Professor?" she asked hesitantly. "I'm not feeling the best..."
"Nonsense!" Hagrid boomed. "They're no' frightenin', just got ter be polite, they're mighty proud creatures."
"Which is precisely why I don't feel well," Maria snapped. "Veelas are also 'mighty proud creatures' and don't like submitting to many creatures. Hippogriffs are one of the creatures Veelas despise."
"You're a Veela," a voice, Seamus Finnegan she remembered, said. "Wicked."
"Only a half-veela, mind you," Maria said. "So part of me appreciates the beauty of a Hippogriff, the other part wants to rip its throat out. So professor, may I go up to the Hospital Wing to get a calming drought?"
Hagrid looked puzzled, before nodding in affirmation. Maria took off at a brisk pace, wanting to get as far away from the Hippogriffs as possible. She stepped into a bathroom to collect herself. Glancing in the mirror she saw her normally calm face, had gone nearly white and her hair had gone a rather bland shade of blonde. Calm, long breaths were taken until she felt ready to go to the hospital wing.
"Miss!" a male voice called behind her. "Miss, do you need help?"
Maria spun around to see a fifth year Hufflepuff walking towards her.
"Cedric Diggory at your service," he greeted. "Now, what might a third year such as yourself be doing out of class?"
Maria smiled charmingly and explained the Hippogriff situation from earlier, saying she's going to the Hospital Wing for a calming drought. He seemed fascinated with her culture and offered to take her to the Hospital wing, to which she accepted. They had just arrived at the door when Hagrid came running down the hall with Draco in his arms. Draco blubbering in pain.
"I've got to go!" Maria said to Cedric. "See you around!"
Before Cedric could get a word in she ran into the Hospital Wing after Draco. Maria stood idly by as Madam Pomfrey fixed him as best she could. Draco was still whining on about his arm and a bloody Hippogriff when Madam Pomfrey turned to Maria.
"Yes?"
"I was in need of a calming drought," Maria started before explaining her situation with the Hippogriff for a second time.
"Oh yes, should be pretty easy," Madam Pomfrey muttered, before sorting through vials. "Ah, here you are."
"Thank you. Will he be alright?" Maria asked while gesturing to Draco.
"Yes, of course, it was just a scratch," Madam Pomfrey said. "He should be fine in a matter of days. Is there anything else I could get you?"
After Maria said no, Madam Pomfrey walked off into an office. "Oh Draco, what in Merlin's name happened?" Maria asked while sitting down in a chair by his bed.
"The bloody Hippogriff attacked me that's what happened," Draco snapped.
"Did you do anything to provoke it?" Maria said with an immediate effect. Draco looked sheepish. "Draco! How stupid could you get?! Provoking a proud creature is never a good idea. You wouldn't provoke me? My mother? Would you? C'est n'importe quoi!" Maria started to rant in French until Pansy Parkinson came into the room a few moments later.
"Drakey! Are you okay?" the pug-faced girl screeched.
She started doting on Draco, completely ignoring Maria. The half-veela smiled as she left, leaving Draco utterly helpless to the other girl's doting.
Maria left the Hospital Wing and made her way to Ancient Runes. Her schedule had not worked out to where she could join another third-year class, so she had to take private lessons with Professor Babbling. Maria thoroughly loved the translations of languages, as she herself knew three languages fluently. The Professor discussed the class and the pace that Maria would be set at. She would have the possibility to jump ahead of the rest of her year, if she had an aptitude for the class, that is.
French to English phrases
c'est n'importe quoi: that's nonsense/anything (google translate)