Elizabetha filed quietly into the room with the other Slytherin and Gryffindor first years, shooting a quick look around before going to sit next to Peter, who promptly glared and then ignored her. She saw the red head girl from before and waved before focusing on the teacher, who stood nervously in front of her desk. Elizabetha could almost swear she woman kept sneaking glances at her. A chair dragged back and heavy plop sounded beside her, followed by the red haired girls voice. She had to hand it to her, the girl certainly was brave enough for her house. Elizabetha had only been at Hogwarts for a few days, but as far as she knew Slytherins and Gryffindors did not mix. Which led to question why she had every other class with them. They were really asking for hexes to fly.
"Hey, remember me, right? Just Elizabetha, right?" The girl asked, and Elizabetha nodded.
"Yeah. Your name? I forgot." She lied easily. Honestly, she had been mostly focused of Draco, who was walking down the next hall at the same time the other was introducing herself. The girl looked slightly disappointing she didn't remember, before brightening and grinning anyway.
"Ginny, Ginny Weasley. I know, kind of weird, right? Yours is too, though, isn't it? Oh, sorry, was that rude?" Elizabetha shook her head, and the girl, apparently Ginny, continued. "Who gave you your name, anyway? It's so pretty."
"Ms. Mordelia Madalina Mora. And speaking of pretty names, she has a lovely one, don't you agree?" Ginny nodded.
"Yeah, she does. Who is she?"
"The lady with the tail on the third to highest floor. She has nightmares."
Ginny looked confused, and opened her mouth, but closed it when the teacher began to speak. The woman, who had graying hair and wire spectacles, looked around the room before coming to rest her blueish gaze on Elizabetha. And Elizabetha was pretty sure the woman grimaced when she saw Ginny with her.
"Welcome to transfiguration. I am Minerva Mcgonagall, and I will be your teacher." The professor began, looking away. Elizabetha could already tell she was going to hate this class. Unless, like, it actually turned out to be useful, and the teacher stopped acting like a stalker. "If there are no objections, please take out your wand. Before you there should be a fork. I am going to give you a spell to turn it into a writing quill, understand?" She looked around to make sure everyone nodded. Elizabetha caught her eye again before the woman purposely ignored her. "Good. Now hold out your wands above it and repeat after me: Scribblifors. Scrib, luh, forz." Professor McGonagall said, and flicked her wand. "That is the movement. Now do as I have told you." All around the class room people began muttering the spell and flicking their wands.
Elizabetha slowly drew her wand out, the elder smooth against her hand and the little black ribbon at the handle soft. She looked down at her fork. It was heavy polished silver with four points, plain except for two elegant swirls at the blunt end. She giggled to herself, before casting a quick look around. Ginny, and several Slytherins she didn't know yet had already finished, but their quills were all extremely plain white ones.
So she took it upon herself to make a prettier one.
Leveling her wand at the silver fork, she imagined what that same fork would look like if it was a feather. Silvery grey, no doubt, and maybe a few decorative stripes or swirls... And she could charm it, too...
Five minutes later Professor Mcgonagall began walking around the room, offering tips to the few who still had not succeeded and congratulating those who had. Or, in the case of a few, re-transfiguring their quills into fork so they could try again, because one Gryffindors half melted, screaming quill was greatly disturbing.
When she reached Elizabetha there was a sharp intake of breath, before she reached out with a trembling hand. Mcgonagall grasped the quill, bringing it closer to her face, and Elizabetha's heart swelled with pride.
The end result of her hard work had been a slim grey feather with darker striped running through it's vanes, and a curling tip. She was very proud of it. She had even sharpened the tip to help prevent smudging, and charmed it to be self inking, like she had read in one of her books at her home.
"Ten points from Slytherin." A clipped voice said, and Elizabetha gasped as Mcgonagall snapped her quill in half. "For cheating."
Beside Elizabetha, Ginny gasped and slammed her hand into the table. "Are you kidding, professor? Elizabetha didn't cheat! I saw her make that! She asked me whether it should have stripes or not! I said yes!" Personally, Elizabetha was pretty sure that last part had nothing to do with what was happening, but appreciated the sentiment anyway. Plus, The stripes had looked fantastic. Beside her, Peter temporarily abandoned his glaring to pipe up with "Yeah! Elizabetha didn't do anything wrong! You had no reason to snap it! You're being unfair!" He argued, and in return received a glare from the woman.
"Five more points from Slytherin, for talking back to a teacher." Ginny practically exploded at that.
"But I did it too! And Elizabetha can do it again, right? You can even watch this time!" She said, and Elizabetha nodded in agreement, but her professor just shook her head and walked away.
Ginny scowled as she walked down the halls, shivering a bit. Ahead of her was Elizabetha, head held high, and beside her walked Peter. Already many of her fellow Gryffindors were gossiping about her being a traitor to her house for being friends with them, but she didn't care. Elizabetha was nice, and Peter was quite okay, and if nobody else even thought to see that before labeling her a traitor, then so be it.
"It's not fair. I'm so sorry you guys." She muttered, and Peter shrugged. Up ahead, Elizabetha turned and waited for them to come closer. She looked oddly at home in the dark chilly corridors, with the dull light casting her pale thin face into odd shadows.
"Hey, S'okay. No one said leaving my home would be easy, and they never said I'd get good grades, which I guess they're mostly wrong about, but whatever! What I do know is that Mon Cheri and Luc gave me these little white candies that fizzle in your mouth, called Fizzy Wizzys. Want some?" She asked, and despite thinking this was hardly the time for candies both Ginny and Peter nodded. They had both saw the little glimmer of tears that were surfacing on the honey blonds eyes, and the tint of insanity that came with them. "Oh, goody. Draco and Blaise have free period right now. If Only Luna could come, it would've been like a party!"
As they walked down corridors Ginny had never been before, she realized they were going to Slytherin rooms. If her house could see her now, they'd definitely call her a traitor. Well, too bad, I don't care. She thought mutinously as Peter stopped her by a seemingly plain wall. Elizabetha muttered something intelligible, but it sounded suspiciously like "Venomous squirrels."
"What're we doing he- Oh. Cool!" Even as Ginny watched, a section of the wall rolled back, showing the room beyond it. Green orbs hung from the ceiling, illuminating the room with a dull green glow, and snakes were everywhere. Not real ones, of course, but carved ones. Etched into the rough grey stone walls, carved into the wooden legs of black couches and straight backed chairs, printed on posters hanging above the fireplace's mantle piece. It also had snakes carved into it, two curling around the Slytherin crest at the center of the mantle. Elizabetha stepped in and spread her arms.
"Welcome to snakiest house's common room, my minion! If someone hexes you, and trust me they will, feel free to curse them right back! It's all allowed in here!" She proclaimed loudly, gaining the attention of several older Slytherin who all scowled and shushed her, shooting a quick glare at Ginny that clearly said "Don't you dare." It felt surprisingly like home. Minus the rat running about and mother running about, mixing up Fred and George. And really, anything like home. Just surprisingly nice, really.
"Lizzy!" Someone shouted, gaining the older Slytherins glares instead, but instead of shrinking back the boy who had called to them just shrugged the looks off. "Hey Liz, welcome back to the dungeons!" He continued, and to Ginny's surprise Elizabetha all but launched herself at him, muttering about Dragonflies.
Wait... is that- is that Draco Malfoy? Ginny realized, before quietly asking Peter the same.
"Yeah. I think Elizabetha knew him before she came. Oh, I gotta go. My sister Mina is over there." He said, pointing at a third year girl with wavy thick brown hair and more freckles then even him. And Ginny was pretty sure you could play connect the dots on his face. "Bye." He told her before heading over. The girl waved as he came over, patting the empty seat next to her on one of the couches. So, now alone, she resumed her staring at Malfoy.
The boy, who was now talking with Elizabetha and looking quite upset, was handsomer then she had imagined. He was by no measure a model, but by the stories Ron had told her, she had expected him to be furry, with, like, horns and a tail, or something. Yet there he stood, with ridiculously pink lips and smoothed back blond hair, not looking like a cartoon devil. Ron did always exaggerate. So she made her way over to him and her friend, trying to ignore the suspicious glances, glares, and calculating looks she got as she crossed the Slytherin common room. Merlin, she really was in the snake pit, wasn't she? Or... would Salazar be more an appropriate saying in this case?
"Hey," Malfoy said as she got closer. "Is it true? Did professor Mcgonagall snapped Lizzy's quill?" Ginny nodded, surprised. He actually sounded concerned. "Ugh! That bi- Lith, moff ya han." To Ginny's amusement, Elizabetha had moved her hand over the boys mouth before he could utter the swear, effectively muffling him.
"Dragonfly! Ginny is a child! She's innocent! Don't use such language around her!" She told Malfoy, and when he looked back to her Ginny grinned. He raised one perfect eyebrow.
"...Yeah, right. I know her siblings. She's as 'innocent' as a pixie is."
Albus Dumbledore stared down at the broken quill Minerva had moments ago slammed into his desk.
"And this is?" He asked slowly, turnign his gaze upwards. Minerva had been huffing and puffing since she came in, but had yet to say an understandable word.
"That thing, is what Elizabetha crafted in my class today." The woman spat, glaring at the quill like she was trying to light it aflame.
"And?" He asked carefully.
"She cheated!" She accused, jabbing a finger at the quill. Now that he looked at it, it must have been lovely before it was snapped. It was a pretty pale grey shade with darker strips running along it, and the end curled subtly. But now the shaft was jagged where it was broken, and the vanes were ruffled and torn from each other, leaving it a messy appearance.
"Not necessarily. Minerva, what did you tell the girl?" He asked, slightly worried. He had hated the child's mother with a passion, but the girl, albeit rather twisted according to the sorting hat, had seemed mostly stable, and full of potential. Like her mother.
"I told her that she was cheating. She had to be, right? And then, then, one of my Gryffindors tried to defend her! Albus, she's manipulating them, I'm sure!" Minerva accused, and began to pace around from where she stood. "Then, another Slytherin insulted me! I only took fifteen points, but I should have taken fifty!"
"Well, she no doubt hates you now, that's for sure. Minerva, did I ever actually say there was anything wrong with the girl?" When Minerva didn't reply, he nodded. "Elizabetha, I believe, is the daughter of a woman names Jem Brinks. Have you ever heard of the Brinks?" When the woman shook her head, Albus continued. "They're an old family. Older then most, actually. They're one of the few old families that aren't strictly pure-blood, or at least they used to be. They were dwindling for years. Elizabetha is probably one of the last. The Brinks, you see, have several distinguishing features. One, for instance, is that they keep grudges. Forever." At this Minerva winced lightly. "But the main ones are these: Madness, power, and neutrality unless given any slight reason not to be. In this case, you just gave the girl reason to hate the light forever, simply because you took house points for quite possibly no reason. You see, they're quite easily angered, even if they rarely show it."
Especially the girls mother. She'd been one of the sneakiest, most dangerous students he'd ever had. And talented, too.
"But she cheated! I'm sure of it! No first year could have done something like that!" Minerva argued, to which Albus shook his head.
"I would would disagree. Many talented first years have come over the years I've been at Hogwarts, and could have done this easily." He could had mention that one of those had been You-know-who himself, but deemed that information unnecessary. "And as I said before, the Brinks are very powerful. What matters now is that we calm Elizabetha back down before she ends up trying to kill you one of these days.
Honestly, they needn't have worried. Or maybe they should have, because Elizabetha had already had her revenge by charming Minerva's hat, which she had stupidly left unguarded in the classroom, to turn into a chicken the next time she put it on and be impossible to remove for a week. And she had cast a sticking charm on her chair, too.
Revenge was sweet. And best served with chicken.
I regret nothing. Well, maybe a little bit, but not that last bit about the chicken. I'll never regret that. And if anyone's upset about me making Mcgonagall into a villain, I really didn't. She had good reason to believe bad of Elizabetha, having previously been told only to watch her, and knowing that she came from a place where only the worst kind of people are. She was meant to only come of as wrongly informed.
Anyhow, I got like some reviews, and wanted to reply to them, because I like doing that. So, to Toraach:
I'll cover some more about the Brink family later, but until then, here's a bit about them in the story. And actually, the ball gown was Mora's, but I'm kind of happy that you thought that far into it. Mora will actually become quite a big character eventually, so that dress is important, and I'm glad you noticed it.
And as for the language, I needed her to be fluent in English, obviously, and Gobbledegook, because that's just a fun habit of hers to throw in there. And for the third I chose French, because I once found some argument online about whether Bellatrix was british or french, and thought, what the hell? Bella is going to teach Elizabetha french. Because this is my fanfic, and therefore my logic. And as for her last two languages, she knows some bits of Japanese, and... I have no idea exactly what that language you mentioned was. I was playing with google translations, and it said it was Croatian, but we all know how google can be. So I dunno.
And as for developing an immunity for dementors, no, actually. In fact, Elizabetha is more susceptible to them then, say, Ron. Then again, we all know that Ron is a ginger, so he really has no problem with the dementors anyhow. ...I'll probably get yelled at for that joke, eventually. Anyhow, the reason that Elizabetha is so used to the dementors is that she has no really bad memories. Think of it this way: If you were raised in a place where you were frequently hurt, it wouldn't bother you as much as someone who had never been harmed in their life. You're used to it. Elizabetha was raised in a place where suffering was pretty much normal, and therefore isn't as bad to her. Just normal. So what bad memories could she have for the dementors to feed off of, when for her bad memories are just everyday memories? Sure, some are a bit more painful, and that might work, but really, the dementors have no reason to feed off of her, so they won't.
Or, if you just mean an immunity to their feeling in general, also no. She's in no way immune. In fact, in the future she may become addicted to them. I don't know if you've ever been depressed or lonely, but in my experience the feelings are strangely attractive. She's used to the sensation of having her soul hanging onto her body by a thread, and to the cold that her family brings, to such an extent that as she goes on without these things, she will be going more insane.
And that's it! I still need opinions about the new Defense teacher, so leave a review, and thanks for reading this! Byeeeee!