Draco smiled as Elizabetha slid onto the bench beside him, grinning at him like she had some big secret. Today her hair was down in ringlets with a flowered headband, and a matching daisy was tucked into her buttonhole.

"Hello Liz." He greeted her, nodding at Peter as he slid in a few spots down. Then, to his great surprise, Ginny Weasley sat down as well, on Elizabetha's opposite side. "What's she doing here?" He asked, and Elizabetha shrugged.

"Nobody else would let her sit down. Pathetic, If you ask me. If I was going to bully someone, I'd be putting acid slugs in their drinks and lighting their shoes on fire, not just keeping them from sitting down... Or maybe slipping some henbit into their pumpkin juice... or using s cutting hex on their bed..." At this point the blond girl seemed to realize the horrified looks they were giving her, and cleared her throat. "Ah, anyway, I think she tried to sit with her brothers, but other people got in the way. Right, Gin?" She asked the redhead, and Weasley nodded slowly, still looking a bit disturbed by Elizabetha's earlier suggestions. Now that Draco looked, she seemed a bit nervous, too.

"Oh, sorry to hear that, I suppose. Even then, though, is this the best place to sit?" He shook his head when she started to pale, and quickly corrected himself. "It's not that I have any problem with you. I mean, I do, but that's with your family. If your name was Ginny Nott, I'd want you to be my best friend. Maybe. I dunno. But what I mean is that this is the Slytherin table. If you're being bullied now, it will only get worse."

"I know. I... I know." She said, looking like she was bordering on whether to tell him something or not. "I just needed a break from it all, now, or else... I- I think I'm going to ask to be resorted. Into Slytherin this time, or maybe Hufflepuff." Draco screwed up his nose at this, and she glared at him. "I know, it's not the best thought of. But it would work, which is better then what Gryffindor is doing now. I'm loyal, and I don't mind working for something. And they wouldn't mind me coming to visit you guys as much. So if they say yes to resorting me, those are what I'll go for. Slytherin, or Hufflepuff."

At this point, Peter decided to toss in some helpful information, calling to them. "When my dad dropped me off, he said if I got put into Hufflepuff, I'd be walking home. So if you get in, tell me when and where and I'll have a car there to take you home, okay?"

"Oh, or you could come home with me! Sirius loves red heads!"

"Who's Sirius?"

Draco nodded. Yep, just as I thought. They're all weirdo's. Wait until my mother hears about this.

...What? He couldn't just tell his father he was becoming friends with a Weasley, a Lovegood, a mysterius girl from Azkaban prison, and a... what family was Peter from, again?

Elizabetha smiled as she pranced down the halls, Draco and Luna behind her. She had no idea where Peter or Blaise were, or Ginny, which worried her a bit because of the bullying, but she figured the girl could take care of herself occasionally.

"So, guess what?" She asked them, slowing down a bit so they could catch up. When they failed to guess anything, she just told them. "Nettle and Jacob are coming to visit over the weekend, and maybe Mika. Blue sent me a letter." When the appropriate look of horror had crossed Draco's face and Luna had hummed appreciatively, she continued talking. "And don't worry, they've promised not to kill anyone, or spell anyone to the ground. Or at least they'll try not to. No grantees with Nettle. She may get the Gryffindors, because she doesn't like red."

Draco's face suddenly dropped the horror, and it was promptly replaced with interest.

"What do you plan to do with them while they're here?" He asked, and she shrugged. Good question...

"Learn how to sing down the moon next, and brew a bunch of Wolfsbane? Suck some blood? Maybe raid the library and do a bit of shopping?"

"So, basically, it's going to be a very interesting week?" Luna asked, looking the wrong direction, away from Elizabetha as she spoke.

"There is to be a half pixie involved. Of course it will be an interesting week."

And it was. If a bit rough and badly written. I'm terribly sorry about that.

Ginny walked down the corridor, hands trailing the wall. This seems like a good spot...

A few minutes later red was spattered across the wall and a... cat was hanging beside it. Why a cat, nobody would ever know.

THE CHAMBER OF SECRETS HAD BEEN OPENED. ENEMIES OF THE HEIR...BEWARE.

Elizabetha stood to the back of the crowd, listening carefully. Apparently, from what people were saying, someone had written on the wall, quite possibly in blood, that 'The Chamber of Secrets had been opened' and 'Enemies of the hair, beware.' It sounded like some nice slant rhyming, to her. But she had no idea why she was supposed to beware of hair. She wasn't really an enemy of it, though, so she was probably fine. Wait... oh, that says heir, not hair. Oops. My mistake, sorry.

"Heh. Let's see how Potter deals with this!" Draco crowed. Beside him Blaise nodded, and Peter shrugged. And behind him, even Crabbe and Goyle were smirking.

"Oh, he'll probably start freaking out, and try to find the real culprit. Maybe he'll think it's you Dragonfly, and use some overly complicated method to find out. Pollyjuice, maybe. Hey, what's the Chamber of Secrets?" She asked, and Draco stared at her.

"Um." He looked like he couldn't figure out what to reply to. "You don't know the story of Salazar Slytherin and the Chamber of Secrets?" He eventually asked her, and she scowled.

"Well if I did, I very well wouldn't be asking, now would I?"

"Point made. Alright, grab Ginny and come to the common room, I'll tell the story. And bring those fizzy candies, too."

About ten minutes and two dozen fizzy wizzys later, Draco told the tale of the Chamber of Secrets.

"Long ago, there were four founders of Hogwarts. Godric Gryffindor, Helga Hufflepuff, Rowena Ravenclaw, and Salazar Slytherin. Now, there are are rumors about a fifth founder, but all I remember about those are something about nightmares, lords and raw fish, so I'm going to just happily ignore that. Anyhow, back then, the four founders got along well, except for one thing. Salazar disliked the muggleborns that Hogwarts allowed to attend. So, before he died, he built a secret chamber deep in Hogwarts, called, well... The Chamber of Secrets. He wasn't the most creative, I suppose. Anyhow, legend says that there is a monster, a great beast within the chamber, that only the heir of Salazar Slytherin himself can control, and that when that heir comes, they will chase all the mudbloods from Hogwarts. And yes, I know I told that story terribly, but give me a break. I'm twelve." With that not so grande finish, Draco plopped down onto a couch next to Mina, who had come along. Most other students were still out of the common room and dorms, wandering and talking about the nights alarming events, or taking advantage of the confusion of the night to do who knows what.

"Personally, I think the name is lovely. It has a nice ring to it. However, you're right, Dragonfly. It's a bit basic, isn't it?" Elizabetha commented. Then Mina decided to put her piece in.

"Well, what else would you call it?" She asked. Internally, Elizabetha chuckled evilly.

"Why, the Chamber of Finatrixiebellianabethaniti, of course. What else?"

"...That makes no sense, whatsoever."

Draco shrugged. "She's Liz. Sense means little to nothing to her. Usually nothing."

"I find it only fair to you to mention that the snake is currently listening to this conversation. And also, I know you wrote that message, Gin. But really good use of slant rhyming!" Once Elizabetha had finished, silence reigned for a few short moments before:

"...How. The. Fuuuuu-"

"Language, Ginny! I've told you, you're too young and innocent for such things!"

"I am not innocent!"

"You are too!"

"Am not!"

"Are too!"

"Am not!"

Peter seemed to think this was the ideal moment to interrupt with "What the hell is happening?"

"I honestly don't know," Elizabetha answered. "but Gin, it is advised that the next time you feel the urge to write creepy messages in blood on the walls, make sure the people who see it don't often double check your homework for spelling errors. That, or just use your other hand. Your normal writing is too recognizable."

This time, it was Blaise that commented. "Excuse me, but Draco's just fainted."

I figured that something might as well happen already, so here. Have some actual plot. Feast on it, my children.

...I'm sorry, I know that was creepy.

And by the way, I'm also sorry if I pick on the Gryffindors a lot. Ren complained about that and I'm sorry, they're just the easiest to write into that position. Like, Elizabetha would probably really like Ravenclaws, what with Luna and all, and I myself actually like Hufflepuff, so really Gryffindor is the only option here. I'm sorry if any of you like them, I'm not trying to be mean. I actually do like some of them. I just happen to hate their color scheme.

Thanks for reading, please review so I have some inspiration to write more, and byeeeeee!