Elizabetha grinned as Nettle flew happily around her, feather like hair rising like a birds crest would and blue eyes bright with exitement.
"Found 'er, found 'er, found'erfound'erfound'er! Werewolf, I found 'er! Yay!" The half pixie trilled, and when Elizabetha tilted her head to see past her broom handle, she saw the familiar shape of Jacob and one other on the ground.
"Hey! Finatrixiebellianabethaniti!" She called, and even in the air she could see him scowl.
"What's with you and that name? Is it even a name?" He shouted back, and she shrugged before heading down, Nettle fluttering right behind her and cooing about the weather. When she touched down she was practically bowled over by the werewolf, and he was soon followed by a familiar vampire.
"Jacob! Mikaela! Hello! Oh, Nettle, please don't bite." The other girl bared her needle point teeth at Elizabetha in a grin, before jolting away and starting to mumble to herself. "Oh, good, you're still crazy. I was worried some plot miracle would occur and the fresh air would somehow help, or my love would somehow cure you, but it looks like you'll remain mentally unstable forever. Thank goodness."
"Pixies don't do not crazy." Mikaela chimed in helpfully.
"Yeah, they really don't, do they? So, how have you been, Mika?" She asked the vampire, and he grinned up at her, bright red eyes flashing.
"I ate. I missed eating." Just then Elizabetha noticed the red smudge on his lips, and winced. I probably should fix this, somehow... But who cares, he probably just bit some homeless guy.
The blond vampire had actually bitten Gildaroy Lockhart, who had indeed been a homeless man at the moment, due to having been exposed as a fake by a certain trio of eleven year old's, something that had destroyed his career, but no one really cared at this point. Especially not Mikaela.
"Well that's lovely. You, uh, you got something right there..." She told the vampire, and as he was busy washing his face with a curled hand, like he actually was some porcupine cat hybrid, she turned to Jacob. "So hey, Jacob, do you have any interest in tracking down a huge hungry snake with me? Oh, but before that, you'll need to meet my friends! Wait here!" With that she grabbed her broom from Nettle, who had been staring at it intently for the past few minutes, and mounted it.
"Noooooo!" The half pixie wailed after her. "Cloud come baaaaaack!"
Oh, Luna is going to love her.
Harry practically choked on his laughter as he dragged Ron into the infirmary. The redhead had apparently decided it was a great idea to try insulting professor Snape in front of Elizabetha. She had thrown a rock at his head, and given him a concussion, that he continued to deny until he passed out during potions, much to Snape's disgust. And to Harry's sick delight at the irony.
Elizabetha, or as Harry preferred to think of her, the Ruling Monarch of all Things Mad, had already acquired a reputation for being fiercely protective of her little circle. What surprised Harry was how Ginny had somehow wormed her way in, and Luna. Well, with Luna it was actually quite obvious. Insanity loves company, and birds of a feather certainly flock together. Ginny, however, had always seemed... well, sane, for lack of a better word.
Anyhow, the fact remained, Ron had just been stupid when he did what he did. To be honest, Harry loved Ron dearly, and all that, but he rather thought he deserved that rock to the head for his stupidity.
"What're you laughing about, Potter?" A cross voice demanded. Wait. That sounds familiar... He turned his head. Huh. Do I laugh or do I cry? Harry wondered as he caught sight of Malfoy, glaring at him from one of the beds. And do I answer honestly or not... what the hell, things are weird enough around here, I might as well just add to it.
"That girl you hang out with, the one who calls you a dragonfly, nailed Ron in the head with a rock. He just blacked out in potions and fell into his cauldron, face first. He's gonna have detention until he graduates, I bet." Harry laughed at the utter ridiculousness of it, and a few moments later Malfoy joined in, snickering.
"Elizabetha? Impressive. I knew she had good aim." He paused for a moment. "Tell me, Potter, aside from her deadly accuracy with rocks, what do you think of Lizzy?" To his surprise, the blond seemed genuinely curious. But Slightly disgusted at the same time. But curious. So Harry lugged Ron onto a nearby bed and considered it.
"I- I think she's absolutely bonkers," Malfoy snickered again. "but nice. A nice kind of bonkers." Harry decided, nodding to himself.
"Do you? What else?"
"She's good at what she does, I guess. I mean, I've seen her flying a few times, going out the windows, and she's good. Though she breaks a lot of windows. Snape mentioned her, so she must be really good at potions, too. And Ron told me that Ginny told him that she was the one who pointed out professor Lockhart as a phony. She seemed to know her stuff, back in the bookstore." Malfoy nodded.
"Yeah. By the way, the weasel's waking up." Hm?
Harry turned just in time to see Ron sit blearily up, rubbing with his fists at his eyes like a little child.
"Harry? Mate? Wot're you doin'?" The redhead mumbled, before his vision cleared and he saw Malfoy.
"Harry, what's that doing here?" He demanded, and internally Harry sighed. Ron, dear, I know we don't like him, but he does have a name, and it's not That.
"For your information, Elizabetha may have done something more surprising then usual, and I may have fainted, and stop that smirking, weasel." Ron was indeed smirking. And giggling. Then again, so was Harry. The idea of Malfoy fainting was very refreshing. "The same thing happened to you, you know. Taken out by a little pebble, I hear? And one thrown by an eleven year old girl? Shame, shame on you."
That shut Ron up, and he scowled.
"Whatever." Ron mumbled. Then Poppy came bustling in, dragging Neville behind her. The boy's face flushed and blotchy, and he looked rather alarmed.
"Oh, good, another visit from Harry Potter and Ronald Weasley. Let me guess, another troll? Wait, don't tell me, is there a dragon loose at Hogwarts?" She asked dryly, leading Neville to a bed.
Draco kindly answered for them. "Lizzy threw a rock at Weasley and gave him a concussion, and he fell into his cauldron."
"Again? I swear, she's going to be as bad as the Weasley twins soon. Or, Merlin forbid, Neville."
In a miracle of fate, they all groaned at the same time. Even Neville looked alarmed, before promptly falling unconscious.
I have a feeling that Harry going to turn out a bit sarcastic and bloodthirsty in this. Just a bit. But I'm tired of reading stories where he's perfect, so there. He's going to be a charming brat in this one. And yes, there was a reference in this too, if you can find it. It's really little.
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