The next morning, Emarie dressed quickly and quietly as to not disturb the other sleeping girls. She tied her hair back in a tight plait and went to breakfast. Being earlier than most, Emarie pulled out her Muggle book and began eating. Over the course of ten minutes the Great Hall began to fill up. Emarie looked up from her book and saw Draco walking in. She gave him a slight wave and watched him walk towards her. As Draco, Crabbe, and Goyle sat down, Pansy came to join them. "Draco," she whined, "why did we have to sit over here? This seat already has trash in it." Pansy flicked her eyelashes at Emarie who was sliding a bookmark into her book.
Draco stood up as if he were going to move but instead he jammed his wand against the side of Pansy's neck, "take it back, Parkinson."
"Draco!" Emarie shouted jumping up, "asseyez-toi! Now!"
Draco looked back and forth between Pansy and Emarie. He slowly took his wand away from her neck and she simpered away.
"I said sit down. Teachers are coming this way to hand out schedules." Emarie warned again.
Draco sat down and suddenly didn't feel hungry anymore. He took the schedule that Professor Snape was handing out.
"Elle est un potoin!" Emarie said once everyone received their schedule.
"What is she saying?" Goyle asked Draco, "and why are we threatening to beat up our friend for someone we don't know?"
"I said-" Emarie began but was cut off by Draco.
"She said Pansy is a moron, and this is my childhood friend, Emarie Chabert."
"Enchante!" Emarie said to Crabbe and Goyle.
Draco rolled his eyes when he saw his friends' blank stares. "She means she's pleased to meet you."
"Oh! Pleasure's mine," muttered Crabbe. Goyle nodded in agreement.
"We've got double Tranfiguration today... And even worse, it's with those stupid Gryffindors!" Draco complained.
"I have Herbology first- with the Hufflepuffs." Emarie shoved her schedule into her school bag and finished eating her granola.
"Are you always so.. Perfect?" Crabbe asked.
"I'm flattered, but I'm not perfect. I just try to get top marks in school because I aspire to be an Ambassador of Magic through France."
"Even when the Dark Lord rises?"
"The Dark Lord will need help taking over France, yes? Just like Britain, it doesn't happen overnight." Emarie said whispering.
"What about your parents?"
"I assume they will be alongside your parents." During the First Wizarding War, the Chabert family were very close to Voldemort, but were not so outspoken or as popular as the Lestranges or Blacks, which saved them from a life in Azkaban.
"I want to fight beside my parents." Draco said. Crabbe and Goyle nodded their heads.
"Didn't the Dark Lord give you a special task to complete this year?" Crabbe asked.
"It seems your parents couldn't keep their mouths shut, then?"
"A special task?" Emarie asked.
"Don't worry about it."
"Don't tell me what to not worry about, ane-toi."
"Don't call me an arse, Chabert."
"We'll talk about it later." Emarie said fiercely.
Somewhere overhead, the bells tolled loudly and everyone got up to go to their classes. Draco and Emarie went their seperate ways, again. This time, Draco was not so keen on running into Emarie again.