The Head Girl

Denali's hooting awakened me the next morning. 'I trained him too well.' I thought as I groaned. I rolled over and he stopped hooting. I sat up and stretched. Only to recoil in pain. 'Fuck!' my temper got a hold of my thoughts. My shoulder was sore. I undid the bandages and saw the damage. My shoulder looked like a shredded piece of red cloth. The edges of the tears were jagged and swollen. A little of the bleeding had started again after my careless movements.

I sighed and got up. I gathered my toiletries and bandages with the salve. I entered my bathroom, or what I thought was my bathroom.

When I opened the door, I heard a yelp. I snapped my head up and saw a blond boy in nothing but towel. He was standing in front of a mirror.

"What the hell are you doing?" he yelled.

"Be thankful I cannot dock house points." I said coldly, "Who are you?"

"I'm Head Boy." he responded arrogantly, his volume was considerably lower, "What are you doing here?"

"Seeing as how I am a teacher, I should be asking you." my tone did not lighten though.

"Part of the time." he countered.

Denali flew in the bathroom and landed on a towel rack. He saw the blond boy and turned to me. I could see a hint of confusion in his ebony eyes. He was confused as to why I had a topless boy in my bathroom. Then his eyes flashed with anger. He did not like to share.

"Who is that?" the blond boy asked pointing to my owl.

"My owl." I growled, "Now, get out so I may take my shower." I saw him open his mouth to protest so I pointed to my shoulder, "He did this accidentally, now think what he could do if he was ordered."

The blond boy gathered his things, grumbling the whole time. He left and I closed my door. I looked over at Denali with a reassuring smile. I turned on the water and stepped in. The water was stinging my cuts. When I got out, I dried up and started attending my shoulder. Putting the salve on and re-bandaging my wound.

I opted to get dressed in my room. So I left the bathroom and put my things on my bed. I grabbed my clothes and got dressed. I looked at the mirror on my vanity and grabbed a hair-tie. My hair was not going to cooperate with me today. I put it high on my head and looked satisfied. I grabbed my bag and patted my right shoulder for Denali to perch on. Then I headed for the Great Hall.

When I entered the Hall, the noise level dropped considerably. I noted with a grim face that my seat at the teachers' tables was not present. I looked at Denali and he flew over to Minerva. I leaned against the doorframe while I watched him pester the Headmistress for a note.

"Got that animal well trained, eh, American?" a voice behind me sneered. I refused to let him see that he scared me. I turned around and saw the blond boy from this morning.

"Yes. He even knows the command, 'sic'." I replied, "So I suggest you keep your mouth shut." The boy stepped away when Denali landed, unfortunately, on my injured shoulder. I winced as pain shot through my chest and down my arm. I gritted my teeth and looked at the owl. He opted for the other shoulder.

I grabbed the note out of Denali's beak. While reading it, I stroked his glossy feathers.

Dear Miss Sownbinder,

I know you must be confused. We, as a staff, opted that you go and sit with a table of your choosing. We decided, as a staff, that this would help you make friends. Have a nice day.

Minerva McGonagall

A growl emitted from my throat. I was a little more than peeved. I knew no one save for the blond Head Boy and the black boy from the train. That thought provoked another thought. Nothing, in my opinion, would be more gratifying then bothering the Head Boy. A smirk touched my lips.

I took a deep breath to summon all the courage that my bloodline had and strode towards the green tables. My eyes zeroed in on my target. When I plopped down next to him, he gave a little jump. Pretending not to notice, I started to put food on my plate. I heard the blond cough.

"Yes?" I asked as I turned to look at him.

"What do you and your...devil bird think you are doing?" his tone was cold and condescending. I fed Denali a piece of toast.

"Me and my 'devil bird' are sitting down and, until recently, enjoying breakfast." I snapped back. Denali caught my tone and gave a hoot.

"Not at my table and certainly not next to me." he sneered. I was getting frustrated. One, I did not know his name and two, he was just plain pissing me off.

"I do not see your name anywhere on this table." I could tell my remarks were going to short again.

"You don't even know my name. How would you know if it wasn't all over the bloody table?" the boy drawled. He smirked too. He knew he had me there. Almost.

I took the piece of parchment that Minerva had written the note on. I took out a quill and ink and scribbled a short sentence. I turned to Denali and whispered something into his ear. He gave me a hoot and flew away.

As I watched him fly over to the red tables, I turned to my plate of food. Well, I thought it was a plate of food. When I looked down, I saw a plate of worms. If I was not already pissed, I would have screamed. Instead, I took a quick look around and saw a black haired boy shaking with silent laughter. In fact, he was laughing so hard silently, he did not notice that I swapped our plates magically. When he went to go eat, a kid gave a yelp and he looked down. Instead of me screaming, he most certainly was. I smirked at him and started eating.

Denali returned with the black boy's reply. I allowed myself a small smile. The Head Boy noticed what I was doing and looked at me with a questioning face. I just flashed him a grin. Not a happy grin, but a devilish grin.

The boy did not have a chance to inquire as to why I was so happy for Professor McGonagall was at the table handing out schedules. When she came to me and the boy, she stopped suddenly.

"Well, Miss Sownbinder I see you have met our Head Boy, Mr. Malfoy." she said as she handed Draco Malfoy his schedule.

"Yes, Professor McGonagall." I replied sweetly. Clueing Draco in that I already knew his name.

"That is good." she stated as she handed me my schedule, "Because, Miss Sownbinder, you are the Head Girl." and she left.

Draco's jaw dropped. I kept my features calm and under-wraps. 'No,' I thought, 'this cannot be.' Denali felt my distress and hooted with confusion.

"Hush, Denali." I responded, "Not now." he ruffled his feathers at being told no.

I looked at my schedule and sighed. I had a class to teach this morning. Actually, two. Two classes to teach this morning before lunch. Transfiguration right after lunch and then on more class to teach. 'At least Mondays have mostly second years.' I thought to myself. I was only trying to make my mood lighter.

Denali's hoot made me look up. He had an angry look in his eye. I stared at him quizzically. He hooted once. I turned and saw Draco laughing. I stared at him blankly.

"Look down." he said through his laughter. I looked down and was not in the least bit fazed.

All over my robes was Draco Malfoy. While I thought this was the lamest thing since South Park, Draco and everyone was getting a kick out of it. I turned back to Denali and gave him a smile. He was already ready for it.

He pushed off my shoulder and screeched at Draco. Draco yelled and ducked. Denali flew right above his head. I knew the Denali was not going to hurt Draco, but Draco certainly did not. Everyone in the Great Hall was laughing, except Draco and me. I let Denali fly over him two more times before I stood up. Denali came and perched on my shoulder. A single wave of my hand and all the Draco Malfoy's were gone.

"Too bad I didn't tell him to sic." I said before I grabbed my bag and turned to head out of the Great Hall.