Okay, so this time around I decided to throw in some more Harry Potter characters. Hopefully, I'll write them all in character. ^^ Feel free to catch me if I don't! Hope all enjoy this next one!
4
Draco Malfoy didn't really know what to expect from his fellow first-years.
Well, actually, that wasn't true. He knew exactly what to expect from his peers. He knew how it was supposed to be in Slytherin, pure-bloods only. However, he couldn't wrap his brain around some of the foreign students. Some of them were just so strange, especially the second-year Gilbert Beilschmidt.
Then again, all that Gilbert did was cause trouble. There was someone else who was much stranger that the albino… and definitely a hell of a lot creepier.
At first, Malfoy didn't know much about Ivan Braginski but after sitting with him in Defense Against the Dark Arts class, he no longer felt like he wanted to.
It all started when the first-year Slytherins went to Defense Against the Dark Arts. Now, Malfoy had already gotten well-acquainted to Crabbe and Goyle, successfully making them his cronies. Once entering the class, seats were two to a table and Crabbe and Goyle took a table to themselves, leaving Malfoy by himself. This left him with no other choice but to sit next to the Russian student.
His first impression of Ivan was that he was a bit strange. The young Russian was always smiling but not in a happy way. Every time he passed by, he would get the strangest vibe from Ivan, something that made his skin crawl. The Russian also wore a scarf around his neck at all times, no matter how warm it got. All in all, he was one strange cookie and Malfoy wanted nothing to do with him.
But, oh happy day, he had to sit next to the creep.
Malfoy forced himself to swallow his pride and sat down next to the Russian, trying his best to ignore his classmate.
"Privet! How are you this morning?"
So much for that plan…
"Erm… Good…" Malfoy muttered, forcing himself to look Ivan in the eyes.
"You are Draco Malfoy, correct?" Ivan asked.
"Y-yes…"
"Ah, very nice to be meeting you!" the Russian chirped. "I hope we can be good friends!"
"Thanks…?" Malfoy blinked at the boy sitting next to him.
Ivan was smiling brightly at him, looking as kind and innocent as possible. It was at that point that Malfoy reconsidered his first thoughts about the other boy. Maybe Braginski wasn't that much of a creep after all…
"Malfoy, do you see that man with the turban?" Ivan asked suddenly.
"Him?" Malfoy asked, looking at Professor Quirrell. "That's our professor…"
"He's going to die," Ivan said with a bright smile and Malfoy could swear he felt a strange sort of aura emanating from the boy. "He's going to die a horribly painful death… burn until he is nothing but ashes and all because of a single touch." He turned his head slowly to his classmate, his voice cheery. "It's going to be so much fun~!"
And that was the day Malfoy swore that he would never sit by Ivan Braginski ever again… even if it meant sitting on the damn floor.