Chapter Three: Mudbloods and Scum
Rebecca Granger's P.O.V
Hermione slid next to me to congratulate me and to ask if I knew where Ron and Harry were, but I shrugged her off. I mean I'd never even met them!I pretty much ignored the rest of the Sorting and all of Dumbledore's speech, other than the part about the new teacher, Professor Lockhart, a disgustingly handsome wizard with gelled hair and a blinding white crooked smile. I congratulated Ginny when she got into Gryffindor but other than that I was unusually silent. Malfoy was slumped over, and looked so miserable I would have felt sorry for her, except for the fact she was glaring at anyone who glanced at her and muttering things like 'Gryffindor! Of all the houses to choose from, it just had to be Gryffindor.' and 'Mudbloods and scum.' I kept catching snatches of this, and grew more and more angry. I made an impulsive decision. I whispered to my friends, spelling out the plan. Was it mean? Probably. Was it unwise? Most definitely. We didn't care. She was being a jerk, and we weren't going to make it easy. We slid over to sit next to her. She gave us the sort of look that could melt stone with the sheer hatred it contained.
"Hi!" I said brightly. If it was possible, her glare became even more withering. "We were just going to congratulate you on getting into Gryffindor." She looked at me in a way that inquired if I was suicidal. She then turned away from me. I poked her. I poked her again. "Po-o-oke!" I said, drawing out the word. Again, "Poke. Poke. Poke."
Carter Holmes's P.O.V
Okay. Fine. Was it immature? Yes. Was it unnecessary? Most definitely. Would my father be disappointed in me had he been present? Of course. We were eleven, and that Malfoy girl seriously needed to be poked.
Rebecca Granger's P.O.V
The Malfoy-ette spun around, teeth clenched. "Tell me" she said, voice brimming over with hatred, "Are you suicidal? Or just stupid?" I wasn't really shocked at her words, but I was slightly surprised at the faint glimmer of tears, threatening to spill over if she was pushed much farther.
"Just insane." responded Brook cheerfully. "And if I were you, I would be very, very nice to us, seeing as we outnumber you and all the first year girls are in the same dormitory."
She gave us a look that quite clearly said "Lord, why me?" and responded. "If you were me, then I'd be you. And if I were you, I would be running as fast as possible in the opposite direction. Because I've got an extremely short temper, a long memory and more than a touch of sadistic genius." After this announcement she stood up and marched away, as the rest of the students were dismissed as well.
Lena Malfoy's P.O.V
I bit my lip, trying hard not to cry. Not only was I in Gryffindor, I was stuck with four people who hated my guts and I theirs. On top of all of that, my parents would be furious. Draco was right, they would probably disown me. The prefects led us to a large portrait that comprised of a fat lady in a pink dress that was most unfortunately tight and low cut. I couldn't repress a sneer of disgust. Pink dresses. Someone gave me one once. I burned it.
"The password is 'wattlebird'" said a tall redheaded prefect in a bossy voice. Probably another Weasley. "Remember that everyone." The portrait swung to the side, revealing a cozy room in red and gold. A blazing fire roared in the fireplace, and deep armchairs were placed around the room. I hated to admit it, but this place was epic. "This is the Common Room." stated the prefect. Girl's dorms are on the right, boy's on the left." The girls filed up the appropriate staircase, though one acne scarred seventh year girl got caught attempting to disappear into the boys dorms. My dorm was labeled First Years in neat gold lettering. I stepped inside and spotted my things at the bed closest to the window. I sat down gloomily and fell back onto my bed. After several minutes I realized that, strangely, I was the only one in the room. Then I heard several pairs of feet stomping up the stairs.
"Did you hear- Ron and Harry-stolen car- my mother- in the whomping willow- caught by one of the professors-" I only caught snippets of the conversation, but from it I was able to conclude that Ginny's brother and Potter had stolen some sort of flying car from the Weasleys parents and flown to Hogwarts, crashing into some sort of Whomping Willow and gotten caught by a professor. I snickered darkly. Served them right for being born, the filthy blood traitor and Harry Potter. I didn't care if father thought he might be the Dark Lord's successor. From what Draco told me, he was a filthy good for nothing stuck up prat. The rest of my dorm filed in, Ginerva Weasley blushing furiously, Granger and the purple explosion in hysterics and the Carter girl pursing her lips in disapproval but with an amused twinkle in her eyes. When they saw me glowering in the corner their voices dropped to hushed whispers and they each walked to their own bunk. The Granger girl was on my left and McGonagall was on my right with Ginevra and Ms Know-it-all on either side of the doorway. They changed into pajamas without another word spoken and I flopped down on to my four poster, fully clothed. As soon as my head touched the pillow I fell into a fitful, restless sleep.