Chapter 3: Snakes and Irritating Italians
The Slytherin common room was exactly as I remembered. The whole room had an eerie green glow to it, and there were green and silver drapings everywhere. The furniture was all black and reminded me a lot of the Slytherins; dark and elegant. I was still looking around when Riddle spoke.
"This will be your common room; the girls' dormitories are located on the right and the boys on the left. Students of the opposite gender will not be permitted to go into each other's dormitories. Any questions?"
"Yes. Where will I get my school supplies?"
"Due to your... special circumstances your books have been provided for you by Professor Dumbledore. Now if that is all, I suggest you retire for the night. It will be a busy day tomorrow"
"Very well Mister Riddle. Good night"
Without another word, Riddle gave me a sharp nod and quickly walked away. I gave a small yawn and realised Tom was right, so I made my way up to the girls dormitories. I found me name on one of the doors and slowly opened the door. There were three girls currently in the room. The first had deep brown hair and kind looking hazel eyes. Her hair was cut short in a bob and her skin was lightly tanned. She was sitting on what I assumed was her bed, reading a rather large book.
The second girl had pale blond hair that reminded me vaguely of Draco Malfoy and ice blue eyes, and was sitting facing the first girl, talking her ear off about random topics. She had very aristocratic features, pale skin and seemed bubbly and full of life.
The third girl was sitting in front of a dresser brushing out her long deep black hair. She had light green eyes and delicate elfin features. She seemed small and petite, like a pixie and had flawless olive skin.
I took a deep breath and walked into the room. Upon my entrance, the pixie scowled.
"What are you doing in here?" she spat at me.
"Unless I was wrongly informed, this is my new dormitory", I told her, looking at her coolly.
"That's impossible! I am Isabella Zabini the sole heiress of the Most Noble House of Zabini, and I demand that you be removed from here at once!" Isabella, as I now knew she was called, was standing by now and even threw in a little stomp of her foot at the end. The other two girls were watching now to and were biting their lips in anticipation and worry of what was going to happen. Overall they seemed pretty used to Zabini's behaviour, but I wasn't. And I sure as hell was NOT going to stand for a little diva pushing me around.
"If you are quite done with your temper tantrum, would you mind letting me get to bed" I told her calmly, whilst examining my manicured nails. She let out some semblance of a frustrated squeal, and stormed to bed. Now that's how you deal with over dramatic princesses.
I gave myself a smile and walked into the adjoined bathroom to wash up. I had packed some shampoos and shower gels in my trunk so I took it out of my pocket and unshrunk it, taking out the necessary things that I would need. I had a quick shower, dried my hair with a quick spell and got dressed in the pyjamas I had laid out for myself. I braided my hair into two braids coming over my shoulders and looked in the mirror. Once satisfied with my appearance, I left the bathroom to find Isabella's bed's curtains drawn. Deciding she was probably asleep, I tried making conversation with the other two girls.
"So what are your names?" I asked walking to and sitting on my newly conjured bed.
"Stephanie Davis", the brown haired one answered first.
"And I'm Avalon Malfoy! Who are you?" said the newly named Avalon. I knew the blond hair reminded me of Draco, I thought to myself.
"I'm Juniper Peverell", I answered smoothly. Both girls looked absolutely shocked at my words. Probably because the Peverells are known to be one of the most powerful wizarding families in the world coming second only to the Emrys'. Way more powerful than their families and definitely more powerful than pixie - oops - Isabella's family. "And before you ask the Peverell line is not extinct. There has just been some confusion over the matter. Now if you'll excuse me, I should get some rest." And with that I left and went to sleep, my last thought being: Italians are irritating.