The next time anyone laid eyes on Alex she dropped out of thin air in the middle of the Great Hall giggling like an idiot. Her brother fell a minute later about a foot from where she sat in the middle of Harry's plate.
"That was a complete waste of…" Damien started as he looked around himself. "Awe…damn." He looked up at the Head table and met his head's look of disappointment. "Please accept my apology about that Professor Sprout."
Alex lay on her back, propped up on her elbows. She met her own head's eyes amusedly, "Hey Professor? You know that whole "ghosts can't drop you through solid rock" thing we discussed in lecture today? I thought I would test the theory."
She giggled before a sharp prod in her side alerted her to the fact that she was sitting in somebody's food, "What can I do for you?"
"You can start by getting your arse out of my food!" Harry hissed, his face flushed unbecomingly.
"I believe I can arrange that." Alex muttered scooting off of his plate, knocking his pumpkin juice into his lap, and adding the rest of the contents of his plate to the messy pile.
"Better Monsieur?" She demanded her hands on her hips as her green eyes glared into his. The gold that ran around the outside of them flared for a moment before she whipped her head away and stalked off to the cheering of the Slytherins. She muttered as she cast a cleaning charm on herself and swept by the Slytherin table. A hand snagged her wrist.
"Very good Alex, we are most pleased." Theodore noted, his eyes roving over her.
"Oh thank you milord! My only wish is to please you!" She spat sarcastically then slapped his hand away from her wrist, "Never touch me again you slimy, disgusting, depraved, depilated, pitiful excuse for a…" Her brother slapped a hand across her mouth.
"My apologies. My twin has a bit of a tempe…" Damien yelped and snatched his hand away from Alex's mouth, "You little viper! You bit me!"
Alex ignored him and turned back to her intended target. "Man. I never ever want you to look at me again. Understood Monsieur?"
Blaise stood from his seat and strode to where Alex stood fuming, "Oui Mademoiselle. Theodore will not bother you again. But I must add my approval of your treatment of Potter."
Alex looked mildly surprised, "Ah, so that was Potter. The Duce Consul informed me of him. Supposedly he pissed off all the wrong people. Namely your Prince."
Blaise nodded and offered her his arm. She placed her hand in the crook of his elbow and allowed him to lead her to the head of the table. "Draco, this is Alexandria. Alex, this is Slytherin's Prince."
Draco stood and the two nodded to each other. "The newest Ravenclaw? I see you've made quite the impression. The Consul is already approaching to rein you in." She glanced back over her shoulder.
Cho Chang and Eddie Carmichael were on the way over to the table. "Oh joy of Joys!"
Cho got to Alex before Eddie did. "What in all the seven hells did you think you were doing? Ravenclaws do not behave this way!"
Alex lifted an eyebrow, "And how, exactly, do Ravenclaws behave Miss Chang?"
Eddie spoke up, "Not the way you did Miss Alexandria."
Alex nodded calmly, "I suppose it is time for a change then." She lifted her head and met Chang's eyes. "I declare challenge on you Cho Chang, accept it or stand aside."
Cho's pretty brown eyes widened. She'd slept her way to the top, now someone was actually challenging her? No way in hell could she fight off even the most basic of challenges!
"I stand down." Cho whispered, bowing her head and biting her lip.
Alex nodded and turned to Eddie. "I declare challenge on you Edward Carmichael, accept or stand aside."
"I accept your Challenge Alexandria DeLoche." Eddie sighed, "You've disrupted our world Miss Alex. I am most displeased. I await our duel in the Room of Requirement. Have Miss Chang show you there after evening classes."
Eddie turned to stride back to Ravenclaw's table, taking his seat to the immediate left of the throne. Chang followed and sat down in Alex's old seat, leaving the second seat next to Eddie empty. This was now Alex's Seat, the position of Third was hers.
'My god what have I done?' She asked herself as she nodded to the Slytherins and moved to her seat.
"My god what has she done?" Blaise demanded as he sat back down. "The silly bint is here less than three days and she seeks to become Ravenclaw's Prince! She's already Countess, and all without the customary duel! The hells?"
Ginny gazed across the table at her disturbed friend. "I hear she's come from Bueaxbaton, she was an excellent student there. It's no surprise she was sorted into Ravenclaw. From what the Ladies and I have deduced she is quite the enchanting individual." Ginny rolled her eyes, "I still don't understand why the hell we have to talk like a bunch of arrogant jack-asses."
Draco chuckled, "It's the way official business has been conducted for years my dear. I don't see any reason to change it."
Ginny thought about sticking her tongue out at him, paused, and then flicked him a bird. Draco captured her wrist in his hand and brought it to his mouth. He kissed the offending finger until her whole hand relaxed, and then he kissed the rest of her hand, up the inside of her wrist and back down. Ginny's warm brown eyes were glowing hotly by the time he replaced her hand.
"Are you two done now?" Millicent demanded, a roll poised in her hand. "You're disturbing my lunch!"
Draco chuckled, and picked up his fork, "Yes Dear Millicent, I'm done now."
Pansy heaved a sigh. 'If Dumbledore doesn't stop calling all of these damned prefect meetings I'll throttle him! And I wanna watch my Phantom DVD Damnit!' The poor girl sighed, slumping her shoulders in irritation. She felt a finger prod her between the shoulder blades. "Not now Draco! Damn, can't even slouch in peace!"
The hand slid up between her shoulder blades to stroke the base of her neck. Pansy inhaled sharply, and tensed all over.
"I'm not Draco."
"Then who the hell are you?" Pansy demanded, as her eyelids slipped half-closed. 'Whoever he is, those hands should be registered as dangerous things!'
"I am your Angel of Music, come to me Angel of Music." The boy sang his voice low and soft, caressing her with sound.
Pansy whipped around in her chair so fast that the poor boy was forced to step back. Pansy looked up into bright hazel eyes, "I hate you right now."
"Awe, now that isn't fair Amelia! At least give me due credit!" Damien, for that was him alright, grinned at her, "My sister isn't the only Phantom fan here you know!"
"Alright, you have a dead sexy voice." She held up a hand to forestall the smug grin, "And I hate you right now."
Damien pouted, "Well if you're going to be a silly bint about it I'm going to leave you to your boredom and the half-hour wait to the prefects meeting!"
Pansy watched him start down the corridor, waited until he got halfway down, and drew her breath up from her gut like she was taught. "Angel of Music, speak I listen! Stay by my side, Guide me! Angel my soul was weak forgive me! Enter at last Master!"
Damien stopped in his tracks, 'Oh my God. She has a voice on her that would take a man to his knees!' He felt himself turn around and walk back towards her entranced.
"Amelia! That was perfect! Well, almost. You wavered on the last note." he paused, and corrected her posture. "If you draw your shoulders back a little more you'll be able to get a better range. If you'd like I can assist you in lessons?"
Pansy sighed, listening to his voice going up and down in smooth tones. "Of course, Damien. Call me Pansy, if you would."
"As you wish, Pansy." He nodded cheekily at her, and they settled against the wall to wait for the meeting. They discussed current events in the WW, Damien sharing stories of how England's troubles affected thing in France and Pansy explaining the nuances running in the undercurrents at Hogwarts. Pansy, enthralled by his voice, came to when he waved his hand in front of her face.
"What?" She snapped, irritated she had lost track of time.
"You've got to go to the meeting remember?" Damien smirked, "I'll get back to you on the practice schedule!" He gave her a little shove in the proper direction, "Ta!"