The Mark of a Death Eater

Revenge

Pansy had been getting on my nerves more than anything. She was always cutting off my sentences with lame lines and clinging to Malfoy like a shadow. I was just dying to get back at her. I finally got my chance in Charms on Thursdays. We were supposed to be practicing our silent Aguamenti charm and no-one except me had gotten it right. Of course, it was hard to concentrate with Pansy gushing on about the fabulous Christmas she usually has with her family. I barely get Christmas’ with my family and if I ever do it’s hardly fun, apart from Rigel occasionally hanging out with me. I love hanging out with my brother, but he, like my parents, hardly have time for it. I do have to give Rigel credit though, for putting up with my moods. 

“My cousins -all of them- get together at our place because it’s the biggest-” “Pansy?” “Yeah?” “Shut up.” Pansy glared at me. “I don’t know who you think you are!” she shouted. “Every time I do something, you have a problem with it. And you act like you’re a goddess, and you expect everyone to worship you! I can’t stand even-” Pansy cut off suddenly. She was still moving her mouth but no sounds were coming out. I’d hit her with the silencio charm from under my desk. She began shouting unheared things at me. When I was sure I caught a few rather unladylike words from her, I did the counter charm. “You filthy little-” she dropped off when she noticed she was screaming a the top of her lungs. All eyes were on Pansy as Professor Flitwick walked over to our table. “Miss Parkinson, please explain yourself.” “Uhm, it’s nothing Professor. I couldn’t get the spell right.” She glanced at the table. “Well, Miss Parkinson. You will lower your voice in the future or risk loosing points from your house.” Professor Flitwick walked off and the class carried on with it’s usual buzz of chatter. 

Pansy looked at me. If looks could kill, I’d have been 100 feet under already. But she didn’t say anything. “Aguamenti,” she said, waving her wand. Water spurted out of the end of it, dowsing my hair, face and the front of my robes. “Oops,” she smirked. I dried myself with my wand, giving it a wave so that warm steam blew out of it, drying me swiftly. That wiped the smile of Pansy’s face. I did the Aguamenti charm silently and water shot towards Pansy. She ducked just in time and it hit Blaise Zabini instead. Blaise did the spell too, or so he tried. At the last second I spun a shield charm around myself. The water rebounded in two short bursts. One hit Professor Flitwick and he was knocked off his feet, the other hit Daphne.. She tapped the goblet we were supposed to be filling calmly, then threw it at Blaise, cup and water. He sent another cold blast back. “Aguamenti,” she said while tapping a bucket. I grinned. I levitated the bucket into the air, then promptly dropped it on Pansy. Crabbe, Goyle and Nott. All of them had their wands out now. Crabbe tried to do the spell but it missed us and hit a girl in the first row. She was on her feet too. Her spell ricocheted on the ceiling, sending a misty rain all over us. Within minutes, the entire class had erupted into an enormous water fight. 

Professor Flitwick unfortunately got caught in the cross-fire. Well, cross-water, technically. “Enough!” he was yelling, but no-one heard. Or if they did, they ignored him. “Fifty points from Slytherin!” he shouted. That stopped us. “Enough of this! Everyone sit down right now. Detention for all of you at six this evening. You will be given extra homework and lines. You will all perfect your silent charm this evening in detention, and if I have a repeat of this you will get triple the amount of homework and detention for a year.” Professor Flitwick waved his wand and dried himself. Another girl tried and set her robes on fire. Professor Flitwick pointed his wand at her and the flames extinguished. After another fifteen minutes, class was dismissed. The others ran onwards, in a hurry to attempt to dry themselves before the next class. 

Blaise and Vivienne were the only two still in the room. “Good one,” Blaise said. I grinned. He was quite good looking, dark with dark brown hair and eyes, high cheekbones and a constant brooding expression. He hardly speaks but has been with Malfoy lately so I’ve gotten to know him a little better. He’s in the ‘Slug-Club’ too because of his beautiful mother who I’ve seen twice at the Hogwarts Platform and can’t deny that. Speaking of the Slug-Club, it wasn’t all that bad. Apart from the annoying and toffee-nosed Slughorn, I’ve met one or two people. Ginny Weasley I was starting to warm up to: although we both agreed to keep it a secret for it would look terrible for people to see her friends with me, or me with her. There was a boy named Cormac McLaggen, really good-looking, tall and blonde with green eyes. Unfortunately, it was only after a while that I realised he was in Gryffindor. I did assume he was in his last year at Hogwarts in Slytherin or perhaps in Ravenclaw but certainly not Gryffindor! We spoke for a little while about our birthdays, history and Quidditch. I assumed the stares I received from people were due to the fact that this was the first time they’d seen me be sociable. He asked me if I played and when I replied in the negative he asked me why, to which I explained how busy my schedule was that I didn’t have any time to. When I asked him if he played he replied: “Yeah but I’m a reserve captain this year since Potter is captain and he picked Weasley.” I nearly fell out of my chair. After that I avoided him. Detention was no problem at all. Professor Flitwick had a meeting and we got off early. Most of us had already perfected our silent charm (of course, we had plenty of practice earlier that day). I took Pansy’s babbling as an opportunity the stack of parchment on the desk and couldn’t hold back my laughter as the papers flew around her, wrapping itself around her body.