"Lovely," I say sarcastically, wrinkling my nose in disgust.
George smiles at my tone and says, "They're perfect for getting out of class."
"Could they get me away from Malfoy?" I groan, placing the multicolored candy back in it's box.
"That's why you're missing class, what'd he do?" George places the box back in his pocket as he speaks.
"Well," I start, still unsure about George but then I give in. "He called me a... well, um... "
George sighs angrily, "You don't even need to finish, I know. Ugh, someone needs to teach him a lesson, I mean, he thinks he owns this school or something."
He huffs then falls silent before asking, "What class do you have right now?"
"Potions with Professor Sna—"
"Snape, you're missing your first class of POTIONS?!" George exclaims.
"What?" I ask, confused at the sudden outburst.
"Snape is, I swear, the devil reincarnated, you should fake sick, better than being late. He will MURDER YOU." George explains seriously.
"But I really need to go to class, I can't just skip," I protest but he shakes his head.
"If you want to go back, be my guest but don't say I didn't warn you if you end up in the hospital wing." He stands and I follow him, starting to walk away before I turn one more time.
"Hey, thanks for uh, this." I say, awkwardly but he just nods.
"No problem Foster."
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A few minutes later, I push open the potions classroom door to find myself face to face with the foulest looking teacher ever, maybe only beaten by the toad lady.
Professor Snape is dressed all in black, matching his oily flat hair, and his cold eyes survey me with such disdain, you'd think I was a rat. His hooked nose makes him strongly resemble a witch and his sneer only adds to the getup.
"You must be Miss Foster." He drawls, his voice dripping with disgust.
"Yes Professor, I'm sorry I got lost on the wa—" I try to explain my planned excuse but he cuts me off.
"Just sit, before I take points away. Looks like there is a perfect spot right over there." He points a bony finger to a table in the corner and as my eyes fall on the inhabitants, my stomach drops.
The icy glare of Draco Malfoy meets my gaze and I try not to shudder at the intensity. He's surrounded by his crownies, who are all snickering at my entrance. I notice an empty seat at another table, full of Ravenclaws and I start to make my way over there instead, before I hear Snape's dark voice.
"Did you not see me clearly point to the other table Miss Foster? Are you as incompetent with directions as you are with time?"
This sends the Slytherins into a roar of laughter and I feel my face burn with embarrassment.
"But sir—"
"Five points from Ravenclaw, and if you do not sit in your assigned seat immediately, I will take 20." These words coax a quiet groaning from the Ravenclaw table and causes my face to burn even hotter.
I grudgingly take the seat next to Malfoy and turn away from him, facing the wall of ingredients. I try to look very interested in the salamander tails, but his voice still crawls into my ear, icy cold.
"Those salamander tails interesting you, mudblood?"
I set my jaw in anger but keep my gaze focused on the jars. I drift to the next one, full of bat wings.
"What's got your knickers in a twist huh, Miss Foster?" His voice sets my blood on fire and I narrow my eyes, as if trying to get a closer look at the wings.
"You really have no idea what you're doing here do you?" he continues, and I feel my heart begin to pound, urging me to release the anger.
"You probably don't even know the tip of your wand from the bottom. What is your family like do they know magic— oh wait," He says, his voice dripping with venomous sarcasm. "They're muggles. Filthy muggles."
I grit my teeth, trying to keep my breathing controlled as I survey the bottle of lacewing flies.
"Why'd they kick you out Beauxbatons, mudblood? Was it because they couldn't handle the level of incompeten—"
That's when I crack.
"One more word Malfoy." I say, my voice a low growl. "And you'll find yourself wishing you were never born."
He cocks his head and I see his icy eyes searching my face.
"You want to know what happens when I snap?" I growl, letting all the anger take over my voice. "I dare you, try me."
I turn back to the front of the class and feel the mental exhaustion already kicking in.
I don't know what it is about Draco Malfoy , but he somehow pushes me over the edge of control. I'm usually a very calm person, if people bothered to get to know me they would probably describe me as reasonable and regulated. I don't usually lash out, but with some people, I just can't help it.
I sigh. This is going to be a long semester.
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Author's Note:
"Permission to cease her existence?" ➵ Sophie's opinion on Amélie Bernard
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