"𝗦𝗼𝗺𝗲𝘁𝗶𝗺𝗲𝘀 𝘄𝗲 𝗵𝗮𝘃𝗲 𝘁𝗼 𝗺𝗮𝗸𝗲 𝘀𝗮𝗰𝗿𝗶𝗳𝗶𝗰𝗲𝘀 𝘁𝗼 𝘀𝗮𝘃𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗼𝗻𝗲𝘀 𝘄𝗲 𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗲"
Maera Atlas Black is just like her father, a genius that has a knack for getting into trouble.
From making fun of Snivellus, annoying...
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𝐋𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐫 - 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟓
─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───
𝚂𝚘𝚗𝚐 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛:
'𝙷𝚘𝚝 𝙻𝚒𝚚𝚞𝚘𝚛𝚒𝚌𝚎' 𝚋𝚢 𝙳𝚒𝚌𝚔 𝚆𝚊𝚕𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚜.
─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───
Maera Black
I woke up in the morning still at the table we were studying the night before. My neck was rather sore and I became agitated that nobody woke me up so I could actually sleep in my own bed and not on my homework.
Malfoy didn't reappear in classes until late on Thursday morning when the Slytherins and Gryffindors were halfway through double Potions. He swaggered into the dungeon, his right arm covered in bandages and bound up in a sling, acting, in my opinion, as though he were the heroic survivor of some dreadful battle. This was weird to see as I had broken pretty much every bone in my body and had numerous scars but I never milked it like this kid was doing. Everyone at Hogwarts seemed to be rather dramatic.
"How is it, Draco?" simpered Pansy Parkinson. "Does it hurt much?"
"Yeah," said Malfoy, putting on a brave sort of grimace. But I saw him wink at Crabbe and Goyle when Pansy had looked away.
"Settle down, settle down," said Professor Snape idly.
I smirked as the Professor entered the class. Greasy greasy Snevillus.
We were making a new potion today, apparently, a Shrinking Solution. Much to my dismay, Malfoy set up his cauldron right next to Harry and Ron, so that they were preparing their ingredients on the same table.
"Sir," Malfoy called, "sir, I'll need help cutting up these daisy roots, because of my arm —"
"Weasley, cut up Malfoy's roots for him," said Snape without looking up.
Ron went brick red.
"There's nothing wrong with your arm," he hissed at Malfoy.
"Weasley, you heard Professor Snape; cut up these roots."
I had the urge to float the knife and actually cut off Malfoy's arm but I held myself back.
Ron seized his knife, pulled Malfoy's roots toward him, and began to chop them roughly so that they were all different sizes.
"Professor," drawled Malfoy, "Weasley's mutilating my roots, sir."
