"All I wished for was to not be a Slytherin. Pure blood supremacy was woven into the material of those jade coloured ties and I would rather strangle myself with one than wear it."
After returning from her time spent on the run, Lyra, unruly, sarcas...
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My next lesson was charms. A subject I was quite familiar in; my years of practice might finally be useful for something.
"Okay everyone, today we will be learning a summoning charm." Professor Flitwick addressed the class from his raised platform of stacked books unpon his desk. I couldn't help but roll my eyes at the simplicity of the year 5 lessons, I covered summoning charms at the mere age of 12.
My attention was dragged away from the little Professor however, when a certain icy blonde sauntered his way casually into the classroom.
"Sorry I'm late Professor," he spoke unapologetically, leaning on the doorframe, his black and green robe swung over his left shoulder.
"Well Mr Malfoy, I'm afraid your absence has caused you to miss a great deal of our lesson." The Professor was little from unimpressed however and spoke to the tall boy as though he may attempt to bite his hand off any minute.
"There is a spare seat next to Miss Emerald" he gestured his hand from Malfoy to the seat next to mine.
Attempting to keep my attention on Flitwick, I kept my gaze forward. However I couldn't help but notice the smug smirk that made its way onto Malfoy's face as he seated himself beside me, sprawling out lazily on the chair to my left.
"So...they finally let the Slytherin Princess out of her cage, have they?" He drawled, looking me up and down slowly, his relaxed demeanour emphasising how little he cared for the lesson. It seemed as though his head was as wide as his shoulders as he kicked his two feet on top of the desk, treating the classroom like his common room, as if he owned the place.
"And I see they haven't let you into the sunlight to find any pigmentation yet, have they?" I replied sharply, earning myself a scoff from the blonde. He was not impressed and didn't even bother with a rebuttal, instead folding his arms out of disinterest to make himself seem even more arrogant and nonchalant.
We were practicing summoning a book from the other side of the classroom, Malfoy however was too busy twiddling his wand between his nimble fingers to even engage himself in the lesson. When I finally preformed the charm, one I knew quite well, he began joining in. Summoning my book towards him instead, breaking my concentration and being downright irritating.
Exasperated, I snapped my head to look at him. "Do you mind. I'm trying to learn". I growled, scowling at him, the smirk on his pompous face growing with my exasperation.
Growing even more frustrated I decided to flick the book directly towards Malfoy in order to put him in line. With a small swish of my wand, the old leather bound dictionary went flying towards his precious little face.
"Oi watch it," he snapped, it was a near miss. He dodged just as the corner brushed his ear.
"Shouldn't medal with me when I'm doing my spells, Malfoy." My tone sharp and cutting as I confidently stared him down, crushing his ego in the palm of my hand.
"You could've broken my nose, fucked up my face," he was clearly flustered, trying his best not to show it.
I sighed, sarcastically of course, "hmmm, I think anything would be a drastic improvement". I looked him up and down as if evaluating him to myself, and I could tell it as making him question his own self importance .
All I received back was a scoff and a head shake from the pontifical blonde.
Satisfied with my endeavours to knock the boy off his high horse, I returned my focus to Flitwick, who was demonstrating the precise wand movements for the summoning charm.
"Might want to pay close attention....so maybe next time you won't be as stupid as to miss." Malfoy leaned in close and spat in my ear.
"Maybe next time I should use a stronger spell... so I can ram the book right up your conceited arse." I articulated quickly, pronouncing my words sharply and clearly.
The look of disgust and shock plastered on his pale face brought me satisfaction I didn't even know I could feel. It was obvious no one had ever used such a cheeky tone with him. It was laughable.
"Do you know who I am?" He spat. Of course I did. His family was notorious.
I looked up and placed a delicate hand upon my chin, as if pondering to myself.
"Malfoy...someone..." My tone dripped with sarcasm, with just a hint of clueless innocence to really get on his nerves.
"My father will here about this." His face was flushed and anger was growing onto his features. And I was doing my best to fight my sniggers.
The boy just huffed again. Taken a back at the fact I wasn't cowering at his threat.
"Give him my best.....would you...." I mocked, pouting my lips sarcastically and blowing his a cheeky kiss.
As if right on queue, the bell sounded, echoing off the stone walls of Flitwicks Victorian era looking classroom.
Confidently, I tossed my satchel over my shoulder and waltzed off, my robes swishing behind me. Leaving Malfoy still sat there speechless.
Authors note: Hi everyone, hope you are enjoying. Please feel free to comment and please remember to VOTE. Lots of love xx
AN: editing this again after finishing the book and these first few chapters are making me cringe a bit😭😭I promise it gets better 😩
