The Ice Queen [s.b.]

↠first year, 1.2

SEPTEMBER

Anna and Dory quickly become best friends. They share all the same interests, goals, aspirations, and it certainly helps that they share a dorm and all of the same classes.

One day, during mid-September, they observe a fellow Slytherin being bullied by a group of seventh year Gryffindors.

With somewhat of a cruel grin, Dorothy asks, "Shall we?"

"We shall," Annalee nods and trails behind Dory. 

"Hey! Get away from him!" Dory yells as they approach the group.

The Gryffindors sneer, "What are you going to do, little girl?"

Dory shrugs, "It's what she's going to do. Unless you don't want to get involved with Annalee Fawley, the Ice Queen of Slytherin."

A couple of the older students have the decency to look scared, but one (probably a muggleborn with no knowledge of the weight of the name) steps forward.

"Oh, I do," the boy reassures the girls.

"You really don't," a blonde girl standing behind him calls. "And when she beats you, we won't be able to report it 'cause then we get in trouble."

"You seem pretty sure she'll beat me, Zara," the boy says to the girl, Zara. "What do you think, Fawley? Can you beat me-"

Annalee cuts him off by muttering, "Alarte Ascendare."

The boy flies into the air. As he falls back to the ground, she mutters, "Arresto Momentum. Wingardium Leviosa."

He slows, then floats. She sets him down on the ground gently.

He gets up and runs away and his friends run after him, but Dory and Anna can hear them snickering.

Dory gives her a high-five, "That was awesome."

"Thanks," Anna says happily, tucking a strand of long blonde hair behind her hair. "We should check on that kid."

Dory nods and rushes over to the kid, Anna steps behind her. A boy with longer black hair and a pronounced nose.

"Thanks," he says breathlessly to his fellow first-years. "I'm Snape. Severus Snape."

"Dorothy Hawkins."

"Annalee Fawley. But you're welcome to call me Anna, if you like. It's a pleasure to meet you."

"You, as well," he says with a faint smile. "See you around?"

"Yep!" Dorothy cheers before swinging her arm around Anna guides her in the opposite direction. "So, your highness, what do you want to do now?"

"Hey! You were the one that gave me that nickname, it's not like I gave it to myself!" Anna says indignantly. 

"What? Should I bow?" Dory teases.

"Please, Merlin, no," Anna says, covering her face with her hands in a rare display of public emotion. "Let's just go to the kitchens."

"Yes, my Queen," Dorothy teases, then takes off in the direction of the kitchens with Anna at her heels.

And thus the birth of the nickname that Anna would take with her until her death: The Ice Queen of Slytherin.

OCTOBER

Anna bursts into the dorm room, which - at that moment - is housing only Dorothy. 

"Wow, Anna, it's almost like something's urgent," Dorothy snarks.

Anna rolls her eyes, "So d'you remember that redhead? Lily? Gryffindor?"

"Yeah. Your point?"

"I'm getting there, Dory, patience! Anyways, I was in Transfiguration-" Anna says breathlessly.