"It's true then Harry Potter has come to Hogwarts this is Crabbe and Goyle. And I'm Malfoy, Draco Malfoy." A red hair snickered at his name he glares at him
"Think my name funny do you? No need to asked yours red hair and hand-me-down robe you must be a Weasley. You'll soon find out some wizarding families are much better than others, Potter. You don't want to go making friends with the wrong sort. I can help you there.” he offered a handshake but he just look at it
"I think I can tell the wrong sort for myself thanks."
"He's not talking to you potter, get out of my way. Sure sure Malfoy were friends." I shook his hand to save him from embarrassment I look at harry with annoyed glares
"Next time don't get to our way, he's talking to me and not, you're just nothing but a boy who barely lived. Get out of my way." I shoved him out of my way
Draco's POV
She is embarrassing, I don't even know her name.
"She saved your ass Malfoy."
"Yes she saved you I heard her parents are both working for the queen and king of England."
"Her name?"
"Cassiopeia Lestrange her mother is a Rosier."
Lestrange? I never heard there's another Lestrange except for9 rodolphus and rabastan.
"Why I never heard about them?"
"They're no death eaters, they are hidden in public I was wondering why that girl is here."
Cassiopeia's POV
Everyone's already sorted and the only left is me and this few others.
"Cassiopeia Lyra Lestrange?" I sat on the stool not thinking anything
"SLYTHERIN!"
Not too exciting for the others but surely Slytherin are giving me a warm welcome.
"Welcome to Slytherin."
"Thanks."
Draco's POV
She's different from the girls I know, she doesn't need to do something to gain someone's attention.
"Let the feast begin."
Third Person's POV
After their dinner they headed to the slytherin common room Cassiopeia didn't linger around she straight to the bed.
At potion class
"There will be no foolish wand-waving or silly incantations in this class. As such, I don't expect many of you to appreciate the subtle science and exact art that is potion-making. However, for those select few. Who possess, the predisposition I can teach you how to bewitch the mind and ensnare the senses. I can tell you how to bottle fame, brew glory, and even put a stopper in death." he spotted Harry who's busy doodling on his own parchment
"Then again, maybe some of you have come to Hogwarts in possession of abilities so formidable that you feel confident enough to not pay attention!" He approached Harry, Cassiopeia shook her head in disbelief
"Mr. Potter. Our new celebrity. Tell me, what would I get if I added powdered root of asphodel to an infusion of wormwood?" Hermione raised her hand but Snape ignored her
"I don't know sir."
"You don't know? Well, let's try again. Where, Mr. Potter, would you look if I asked you to find me a bezoar? And what is the difference between monkshood and wolfsbane?"
"I don't know sir"
"Pity. Clearly, fame isn't everything, is it, Mr. Potter?"
"Clearly, Hermione knows. Seems a pity not to ask her." Everyone gasped in disbelief
"Silence. Put your hand down, you silly girl! For your information, Potter asphodel and wormwood make a sleeping potion so powerful it is known as the Draught of the Living Dead. A bezoar is a stone taken from the stomach of a goat and it will save you from most poisons. As for monkshood and wolfsbane, they are the same plant, which also goes by the name of aconite." he glares at Harry in annoyance
"Well, why aren't you all copying this down? Gryffindors, note that five points, will be taken from your house... for your classmate's cheek."
