silence | r. weasley

chapter 4

when the journal scene comes up, (you'll know when you see it) the first person to write/the person on the left is draco. the more cursive ish writing is beatrice

BEATRICE HAD NEVER GOTTEN into a fight before her row with Ronald Weasley. Not with anyone other than her mother, of course. She never bothered with other people, and it frustrated her that she barely knew him, but his words hurt so much. She had never even fought like that with Draco, who had been her sworn enemy for many years. She didn't sleep at all throughout the night (big surprise) and instead walked over to the Slytherin's house, to wait for Draco. She'd grabbed her school stuff and paints hours earlier, when Twinky mentioned that she'd never painted before. She'd never been allowed, so Beatrice immediately jumped up to grab all her stuff and ran back to the kitchens as fast as she could without being caught. 

Twinky was hesitant to paint at first, but eventually was too blinded by her excitement to care about the glares they were both receiving from the other house elves. Twinky drew Beatrice. Well, Beatrice couldn't tell it was her, but Twinky assured her that the misshapen, lopsided smile and messy hair was what made Beatrice beautiful. She wondered if that's how everyone saw her, or if Twinky was just really bad with paint. She hoped it was the latter. 

"She's here again?" Pansy Parkinson muttered loudly to a Slytherin girl Beatrice had seen in the halls, but never cared to learn the name of. Beatrice laughed at the Parkinson girl's obvious annoyance. That didn't go over well with the girls. 

"You have something you want to say teacher's pet?" the other girl sneered. 

"I just think it's funny that you put so much time and effort into those witty little comments for me, and I haven't thought of you in days." Beatrice glared right back, and the girls backed off, offended but not willing to try harder. They left as quickly as they could without looking like cowards. They didn't have to look the part to be it, Beatrice thought to herself. 

"Making friends, are we?" The blonde boy walked towards her with confidence. 

"I don't know, I already have so many..." she rolled her eyes. He slung his arm that wasn't holding his bag over the shoulders of his friend. He hesitated before letting her walk, though. 

"Bad sleep, that's all." she knew he'd notice the puffy eyes, surrounded by dark bags, and red cheeks eventually. When they first became friends - real friends - he'd get scared she was crazy good at legilimens at such a young age. He soon learned that growing up with strict parents, you tend to learn how to read facial expressions pretty well. He was nowhere near as good as she was, though.

"Kitchens, again?" Maybe he wasn't too bad at it, either. She nodded.

"Got into a bit of a fight with- never mind." she quickly shut herself up. She was good at reading faces, but horrible at knowing when to stop talking (to kids, she knew her place with adults). He stopped walking.

"If you're talking about that Weasley boy and Potter," he started. "I swear, I will hex them into next week."

"No, Draco, it's fine." he gave her a look. "Really! I promise okay, we just started fighting over family and bullshit- no Draco, really it's okay. He said awful things, and so did I. It's just as much my fault as it is his." They started walking again, and reached the great hall.

"Potter! Five points from Gryffindor, for not stopping your idiotic friend of yours from insulting my friends!" he barked when he sat down directly behind her at the Slytherin table. She turned, grabbing a piece of toast, and faced him, where he also sat backwards on his seat, looking at the red head and his friends.