The American Mudblood

First day

I sit in my Defense Against the Dark Arts class bored out of my mind, that is until the subject changes to Animagi. 

"Ms. Foster," Professor Snape says suddenly, bringing all the attention my way, "it's come to my attention that you and your brother are registered Animagi. Would you care to demonstrate?"

"Course not, Teach," I get up and walk proudly the the front of the room, turning to all of the students.

"Before I do," I start, "is anyone allergic to cats?"

A girl right in front of me raises her hand.

"You might want to get farther back then," I suggest, "wouldn't want to have to send you to the medical wing."

She gets up and promptly goes farther back into the rows of seats, quickly taking and empty one.

"Good," I grin.

I lean forward a bit and summon my animal form, a large, black panther. My fur has bits of green in it from my hair, but it's fine.

The sounds of excitement flutter around me.

Time to play?

No it's not time to play.

I internally scold the playful animal within me as I calmly walk back and forth at the front of the class.

"Very good, Ms. Foster," Snape says, in his ever monotoned voice, "you may go back to your seat."

I transform back and walk proudly back to my desk, just as I had going to the front of the room.

"I have a few questions for Foster, Professor," a brown haired girl says quickly, raising her hand.

"Very well," he waves his hand signalling for her to ask.

She turns to me.

"When did you first transform?" She asks.

"When I was nearly fourteen," I answer swiftly.

"Did you pick your animal?"

"Animagi don't get to choose their animal, it's based on distinguishable characteristic of the witch or wizard," I explain, "which you will be learning from the book pretty soon."

"The green. Was that one part of the characteristics?"

"Yes."

"Have you ever given yourself a tongue bath?" someone across the room asks and a few students laugh.

It's the boy that questioned me when I said 'nomag' yesterday.
Fucking prick.

"As a matter of fact, yes," I say over the laughter, looking him dead in the eyes, "when my brother and I were abandoned, we learned how to transfigure as a way to survive. We stayed in those forms for over a year, so we infact needed to keep up with out hygiene. Self grooming was also something I used to calm my nerves when someone like you pissed me off. Additionally, I know the exact force needed to tear through human flesh with or without breaking the bones of my victim. So I would watch that mouth of yours before you don't have the ability to speak anymore."

"That's quite enough, Ms. Foster," Snape says as I finish my threat, "I will also tell you that transfiguration on school grounds without expressed permission from myself, the headmaster or other professors is strictly forbidden. Unless your or another student's life is at risk you are not to transfigure without permission. I can assure you that I will not grant permission other than within this classroom. Is that understood?"

Typically I would have a snide come back, but I know that I can't risk getting Derek and I expelled again. Plus, Snape honestly reminds me of dad. The monotoned voice, the 'I-know-I-have-a-stick-up-my-ass' attitude and posture, it's actually refreshing.

"Yes, sir," I nod.

"Good," he nods back, "now on with the lesson."

He continues teaching, asking me for opinions on some of the things in the text regarding transfiguration and length of time it takes to master it every now and again.

"Is it true that you can transfigure selected parts of your body?" A red haired boy asks as we exit the classroom.

The brown haired girl is with him, along with a dark haired boy I haven't met yet. Though I know exactly who he is.

"Unfortunately no," I answer, continuing to walk through the hall, "if I could, I would have panther ears all the time."

"Why the ears?" He furrows his brow.

"Cuz then I could really hear when people are trying to talk shit behind my back."

I turn away from them and head for the courtyard where I prefer to do my studying.

"Here kitty kitty kitty. Here kitty kitty kitty."

I halt and turn to the large tree, seeing the boy again.

"Oh look she does respond to it," he laughs along with his friends.

"What do you want, Blondie?" I pop my hip out and raise a brow unimpressed.

"It's Malfoy," he corrects me.

"Mmhm yeah sure, mouthboy,  what the fuck do you want?"

He glares at me.

"Well I was going to ask if you wanted to join us in the library, seeing as you know so much about Animagi, and help us study," he starts, getting down from the tree and coming to stand in front of me, "but now I'm not so sure."

"Oh honey," I say in a sickly sweet tone before changing it to a harsh one, "I'd rather drink poison than hang around with your lot."

His expression turns shocked then pissed.

"You're all nothing but of narcissistic pricks that use their parents names to get you what you want," I continue, "I had to claw and fight my way to where I am which makes me stronger, colder and more ruthless than any number of you combined. So next time you try to 'invite' me for a study session or anything else, have some fucking manners and just call me Milo or Foster, don't try to degrade me."

With that I turn away and go to the opposite end of the courtyard and open up my potions text book.

"That was bloody brilliant," the red headed boy come up to me smiling widely.

"Um thanks," I look at him.

"I'm Ron."

"Milo," I nod at him, "can I help you with something?"

"No," he says quickly, "I just thought what you did there was wicked."

"Thanks," I smile at him as he sits next to me on the bench.

"I know you're in Slytherin and all," he starts, "but you're not all stuck up like those gits. In my book, you're an honorary Gryffindor, feel free to sit at our table with us at any time, I'm sure your brother would like it, too."

"Thanks, Ron," I grin at him, "I'll have to take you up on that offer."

Honorary Gryffindor.

Hm.
I like it.