stfu ; draco malfoy

5. mirana

After what felt like ages, I was finally able to leave the common room. I was so excited to get to my classes and meet my professors.

Oh. My professors. I hope Malfoy wasn't lying about the excuses thing.

I hope they're not mad.

It should be fine. Right?

Wrong.

I arrived at my Potions class, because that was my first class for the day. I queued up along the wall beside the dungeon door, like everyone else, and waited silently while the others in the line spoke to each other in small voices.

"Isn't she Sirius Black's daughter?"

"Did you hear? She got placed into Slytherin."

"I guess she gets special treatment being a murderer's kid. She's skipped all her classes this week."

"Didn't her dad kill, like, twenty people?"

"Snape will tear her apart."

Snape? Wait.

Snape. As in —

"Please enter my classroom," a low voice said from the door.

Snivellus! I knew it! I knew I'd heard the name before.

The line started to move into the room, Snape glaring at everyone as they entered; his eyes lingered on me for a moment longer than everyone else, and his expression seemed much colder as compared to the look the other students has gotten.

I take a seat on a stool at a table alone. Then, a girl comes up to it and sits down looking flustered and disheveled.

"Ah, no, no — where is it?" she mutters to herself.

"Do you need help?" I ask her.

"Oh, shit —" she whisper shouts as she jumps. Did she not notice I was sitting here?

"Uh, sorry," she says. "I've lost my damn quill and I kind of need it for notes or else I literally will not remember anything in this class —"

I notice she's starting to ramble, so I stop her. I know how it feels. "That's okay, don't worry," I say with a smile. "I have extra."

I hand her a quill from my bag and she thanks me with a small grin. I return it.

She immediately starts writing on her piece of parchment the directions on the blackboard, which are the ingredients and instructions for the potion we're brewing today. She suddenly looks up at me.

"I'm so sorry, my name is Mirana. Mirana Leroux."

"Uh, hi. I'm Amora. Amora Black."

"Oh, cool!"

'Oh, cool!'? Well, that's a first.

I smile a bit to myself at the thought that someone hasn't made a big deal about my family. It's a nice change from, well, everyone else here.

"What House are you in?" Mirana asks, looking at her paper and writing vigorously.

"Slytherin, you?"

"Ravenclaw."

"I haven't met anyone from there yet!" I exclaim happily.

"Well, now you have," she laughs.

"How is it there? In Ravenclaw?"

"It's very nice, actually. Everyone there is very quiet and kind. There's this girl, Luna, there, she's very strange, but that's what I like about her. She's wonderful to talk to. Though it's usually about Nargles."

"Nargles?"

"I dunno, honestly."

"Black! Leroux!"

We both looked up to see Snape scowling at us.

"You should not be talking during my lesson."

"Your lesson didn't start yet," I said.

"Ten p —" he cut himself off, noticing the emblem on my robes. His eyes widened a bit and then narrowed. His expression looked as though something had come back to him, like he had just remembered it.

"You will not speak to me that way," he said lowly.

I didn't say anything. I'm not sure what happened but it was a bit funny.

About thirty minutes into the class, we're halfway done with our potions and Mirana and I have been laughing the whole time.

"— and Malfoy is so annoying sometimes," I said to her as I added two fire seeds to my potion.

"Malfoy? He's a bully, you know. Mean for no reason."

"He didn't seem very mean to me."

"He tells the first years not to go to the Black Lake after six or the merpeople will eat them. And all just so he can go there unbothered."

"Why would he go there? By himself?"

"Who cares? He's probably just coming up with new insults for the Gryffindors."

I frowned a bit. Why was he so nice to me if he's such an unpleasant person?

I looked up at Mirana.

Her messy, wavy hair dangled over her notes as she sliced mint leaves in halves. It was dark chestnut brown, like Remus's used to be.

She tucked it behind her ear so it would stop getting in the way of her going back and forth reading the instructions and then following them, hoping the potion wouldn't fail.

Her pale skin was illuminated in the candlelight of the room.

Her nose was pointy and upturned.

Her lips round and eyes like almonds.

No — why am I describing her this way?

She seemed dull and went unnoticed to everyone else, but she was glowing. I noticed every move she made.