- ᴀ ᴅʀᴀᴄᴏ ᴍᴀʟғᴏʏ ғᴀɴғɪᴄᴛɪᴏɴ
Draco lifts his head up, shooting a glance towards his left to the witch staring shamelessly at him, his pale eyes settling on her, grunting irritably,
"Do you ever mind your own business?"
Oonagh pondered silently, tuc...
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𝕿he dimly lit corridor outside the Defence Against The Dark Arts Classroom was fairly crowded with students, majority dreading their first lesson with the previous Potions Master, Professor Snape.
The greasy haired, beady black eyed professor wasn't a favourite amongst the teenagers of Hogwarts, safe from the ones belonging to his own house, of whom he favoured in lessons. It wasn't unknown how scathing, and well abusive he was towards the ones he'd chosen to terrorise from the moment they stepped foot inside of one of his classrooms. Gryffindors had it worst, there was most certainly some house rivalry or envy there.
In Oonagh's personal case, she didn't particularly like Snape but refrained from voicing her own opinions unlike some others, Harry being one of them, who made his loathing for the teacher publicly known. Then again, it was similar when it came to Snape with Harry, very mutual.
The Hufflepuff leans against the stone wall out of the way, barely stifling a yawn whilst she rubs gently over her eyes.
It had already been a tedious morning so far, the lessons consisting a lengthy description of the outrageously high expectations the Professors all have for each of their courses now the sixth years were at NEWT level. Oonagh took it all with a pinch of salt, she had never been praisingly academic, holding much distaste to books, learning and exams.
Which is why when Professor Sprout appeared beside her in the early breakfast hours in hopes to complete her timetable, she just told the plump witch to put her down for whatever she thought would be good choices for Oonagh. No pressure, no stress and no absurd expectations for herself.
"What do you think we'll be doing?"
Oonagh peered over towards a few of the Slytherins lurking nearby in their pureblood clan, two girls and three boys. The one who asked the question was Pansy Parkinson, the typical Slytherin Princess of Hogwarts, midnight coloured hair in a bob-cut style with bangs curtaining her sharp, and hardened face.
Gossip was like a wildfire at Hogwarts, and over the years, there had been plenty rumours that Pansy and Draco had been dating on and off with extremely long or quite short breaks in between. Currently, it looks like an 'off' period.
"Does it matter? We'll all achieve outstandings with Snape teaching. As far as I'm concerned, we can sit back and relax" replied Blaise Zabini, a smirk tugging at the corners of his lips, adjusting his forest green and silver tie.
"Right, yeah. Of course, sit back and relax" Pansy repeats with a nod, glancing sideways to Draco, eyelids batting towards him, though it seemed he couldn't care less, instead, inspecting the fresh, green apple in his hand.
The classroom door opened shortly after, Snape striding down the hall, black robes swishing behind him with a whip as he appears, just as impassive as ever when he examines the queue, his lip slightly curling upward.
