Inferno | Draco Malfoy

003 | Buckbeak Malfoy

Green is one of my best colours, it draws attention to my green eyes. That is one of the reasons I'm grateful to be in Slytherin with a green robe. Yes, I am repeating green. Green is misunderstood.

Since it is the start of autumn, the sun won't be out very frequently anymore. Waking up to the sunrise is truly celestial, the cool to warm colour palette transition is mesmerising. I have always been a morning person and waking up in the dungeons doesn't have any benefits.

Where is my vitamin D?

Being the only person who's awake in my dormitory, I walk to the common room.

"Made any friends?" Camden looks up at me from a rounded table, piles of parchment next to him. He's two years older than me, making him a fifth-year currently. O.W.L.s are the exams you sit in fifth year. Luckily for me and all the younger years, we don't have to stress much on our assessments since they are quiet useless, school only matters once fifth-year hits. "Heard that you and Draco had a little squabble."

"Do not call it trivial, he deeply offended me." I cross my arms. "Hold on, do you and that Slug get along?"

"Yeah, I get along with that Slug, met his parents and everything. Good people, Dad wanted me to get to know them, our families are close. Mum wanted to introduce you to Narcissa but you were too busy with the American calendar."

The one thing I hated was my calendar. My start-of-term was Britain's summer holiday, since my holiday started in late May. I stayed over at America for both of my summers when I was in Ilvermorny because if I went home then I would've been mostly alone as Mum and Dad would be doing business. The only holiday I went home once was for Christmas as I don't celebrate Thanksgiving. To summarise, I didn't go home throughout my whole first year and I spent my second year Christmas holiday at Grandmother Helen's place.

"Our families are close? Like how close are we talking about, is it the social elite community close or the good friends close."

"Maybe it's time you get into business or maybe read the Daily Prophet instead of that stupid gossip magazine. The Harlows and Malfoys are good friends. Mum adores Narcissa, Mrs Malfoy. You've met them ages ago, we went to their house in Wiltshire. Not Draco though, yesterday was your first time meeting him. I don't want to know what even happened between the two of you but Adria, you can learn a lot from him."

What is worse, being oblivious for my whole existence that the Slug's family and mine are close or being told by my brother that I can learn a lot from someone so off-putting.

"Piss off, the Daily Prophet bores my eyes. As if I can learn anything off that git."

"Who's troubling you?" Adrian Pucey walks in with his pyjamas. I've seen him pretty often this summer as he's Camden's best mate, "You know Adria, I've missed that pretty face of yours."

Camden cringes and gives a sidelong glance.

"Don't try it." I curl my lip.

"How so?" Adrian wraps an arm around my shoulder. "You got a boyfriend now?" Funny lad, I twist his arm and shove him off me. The audacity for him to put his filthy hands on my new robes. He shakes his arm, "Flint would love you."

Marcus Flint, a seventh-year I think, Slytherin Quidditch Chaser and Captain. Known for using the most aggressive, sneaky but tidy tricks in matches (Cam's words).

I take a look through my brother's parchments, most of it is notes which I can't understand because his handwriting is literal chicken scratch.

Locks of wavy blonde hair descend from the stairs, she gives a slight bow to Camden whilst saying good morning to all of us. Basic etiquette, maybe Wig Boy could learn from her.