When nothing else matters *･゜ﾟ･*

Chapter 1

Draco was extraordinarily focused on not zoning out too hard on this monotonous and repetitive day in Hogwarts.
Astronomy class was one of his least favorite subjects like ever, he was not interested in celestial objects and phenomena and also Professor Sinistra was really peeving him with her sluggish way of explaining things to the class.

Last time something thrilling or interesting happened at school, Crabbe was convinced he had been possessed by an evil spirit because he woke up with several new injuries and bruises every morning for a whole week.

Turns out he was just a very devoted sleepwalker.
Too bad. Draco would have loved some vision to carry out their mischievous deeds in Hogwarts.

Anyways, that happened last March.
It's December now and whilst Draco's gaze slowly started to fade and his focus turned to the tiny snow flakes passing by the window, he thought about the minutes and hours he had wasted in this foolish classroom for absolutely nothing.

Just right when he was about to snap, the wooden oak door to the astronomy classroom began to make it's familiar creaky noise which made multiple heads in class turn, including his own.

Professor McGonagall entered the dim and shady classroom, straight forward and not paying too much attention to the girl following her, trying hard to keep up with her pace.

Her hair was wiry and cascaded in wild waves around her head, daring to be different.
It bore the marks of deliberate rebellion, a shaggy wolf cut that exuded untamed confidence.
Strands of hair playfully escaped from their supposed confinement, adding charm to her appearance.

Her skin was covered in freckles like stardust, yet so nondescript Draco scarcely noticed them in the background of her captivating allure.

Sharp eyeliner around her narrow shaped eyes and a fine amount of pitch black kajal seemed to complement the hypnotic effect of her sloe iris, drawing him into its spell.
Her gaze was filled with boredom and ... laced with a tinge of arrogance.
There was something very slightly odd about her, but it was difficult to say what it was.
It was as though she held a secret knowledge, one that granted her an elevated understanding of the world around her, and she wore this awareness with a measured pride.

"Listen!", McGonagall began to speak.
"This is our new student, her name is Robin and she will be assigned to Slytherin. Due to personal issues she was only able to join us now, but I expect you all to welcome her in Hogwarts and treat her with respect just like every other student."

Draco was roughly listening, he was rather focused on the hem line of that new girl's skirt which was almost about to reveal a tattoo on her right thigh.
He would love to see it. He would love to know more about this new student.