Makayla
"Makayla! Makayla!" someone behind me shouts. I can barely tell who it is until I turn around. It's... Lupin? Ann Lupin. The girl I helped tutor earlier.
"Oh, hey, Ann, what's up?"
"I was wondering if you knew how to do muggle math?"
"Muggle math? I mean, yeah but–"
"Great!" she interrupts. "I need you to help me and a friend out!"
"Okay–?"
She grabs my hand and practically drags me to Gryffindor table and sits me on the bench.
"What is she doing here?" A brunette, diverse boy with eyes of coffee beans asks, annoyed.
"Alistari, meet Makayla. Makayla, meet Alistari!" Ann says, way too enthusiastically.
"Lestrange? Jules' sister?" I ask. He nods. "What are you doing in Gryffindor?"
"Why do you care?"
"Because you are a–"
"Okay!" Ann interrupts. "How about you help us learn muggle math?"
"What do I have to teach you next? Parseltongue?"
Ann had a long pause before responding, "Can you do–"
"No!"
"But why not?"
"Because! I can't speak nor can I teach parseltongue!"
"Well why did you say–"
"It was an example!"
Ann sighs as I roll my eyes and walk out of The Great Hall, to the Slytherin common room.
Louis and his friends are hanging out, throwing darts at a dart board as I walk to my room, shutting the door as tight as I can.
I dig through my drawers until I find a small container. Inside, there is green pigment. I grab a paintbrush and a piece of parchment paper and start painting away.
I could paint for hours, days, weeks, years, however long I wanted, as long as no one disturbed me. It is always hard to paint in private without being disturbed. It's especially hard to find a good spot to hide my unfinished art projects. I'm a Slytherin. I'm not expected to be smart or creative. People expect me to be dumb like Crabbe or Goyle, but I'm not like that. Which is why I have to keep it a secret. Because like others, I hate different. Different blood, different taste, different status, it's all the same. Different skills are no different.
I paint a detailed snake with green-fading-to-black scales and the word 'Slytherin' carefully painted in black on a brown banner. Then, I hear a loud knock on my door. Who the bloody hell could that be?
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𝐂𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐋𝐄𝐒 𝐂𝐑𝐔𝐌𝐁𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆 (OC x OC)
FanfictionMakayla Malfoy, daughter of Lucius and Narcissa Malfoy, is just a girl trying to get through her eight years of education at Hogwarts, until some crummy first years make that impossible. Now she must help them through their journey, so they don't do...
