Katelyn
The Slytherins have done a lot of storming out of the room today. Who am I kidding? They always do that.
Annelise has her head down on the table and I continuously tap her for two different reasons. One: I'm bored, and Two: I want her to wake up because I'm bored.
She groans, "Katelyn Elizabeth Scamander, leave me be."
I think about it for a moment, "Hmm... Nope!"
I tap her more frequently until it gets unbearable enough for her to finally awaken and arise from the table.
"Yay!" I shout.
"You're gonna be the death of me."
"I think we both know that is Slytherin house's job."
We both laugh. Usually, the rest of our table is quiet, but when we are here, we bring it to life. Everyone still stays quiet, we are just really loud.
If you didn't hear Ann correctly, my name is Katelyn Elizabeth Scamander, Newt Scamander's daughter. He is the author of Fantastic Beasts and Where To Find Them.
People like to call me Katelyn, Kate, Ellie, Liz, Blondie, and more, which are all logical nicknames to call a girl with blonde hair and the name Katelyn Elizabeth Scamander.
Much like Ann, I am a Hufflepuff. Ann and I like to hang out with these four Gryffindors, though: Harry, Ron, Hermione, and Alistari. Despite Alistari's last name, he seems to act nothing like his Slytherin sister, which is what Ann and I appreciate the most from him.
Harry isn't just a random half-blood we picked up on the street. He is Harry Potter! Loads of people at school fancy the idea of being friends with him because he's famous, but not us. We appreciate Harry's gifts and talents aside from his beckoning amount of fame.
Recently, Harry, Ron, and Hermione found a three-headed dog in the Restricted area that you can get to through the stairwell, which is likely to be the most unsecure restricted area we have ever seen. They found out what the dog was guarding over Christmas break, and now they are forming a plan on getting to it before Voldemore gets to it.
I never really wanted to believe Voldemort had any possibility of returning, but now it's becoming reality. Somehow, I will figure out how to face that.
The plan that Harry, Ron, and Hermione came up with was that they go and get it alone, which is highly outrageous and suicidal! You can hear arguing amogst the group at Gryffindor table on what they shout do. They're not exactly shouting at one another, just whisper yelling.
I get up and walk over to them, "Do you guys need help making a fairly easy decision?" All three of them nod. "How about we all go? We're all first years, so we'd obviously have to take someone with us, so what about Malfoy?"
"What about Malfoy?" Ron asks.
"What if she comes with us? I doubt she enjoys the idea of Vol– . . . him coming back any more than we do."
"She's a Malfoy! Not to mention, she's one of the meanest Slytherins at school!"
"And smartest," I point out. Makayla Malfoy is really smart. Anyone who denies it is a liar. No matter how rude she is.
Ron doesn't reply, but Harry does, "How could we know she'd even say yes?"
"Leave it to me."
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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...
