"i hate to do this on your birthday—happy birthday, by the way."
Louis
July 27th is Makayla's birthday. She was born in 1979. I was born a couple of months before.
Lucius Malfoy hit Makayla on her birthday. He deserves to be killed for it.
Note from Annelise: Woah, woah, woah—
I go to the Slytherin common room and notice more cat hair than usual. Or maybe more cats in general.
"Oh, hey," I turn around to see Makayla setting a box down.
"How many cats do you have?"
"Six. Father wouldn't let me get anymore after that."
"Ah, buzzkill," I say jokingly, making her laugh.
"Yeah, he loves to do that, I guess..."
"Are y—"
"Hey, guys!" Annelise exclaims, skipping in.
"How did you—"
"You say the code all the time, I've memorized it!"
Makayla chuckles, "Of course you did."
"Yeah!"
Annelise sneezes. Makayla sighs and takes her wand out, flinging it around and making the cat hair disappear.
"Thank you, Maky!" Annelise exclaims.
"Maky?" I laugh.
"Say anything and you'll be the first man to get a period," Makayla says. I know she's joking, but she's still terrifying.
Note from Makayla: I wasn't joking.
"Okay, okay," I slowly back away.
"Oh, you baby—" Annelise starts to say.
"Shut up, Annie."
"No, Lou Lou."
Makayla bursts into laughter. Annie's nickname for me is definitely funnier than her nickname for Makayla, but it's not that funny.
After 10 seconds, she's still laughing her ass off.
"Makayla—"
"Sorry, sorry—" she is still laughing, then manages to calm herself. "I'm here, I'm here—"
"You're so annoying—"
"I know, that's the whole point," she says. While I roll my eyes, she asks, "So, why are you so eager for me not to be class president?"
Shit.
Annie stands there, watching the chaos as it begins to unfold. Her and Makayla are far too similar.
"Hello?" she questions if I am even listening. "Can you even hear me, Moonpie?"
Moonpie? What is that supposed to mean?
"Why, hello, children," my father walks in.
"Hi, M—" Makayla starts.
"Don't."
"Why?" Makayla whines like a child. "It's fun to call you guys the names!"
"It's not fun for the rest of us, though, isn't it?"
"We should call you Moody."
"Haha, very funny."
"What is happening?" I ask. "And who is Moody?"
"Nobody you have to know about at the moment," Father replies.
"But I want to know."
"You don't need to know, though."
I sigh, letting the situation go before hearing a scream out in the moving stairwell a good 20 minutes later. When I turn around, Father is gone. I suppose he left a while ago.
Makayla and Annie run out without saying anything and I follow.
The moving stairwell is flooded with children in front of the fat lady's frame. We run up to see that she is missing. Dumbledore trails behind us, telling people to get out of his way and to let him through.
"Where's the fat lady?" he asks.
"Obviously not here," Makayla says sarcastically.
"Search every painting—"
"Don't worry sir," Filch says, pointing to a painting up the stairwell. "She's right there."
We all rush over to see the fat lady in a painting with a cow and a farm.
"Who did this to you?" Dumbledore asks.
"It was mortifying! It had bright yellow eyes and sharp teeth... A werewolf, that's what it was! Sirius Black has made his way to Hogwarts! HE'S IN THE CASTLE!" her voice is terrified and broken.
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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...
