Fly, little ballerina

3. Books, books and more books

"So...is there a ballet studio here?"

Malfoy, Snape and Slytherin simply gaped at her, completely astonished at what just happened. Mila could do nothing but squirm as she took note of the fury in their eyes.

"A Potter in the great house of Slytherin, what a disgrace!" Snape exclaimed. He seemed the most irritated, which was odd considering Professor Slytherin was the heir to this great house.

How peculiar.

However Malfoy must have noticed her discomfort, seeing as he chose to intervene "why don't we show miss potter here to her dorm. Hm?"

Barely glancing at her, Snape took the lead and briskly walked up and towards the stair case at the back of the common room, "because the Slytherin cohort in your year group is so small, dorms only have 2 people each. You will be sharing with Miss Astoria Greengrass. The dorms are separated into two section, boys here" he said while briefly pointing to the left, before gesturing to the right "and these are the girls' dorms."

Lord Malfoy then interrupted "Our quarters are downstairs should there be an emergency."

Snape looked mildly irritated at being interrupted before emphasising "Only for emergencies."

Soon enough they arrived at her dorm at the end of her year's corridor. She quietly stepped inside, quickly scanning the room for the safest place to be, before concluding that the bed at the end of the room, in the corner, was perfect for her.

She fished her miniature trunk and duffle bag out of her sweatpants' pockets before wandlessly transfiguring them back to their original sizes. Watching from the doorway, the professors looked dumbfounded as they processed the fact that she had just wordlessly and wandlessly transfigured an object.

Quickly she turned and asked, "So what now?"

Slytherin simply turns around, most likely to go back to the common room, with the other two men following behind. Mila assumed that she was meant to follow them, not really sure what to do otherwise. Once they reach the common room, Professor Slytherin asks "What were you asking about ballet?"

"Oh... I was just wondering whether you have a ballet studio here. Perhaps where I could practice?" Mila is hesitant in asking, fidgeting with her fingers, hoping she that doesn't reveal too much. She doesn't understand why she is so nervous; she had completed thousands of these mission before, so why was this any different?

Before Professor Slytherin can reply, the governor barks out a laugh. "How very muggle of you. If you wanted a ballet studio, you should have enrolled in Beauxbatons Academy or better yet, stayed in the muggle world."

Mila simply cocked an eyebrow at his mocking tone, "I've been performing at the Bolshoi theatre professionally for years now. Why shouldn't I like ballet?" She hoped her voice was steady and confident.

Malfoy clenched his jaw before glaring at her. All three men stared at her confidence, obviously irritated at her 'back talk'. She hated it.

Why do they keep silently staring at me? Surely this isn't normal.

Slytherin made a move to go towards the piles of papers on the large table she had found them huddled around earlier, so she made a move to ask, "Is there at least a library here?"

As Slytherin collected what she assumed were his things, he said "I am heading there now. Follow me." Mila swiftly followed him out, eager to get away from the more aggressive professor, who was intently glaring at her.

They walked in silence for a few moments before he started, "There are a few things you should know if you are going to survive in Slytherin. Firstly, there will be no infighting. Especially outside our common room doors. If you are anything like your brother, stay out of trouble."