"i pray to the Lord that, baby, i'm yours."
|| isabel larosa
Louis
Makayla and Harry are innocent, so they're no longer expelled, thankfully. I'm unsure what I would've done if Makayla never returned to Hogwarts, but I doubt it would be healthy.
Right now, Makayla and I are walking to our seats at the Slytherin table together. We're sitting next to each other today (with Grayson, but he is irrelevant).
On our way to Hogwarts, Makayla swore that she saw some kinds of horses pulling the carriages. It kind of freaked me out. The carriages always pull themselves and she suddenly sees something pulling it? She's either hallucinating or telling the truth. I pray to the good Lord that it's the second one. I don't need to be in love with a crazy person.
I sit in my normal seat, Makayla sitting next to me and Grayson on the other side of her. As Annie and Jordyn sit on the other side of the table, I notice a girl who looks similar to Makayla but less pretty or gorgeous walking over.
"Makayla!" she exclaims.
When Makayla looks up from her food, she nearly chokes when she sees the girl. She composes herself before saying, "Key?"
How on earth does she know this girl?
"Hi!" she says, waving and smiling until she realizes how confused Makayla is. "You seem confused... Did you not know I was transferring here?"
Makayla's eyes widen, "Permanently?"
Key or whatever her name is nods before asking, "Did uncle Lucius not tell you?"
Uncle—?
"Key, I ran away two years ago..."
Now, Key's eyes have widened, too. Clearly, she didn't know this. "Wait—what? Why?"
"Reasons that I'd rather not discuss at a public dinner," she says, glancing around the room.
"Oh..." Key says awkwardly. "Well, can I sit with you guys?"
Makayla smiles despite the topic of her home situation being brought up, "Of course you can."
Key smiles, sitting next to Jordyn.
"Everyone, this is my cousin, Keyanna Malfoy," Makayla announces. "She transferred from Koldovstoretz."
"Where is that?" Annie asks. She's never been the brightest in maps.
"Russia," I answer, turning to Keyanna, "and that's pretty cool that you came from there."
I guess.
"Thanks," she says. "What're all of your names?"
"Well, I'm Louis."
"I'm Annelise."
"I'm Grayson."
"And you know who I am," Jordyn says, smiling.
"What house did you get into?" Makayla asks.
"Oh, the hat told me I'm a Hufflepuff."
"That's awesome!"
"Ye—"
Just as Keyanna starts talking, Dumbledore yells out to the Great Hall, "Attention! Today, I am so pleased to announce this year's new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher: Dalores Umbridge."
Everyone claps as Makayla scoffs, whispering to me, "That was the pink lady I told you about."
"Really?" I ask in a teasing manner. "She looks like she'd be your best friend."
"Oh, shut up," she says in a barely rude tone before turning back to the stage where Umbridge clears her throat in the most annoyingly polite way, stopping Dumbledore mid-sentence.
She stands, walks to where Dumbledore once stood, and looks at all the students in the Great Hall. "Thank you, headmaster, for those kind words of welcome, and how lovely to see all of your bright, happy faces smiling up at me. I'm sure we're all going to be very good friends."—Makayla stifles a snort—"The Ministry of Magic has always considered the education of young witches and wizards to be of vital importance. Although each headmaster has brought something new to this historic school, progress for the sake of progress must be discouraged. Let us preserve what must be preserved, perfect what can be perfected, and prune practices that ought to be prohibited."
As Dumbledore thanks the pink lady for her boorish speech, Annie and I ask the same question practically at the same time, "What did those words mean?"
Makayla rolls her eyes, a smile lingering on her lips before it's wiped away by a crestfallen sigh. She then says, "Basically, the Ministry is interfering at Hogwarts."
"And what does that mean?" I ask.
"It means that, this year, Hogwarts is going to be very different," she explains.
With her lack of explanation, I get the hint that she genuinely doesn't know. Something's telling me that there are a lot of things we don't know about this year, none of those things being something we're looking forward to.
Grayson and Makayla's fingers link together. I'm not looking forward to any of this year.
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FanficMakayla 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...
