The Art Of Seduction (Draco Malfoy)

First Impressions

Scarlett hopped out of the carriage and made her way up the castle grounds and towards the great hall. Many eyes watched the new fresh faced girl with curiousity. They were all intrigued by her abrupted presence. It was unusual to have a student begin school in their fifth year. Scarlett smirked at her audience and swayed her delectably sexy hips as if to provoked the male population. Her reaction was a favorable one, when she began to notice a line forming behind her. 

However, she ignored the greetings and made her way into the great hall. It was the only place she knew how to get to without asking for assitance. Scarlett scrunched her face up distastefully. She pretty much disliked the idea of needing someone. Scarlett was as independent as they come and very fiesty. 

"Ms. Rosier?" 

Scarlett's attention was obtained by an elderly woman who looked like she played no games. None. Scarlett put on her most charming persona and smiled. "Professor McGonagall, I presume?"

The professor nodded curtly before gesturing towards a group of first years. "Good evening Ms. Rosier, today we will begin with the sorting and as I said before you must wait until I call your name and then you shall-"

"Sit on the stool." Scarlett cut off. "I was paying attention Professor and it offense me quite a bit that you unjustly believed that I wasn't. My last name may be one that breeds unruly and disobedient children but that does not mean that I shall fair the same way. DO NOT confuse wanting respect with being rude, Professor."

Professor McGonagall just stood there with her mouth agaped. "Ms. Rosier, I-"

"Now I must be going." She walked ahead of the teacher. "I have a sorting ceremony to attend to, remember? And could you be a darling and call me up first. It would be quite helpful." 

Scarlett requested with a smirk and then walked gracefully over by the stool. She stood in front of first years and turned her attention to the four house tables. Hufflepuff looked awfully boring while Ravenclaw had a few books out on the table, how sad. Scarlett rolled her eyes at them, her mother always told her it was unlady like but guess what? Her mother wasn't here.

Going back to the tables, Scarlett's lips raised upwards a bit when she spotted Neville Longbottom on the Gryffindor table. Unbeknownst to everyone else, she's been very good friend with Neville ever since she met him at the hospital. She had gotten into another fight with her father, which left her in St. Mungo's hospital for a week. It was there that she made first real friend. 

Turning slightly, she casted her beautiful eyes over the Slytherin table. It wasn't anything special and she was about to turn away when a pair of piercing grey eyes met her blue ones. Scarlett pushed a curl away from her face and smirked playfully at him before sending him a wink. She loved playing games. Malfoy, as he previously referred to himself as, turned slightly pink and turned away leaving Scarlett very pleased with his reaction.

"Scarlett Rosier!"

McGonagall called her name first, bringing a huge smirk to her face. Scarlett gracefully made her way onto the stool and sat down. 

"Another Rosier, mmmhhh this shouldn't be too difficult." 

Scarlett rolled her eyes. "What's that suppose to mean?" 

"Oooh I sense some tension, you don't like your family do you?" Scarlett remained quiet. "You don't, your silence says it all. Mmmh unfortunately for you, you must follow in there footsteps....for now." Scarlett went to speak when it yelled. "SLYTHERIN!!!"

Scarlett took the insufforable hat off and threw it roughly onto the stool before stalking over to her new house. The Slytherin's cheered loudly as Draco wore a bemused expression. He'd think that a girl as sly and sassy as Scarlett would love to be in Slytherin. But jugding by her behavior she was thoroughly pissed off.