Witch Me?(Witch or Shadowhunter?Book 2)

Classes...and Draco Malfoy

"Naila, you're needed." I blink open my eyes to see a hazy orange mist surrounding me. Angel Raziel looks down at me and a feather from his left wing touches the mist next to me. The golden-haired gold-eyed boy he'd shown me every time appeared, throwing knives at a target. A dark haired kid, Alec if I remember correctly, looks on from the corner. I think I hear Alec say, "Jace," in exasperation. The golden-haired one, Jace, turns, a sadness I'd only ever felt flashing across his face for a single moment. "What now, Alec?" he asks, scowling. Raziel moves his wing and looks at me as the image dissolves. "That's Jace Wayland, the one my parents said are living with the Lightwoods, isn't?" I ask, brow furrowed in confusion. The angel nods slowly, shining bright. "You know what's going on with him, right now you're his only family that can help him through it." I go to ask a question when out of nowhere I hear, "Naila, is this your cat?"

I jerk awake and lay my arm across my face groggily. "Really Hermione, of course its my cat. Did you have to wake me?" I mumble, shoving down my roasting hot blanket. "Why's he on me? I thought he hated me," she complains. Rolling my eyes to myself, I suppress a yawn. "He's learned to stay off my bed, and those two pansycakes were up half the night. Where was he supposed to sleep?" I say, motioning towards the other beds in the dorm. "Come here, Nightmare," I add as an after thought. "Oh, well anyway, we need to get ready and head down for breakfast," Ms. Know-it-all informs me. Sighing, I sit up and rub Nightmare's back with my toe. After a quick glance at my stiff arm, I grab my stele from beside my pillow and apply a small iratze to heal it the rest of the way. Ms. Know-it-all's probably gonna ask a question so I stand up and grab a pair of dark green leggings, a blue tank top, and my thinner leather jacket to change into. Turning my back to the rest of the dorm, I slip off my blood stained shirt from the night before and pull on the fresh clothes. Narrowing my eyes at the torn sleeve of my robe, I grab one of my other pairs and toss it into my trunk. I slip on my boots and put on my weapons belt, oblivious to Ms. Know-it-all watching. Sticking my stele in my belt, my wand in my pocket, and grabbing my books in my arms, I leave the dormitory and make my way back the way I'd come the night before from the Great Hall.

According to the ceiling of the Great Hall as I eat my breakfast, its a bright and sunny morning. People trickle in and out of the Hall, most older students studying me for a moment. I shrug off their stares, not caring what they think of me. The Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher comes in shortly after me, beaming more than Nick even. A quick once-over tells me all I need to know: Gildory Lockhart is not a shadowhunter, nor a downworlder, meaning there's no way he's done all the things his books say he's done. No mundane, with or without magic, could do all that. I glance up at the teachers' table and try to remember all I overheard others at the Griffendor table saying about the teachers the night before. Professor Snape had turned up to the end of year feast in hot pink robes, gave detention to anyone who mentioned it, and was apparently the Potions Master. Next to him sits Mr. Big beard, whom I learned is just the gamekeeper and not a teacher. I hear someone approach and turn around to see Ms. Know-it-all, Mr. Thunderhead, and Ronald. The two boys sit across from me while Ms. Know-it-all takes the empty seat on my right. While they start talking and Ronald starts stuffing his face, I finger the hilt of a dagger and stare at my plate, lost in thought.

  "So Hermione, do we get to know the new girl's name?" Mr. Thunderhead asks, snapping me out of my thoughts. "Oh, yes. Harry, Ron, this is Naila. Naila, Harry and Ron," Ms. Know-it-all says quickly before returning to her book. Mrs. Stern face pauses behind me and hands out our course schedules. After a quick glance at both mine and Ms. Know-it-all's, I discover I'm stuck with her all day, every day. A bell rings and the four of us, the boys sadly having matching schedules, grab our stuff and head for our first class. As we make our way to the greenhouses, I see Mr. Bright teeth and Mrs. Plant lady, our Herbology teacher, striding toward us. "Oh, hello there!" Mr. Bright teeth calls, beaming at us widely. "Just been showing Professor Sprout the right way to doctor a Whomping Willow! But I don't want you running away with the idea that I'm better at Herbology than she is! I just happen to have met several of these exotic plants on my travels . . ." Luckily, Mrs. Plant lady interrupts him. "Greenhouse three today, chaps!" I block out the murmers as everyone makes their way to the correct greenhouse.

  The classes pass quickly as I fight the urge to raise my hand for every question like Ms. Know-it-all. The mandrakes were somewhat annoying, but at least I didn't get stuck with pink fluffy muffs. In Transfiguration I had nearly as many buttons at the end of class as Ms. Know-it-all. She only beat me on that one because I kept zoning out. I eat lunch silently and listen to my three, unwanted, mundane companions bicker. Mr. Thunderhead has an incident with the camera kid and some blonde bully. I just stand to the side, with them but not with them. I smirk at the blonde kid as we pass him on our way to Defense Against the Dark Arts. He doesn't notice, but I'll make him eventually. Mr. Bright teeth gives us 54 question quiz on him, which I know all the answers to. We have 30 minutes, but I finish in 15, mainly because I had trouble keeping the ink off my hand. After he takes them up, he gives Ms. Know-it-all ten points for getting all the answers correct and never even sees that I even added extra. However, I snap to attention when he releases a cage of Cornish pixies. STUPID MUNDANE! WHY WOULD YOU BRING DOWNWORLDERS TO THE SCHOOL!? I fight the urge to scream at the idiot, and the desire to pull out a dagger or seraph blade. I scream random sounds in frustration, sending curse after hex after jinx from the books I'd read. The bell signals the end of class and I head for the door, until Mr. Bright teeth appoints us to round them up.

  I follow Ms. Know-it-all, Mr. Thunderhead, and Mr. Eats-a-lot out of the classroom after we collect the pixies. I might have let slip some stuff about the Clave, but thankfully the mundanes didn't notice. I bump into Mr. Eats-a-lot and yelp in surprise. That's when I hear a laugh and sidestep the redheaded buffoon. And see the blonde bully from earlier. Up close I see his eyes are a wispy grey and my eyes scan the rest of him, deciding I could take him and his two goons with my left hand tied behind my back. "Would you look at that, the new mudblood found herself a mudblood friend. Oh, and a blood traitor, too," he sneers, making me want to slap him. I don't know what a mudblood is, and frankly don't care, but the way he says it makes it clear he's insulting me. If only he weren't a mundane. "Back off Malfoy, at least she has friends," Mr. Thunderhead replies angrily. Before either of them can do anything rash, Ms. Know-it-all and Mr. Eats-a-lot grab hold of Mr. Thunderhead, dragging him away. I lag behind, stepping close to Malfoy. "You may be cute, but I don't stand bullies, and I suggest you think twice before you try bullying me again. I'm trained with many weapons, and I could take you and your bodyguards single handed," I whisper, trailing my hand along his chest softly. Before he can reply, I follow after my mundane companions.

  After dinner, I disappear into my dorm and pull out some parchment and a pen. I write a quick message for Grace, smiling softly. The message reads 'Hey Grace, I already miss you. Turns out there aren't even any downworlders going to this school. I've somehow gotten myself a guard duty. My silly mundane tutor has the Sight and has had demons after her since she was nine. Don't tell the Clave, though, I'm trying to figure it out and don't want to scare her. Ask my parents if it'll be ok for her to come home over the summer if I can't figure things out. I have an important question for you when I come back for Christmas. Can't wait to see you. -Naila'. I fold it up and set it on my bedside table, intending to send it to her as a fire message when I got time. I quickly change into my pj's and flop down on my bed, calling Nightmere up. He joins me, hesitantly at first, and curls up against my side, purring, as I slip into a deep but defiantly not dreamless sleep.