Thick Smoke

Nuisance

"My father," Draco started, grabbing her attention immediately, "He knows you're at Hogwarts." He continued softly, which made her take a few steps back and look into his eyes. "He asked me if there is anyone with the name Molley." He finished, sitting down.

Eliza was not moving an inch from her place in front the door.

"And you said yes?" She asked aware that was what she wanted from the beginning.

"No. I told him I don't know." He admitted, looking down at his hands.

She narrowed her eyes at him and scoffed, "Why not? I told you, he has the answers you're looking for!"

"I doubt that. It's more entertaining when it's just you and me," He chuckled, pulling her down next to him. "What do you think of all this mess created by Potter, Molley? Are you scared?" He taunted, leaning in for intimidation purposes.

"No." She responded, no emotion whatsoever in her voice. "Are you? If I remember correctly, you will be forced to follow your father even if that means you will be killed at some point."

"And what? I can't wait to become a Death Eater." He snapped.

"You don't sound convincing. Maybe it's too much for you to bear."

Saying that, Eliza looked closer at him and noticed just how much he resembled his father. She leaned in and narrowed her eyes, startling him with her bold actions.

"Good luck then." She added quickly before sprinting out, leaving a confused Malfoy alone in the cabin.

Once at Hogwarts, she took the carriage with Lavender and the Patil twins. They spoke about this and that until they got there. Walking into the Great Hall, Eliza was curious what will happen next.

She took her usual spot between Neville and Hermione and looked at her empty plate.

"I already miss Mrs. Weasley." She mumbled, making Hermione roll her eyes.

The Sorting ceremony went well and once the feast begun, Hermione wasn't sure who was eating faster: Eliza or Ron?

Once that was done too, Dumbledore raised for his usual speech. Only, this time, surprising everyone around, a little fat woman in a pink cardigan took lead and expressed some of her opinions.

"Can you understand what she's saying? I can't concentrate with that high pitched voice." Eliza whispered to Harry, making him nod and chuckle.

No one in the Hall looked remotely interested in the speech. Everything Eliza remembered was that her name was Umbridge and she was the new Defense against the Dark Arts teacher.

The way to the Gryffindor tower was spent in between Lavender and Parvati, whispering to each other as if Eliza wasn't there.

"Did you read what the Daily Prophet said?" Lavender asked Parvati. "And the article about Sirius Black."

Eliza tensed and glowered at Lavender. It was childish for so many people to believe everything a newspaper wrote.

"I'm amazed by your deduction skills. They seem to be completely underdeveloped." Eliza snapped, drawing attention.

Lavender rolled her eyes, "You're saying that only because Potter is your friend."

"No. I'm saying that because the Sorting hat just warned us that we're in danger. Like I said, underdeveloped deduction skills." Eliza responded coldly before walking faster.

Once in the common room, Eliza got into bed and rolled on her side, staring into space. She didn't even hear Hermione entering or the noise when Lavender continued her discussion with Parvati.