Carina was known in the Gryffindor Common Room as the girl with the dirty mouth.
Hermione was known in the Slytherin Common Room as the girl with the dirty blood.
Carina was running from something, whereas Hermione was running to something.
They met...
Carina smiled widely, hair a mess over her face. Her cheeks hurt like hell, and she knew she wasn't maintaining appearances, but Carina didn't give a fuck.
She'd gotten all O's on her OWLs.
Carina was on top of the world; she could have any career she wanted with a snap of her fingers.
Carina was brought down only when a letter arrived for her. Hermione Granger had also gotten all O's, and unlike Carina, Hermione didn't have a free period.
Hermione had gotten one more O than Carina.
And in the Malfoy household, that was completely unacceptable.
Carina reread the letter, searching for a mention of her brother, scrunching her nose when there was none. No admonishing about how he hadn't even gotten all O's.
"Misogynistic pigs," Carina muttered, crumpling up the letter.
Carina hated letters from home.
Now
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
A letter dropped on Carina's plate, surprising the blonde. The familiar crest sent Carina's stomach plunging down to her feet.
Tentatively, Carina opened the letter, relieved to find it in her mom's neat handwriting.
Carina,
I hope you are well. You should be pleased to find that I have succeeded in opening a separate bank account in your name, though the key to the vault says Orion, so if it fell into the wrong hands it would not arouse suspicion. It should be enclosed. The sum of the money is not nearly as much and you would have if you had stayed in the family, but it is all I could take under Lucius' nose, and it should serve you well.
Do not write me back, Carina. For your safety and mine.
Narcissa Malfoy.
Carina smiled slightly in looking down at the letter. She didn't deserve her mother, so full of love. She wasn't supposed to write back, but under a pseudonym, Carina couldn't see the harm.
Leaving the Great Hall, Carina entred the owlry.
Dear Mrs. Narcissa Malfoy,
I hope you are doing as well as I. However, I am terribly sorry your garden is not in the condition you wish it to be.
But don't fret; the money you granted me access to should be satisfactory. I know you said it was not necessary for me to write and confirm my ownership of the vault, but I insist. You are too kind, Mrs. Malfoy, and I do not know how I can possibly repay you.
![Dirty Mouth, Dirty Blood [h.g]](https://img.wattpad.com/cover/118339605-64-k760529.jpg)