Chapter 8

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Today was my first day in actual classes.

Angel and I walked into the Great Hall, sitting at the Gryffindor table.

Just then, and owl came swooping down and dropped a letter on my plate. A very familiar owl. I gulped.

The letter was red. And small. And square. Then I realised; I had a howler!

"I'M DISGUSTED WITH YOU MILLICENT MALFOY!!! HOW DARE YOU GET SORTED INTI GRYFFINDOR!!! IM DISGUSTED WITH YOU!!!

YOU ARE DISOWNED, SO DON'T COME BACK HOME THIS HOLIDAYS!!!!

I NEVER WANT TO SEE YOUR FACE AGAIN!!"

I was trembling by then, tears streaming down my cheeks. Angel took my hand and rubbed my back. "It's okay..." she whispered.
That we both know was a lie, but it was slightly comforting all the same.

Third Person

Severus Snape watched Millie when she got the letter. He had expected nothing less from Lucius, him being the *?!<~¥*+^%#=:;/(!?)& he was.

He made his mind up to be nice to Millie today. Ok, not exactly nice, just not horrible. He was her and Draco's godfather after all.

Back to Millie's POV

First lesson that day was potions. I walked arm in arm with Angel, trying to get this mornings episode out of my head. I knew I was going to get punished if I ever saw my father again.

I took a seat at the front of the classroom beside Angel. We had this lesson with Slytherin, and I already knew it wasn't going to be pleasant. Some Slytherins are great, don't get me wrong, just others are awful. AWFUL.

Anyway, Snape walked in a few seconds later and the rest of the students shortly after. well, apart from the twins.

The arrived a few minutes later. "Late to class? Five points from Gryffindor."

They didn't look partically bothered about this.

After an okay lesson (Snape wasn't too horrible to me) where we lost more than 30 points (Fred and George) we had Transfiguration. With our head of house, Professor Mcgonagall.
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