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Alexis’s POV-
My eyes narrowed as I watched Malfoy slump down onto the Slytherin bench, shifting uncomfortably close to Skyler. He, sensing my gaze, glanced up in my direction and smirked at my discomfort. My jaw clenched and I threw him a furious glare before turning to face Dumbledore who was standing patiently waiting for the noise to cease. He cleared his throat slightly and silence invaded. Surveying the great hall, he smiled.
“Let the sorting begin.”
Professor McGonagall stepped forward, her stern expression fixated on to her face. She unravelled a long scroll, which trailed almost to the ground. The line of first year students shuffled about nervously, whilst whispering frantically to one another.
“Lockwood, Henry.” A wide eye boy with striking blond hair and an oversized nose stepped forward and sat on the old wooden stool; it let out a pitiful moan. The hat had barely scraped his mass of untidy curls when it screamed “Hufflepuff!” The hall erupted into applause.
The sorting continued and my hands met in force whenever someone was sorted into one of the houses; Slytherin being the exception. I gave them the gratitude of staying silent. Once the last student had been sorted (Olivia Hails: Gryffindor) Dumbledore declared the beginning of the feast.
All variety of foods suddenly appeared; accompanied by royal, silver plates and goblets. I reached my hand forward to grasp the handle of the flask of pumpkin juice when a pale, ice cold hand knocked mine ferociously out of the way. I looked up, startled to see the familiar sneering face of Draco Malfoy.
“What do you think you’re doing?!” I demanded angrily.
“I am taking your flask of pumpkin juice as ours is empty.” He declared, his face sliding into an innocent expression. I knew better.
“You honestly expect me to believe that? They only appeared a few moments previous. What happened, did Crabbe drown himself in it?” I spat my eyes bearing furiously into his.
“Watch your attitude Gilbert, im a prefect remember. If you must know Pansy accidently knocked over the flask onto Skyler.”
I glanced over to the Slytherin table to see Skyler attempting to dry her robes with a napkin whilst pansy watched, sniggering.
“Yes and I am also. So tell your pathetic little friend Parkinson that if she doesn’t watch it I’ll have her in detention for a month.” I said whilst flashing him my prefect’s badge, which was glinting brightly in light of the hovering candles above.
“I’ll warn you once more Gilbert, watch your attitude. I can have you removed from this school. I am only allowing your presence to linger because your friends with Skyler.”
I laughed mockingly. “Is that so? Because the last time I checked Malfoy, your father was in prison; Azkaban to be exact.”
His eyes flashed furiously as he ripped the flask from the table and, to my delight, stalked back to the Slytherin table.
The rest of the assembly seemed to pass in a blur as my mind kept returning to the enraged eyes of Draco Malfoy and when Dumbledore finally dismissed the school and I had fought my way through the sea of students to reach my dormitory, I was relived to slip into the soft, silky covers of my four poster bed.
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