Evangeline Lestrange||Slytherin Princess

6

Isabella was the happiest she had been in many years. She always saw James as an annoyance, but finally he'd prove himself to be a loyal friend.

"YOU KISSED?" Roxy screamed. Isabella shot up from her work. 

"How the hell?" She snapped.

There was a large snap. "Girls. Quiet. This is a Library!" Mrs Moss growled, stalking off. Roxy raised her brows.

Isabella shook her head. "Bella. He's my cousin!" Roxy hissed. "You can't just do that? How would you like it if I kissed Scorpius?"

"Really, Roxy you're gonna be like this? James isn't your property. I'd be happy for you and Scorpius, but there is a bit of an age gap."Isabella hissed back. "Besides, you're stealing my best friend for yourself, but am I complaining? No."

Roxy looked enraged. "He is my family, Longbottom."

"So? What has that got anything to do with me and James? Why are you even upset?" Isabella cried.

"You don't get it!" Roxy shrieked. "If you have anything to do with him. I don't want anything to do with you."

Isabella sat down, defeated and cried. "Ok." Roxy walked off, looking just as much as sad. Zara Goyle walked out from the bookcase she was hiding behind and put her hand on Isabella's shaking back. "Enjoy the show?" Isabella sniffed.

"That Weasley is a nasty piece of work." Zara said through gritted  teeth. "If that family wasn't part of the sacred 28, I would've killed her." Isabella laughed. "What?" Zara questioned.

"Goyle isn't part of the 28?" Isabella smirked.

"Mother's name is: Greengrass." Zara sighed.

"I have Black, Lestrange and Longbottom blood running through my blood but that doesn't make me better than a muggle born or someone not on the 28." Isabella said sternly. "Don't be like that. It'll turn you sour."

The bell went out for dinner, Isabella was dreading to see James, she literally just kissed him. He already spreaded the rumour. "You wanna sit with me?" Zara smiled.

"It's ok, everyone hates me in Ravenclaw, I'll sit with Marcus." Isabella smiled back. 

"Alright, always here if you need." Zara hugged Isabella and walked off.

Isabella walked into the hall, she saw James, he was sitting on the table loads of boys crowded round him, clapping his back. Wolf whistles cam her way as she sat down at the Slytherin table. "Hey, do you know where Marcus is?"

A boy nodded and pointed to the Gryffindor table where he sat next to Roxy. Isabella's heart sunk, she felt as though she had no one anymore. In a way she wished she had Adam, she'd rather someone to love her rather than none. She had never felt so alone. She went from having almost everything to nothing, having enough Isabella walked out of the hall, tears in her eyes and started walking towards the transfiguration classroom. Isabella sat at her first year desk, she remembered this time, it was easy and careless, a time of laughter and fun.

"Hope I'm not interrupting." Marcus smiled as he sat next to her. "Lay on me."

Isabella shook her head. "Roxy."

"Ignore her, she told me what had happened, I'm not gonna see her for a while, until she learns her lesson. How about we return to old times and ignore the cocky Gryffindors?" Marcus asked hopefully.

"I'm up to that." Isabella giggled and leaned into him. "What actually has happened between you and Roxy?"

"She's just well I guess, I'm just attracted to her. I find her so funny and kind, well I did. She's so beautiful though, there's no point denying that." Marcus sighed. 

Isabella smiled. "You'll look good together. You compliment each other so much. I approve 100%"

"But?" Marcus questioned.

"You can't just abandon me, I have no one but you and Zara right now." Isabella frowned. "I want Adam back." 

Marcus shook his head. "There is no way I am letting that git back into your life, B. He has done enough damage. He has emotionally effected you, you need to get rid of that part of you that thinks you need him, you're much stronger than you know."

A small paper plane came whooshing into Isabella's face. "UGH!" She shouted, unravelling the paper. "Prefect duties, got to escort the first years and check everyone loitering." She stood up and pulled Marcus with her. "Bye Marc, I love you." She said as she hugged him.

"I love you too Bella." And with that he walked off towards the Ravenclaw Tower.

Isabella made her way towards the great hall and stood infront of the first years who still didn't know the castle very well, "Hey, Ravenclaws, I'm taking you up later wait a minute." She smiled at the first years who nodded back.

"It's alright Bells, I've got them." James potter winked, as he stepped through the mass of students. "I'm prefecting all week."

Isabella nodded and walked briefly. "Slytherins, come." They followed her and within minutes they were all in the common room. She walked back slowly admiring the walls she walked past every day.

"Prefecting duties, Longbottom?" Snape sneered.

"Yes, Snape, and how does that concern you." Isabella sighed facing his portrait. The greasy man shook his head and dissapeared. "Git." Isabella muttered.

"I heard that!" Came Snapes voice from the portrait making Isabella run away.

She walked quickly towards the hall where she saw The Hufflepuff prefects and the Slytherin prefects and the head of Hufflepuff, Miss Tate, the care for magical creatures teacher. She slipped in trying not to be noticed for being late. "She'll kill you." Whispered a friendly Hufflepuff in the year above.

"Nah, she wont Ava." Isabella smiled. "She won't even no-"

"Isabella!" Shouted Miss Tate. "WHY? why are you always late!"

The blushing girl stood swaying."Sorry professor, I got held up, almost lost a first year." She lied.

"Not an excuse! We've been waiting for 10 minutes! Oh well, come on, let's not waste time." She bustled. "Since you were late you can have the lovely job of patrolling until 9, with Potter, as he is also in detention."

"Miss!" Isabella howled in frustration. James on the contrary seemed quite happy

"Hush, go! Get started, note down anyone out of dorms!" She smiled hurriedly, handing parchment and a quill to Isabella, who stomped off with James hot on her heels.