Blood Status

Chapter one:

Chapter one:

“Miss Marshall.” The brunette shot her head up from her book and notebook as she looked back and forth between the teacher and the two hooligans he stood in between. “As my top student, I want you to sit in between these two, I think it’ll be good for them.” Elizabeth let her jaw hung open as Harry Potter and Ronald Weasley were smashed into the seats next to her.

“Professor Binns, Please.” She whined as she looked to the ghostly figure before her. “I can not study with them here.” She growled as her eyes shot daggers at Harry Potter. He returned the favor with a scowl of his own.

“Now, Miss Martell-”

 

“Marshall” She corrected.

 

“Miss Marshall, you will be a good influence on these boys, who will never get the job they wish if they continue to act like fools in my class. Auror’s must have a firm grasp of Magical History, Potter and Weasley, if you ever wish to keep it from repeating.” The ghost whipped around and continued on his way towards his desk, disrupting a group of students at the desk directly in front of Elizabeth’s. A groan was heard to both boys as Elizabeth hung her head into her books. One hand rubbed her temples, the other twitched with her quill in hand.

 

“I swear to every deity above, if you two cause me to get less than a perfect grade in this class, I will cause considerable harm to you both.” She grumbled as she pulled back from her books. Weasley rolled his eyes as he leaned his chin on his hand. His elbow clearly on the desk, and clearly in her way of her space. Elizabeth gritted her teeth as she swatted his elbow with as much force as she could only to result in Ronald’s head slammed into the desk. “And stay in your own space! I didn’t sit at a table with others for a reason.” She scowled.

 

Ronald shot his head up and looked at her with such a furious expression, that Harry looked worried. “You are such a-”

 

Elizabeth shot him a look, “Language!” She snarled, cutting the red head off. “Please, Weasley, didn’t your parents ever teach you manners?” She scoffed as she turned back to her book and began to scribble away. Ronald leaned upwards to catch Harry’s eyes, his head shook back and forth and seemed ready to explode. Elizabeth made no indication that she minded, or cared that they whispered over her head.

 

Professor Binn’s continued his lecture again, once again the room was filled with monotonous nonsense that Elizabeth mostly blocked out. As much as she listened to all her teachers, word for word, she did not for Professor Binn’s. She passed his tests with flying colors because she studied on her own. It also helped that she was best friends with one of the most prestigious pureblood households, because when she couldn’t find the information, she picked Draco’s brain, or even better, his personal library.

 

Plus it helped that Pansy had to be a know-it-all about everyone, she tended to know of personal history of families, wars, and the such. She might not be able to tell when or where a war happened, but she was brilliant when it came to who started it and why. Pansy was pretty much the reason Elizabeth was beyond an expert on world war one and the wizard’s who participated in it.

 

“Will. You. Two. Pipe. Down!” She hissed as she pushed up to a fully sat up position. “You’re making it hard to drown him out.” Harry shot her a look that Elizabeth returned with equal gusto.