"painted as a villain."
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ezra sutton and fred weasley were not friends, not even close, but she did need his help and neither expected what would come out of such a simple request.
[prisoner of azkaban - goblet of fire]
[book one i...
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The Welcoming Feast was just as Sutton remembered it to be for the last two years, some idiotic rumour about Harry Potter being circled all around the table that's emblem shone with emerald and silver, raucous laughter coming from members of Slytherin house as Draco Malfoy dramatically raised his hand to his head and slumped backwards into Pansy Parkinson's side, the girl blushing terribly as he did.
According to the rumour that had filtered its way down the entirety of the Slytherin table as the Sorting commenced and brought amusement to the shitheads in lower houses and the morons her own age, Harry Potter had fainted on the train due to a Dementor attack.
Sutton was unsure how a boy fainting due to reliving a horrible memory could be so amusing to some, but she guessed that some people didn't have terrible memories for the Dementors of Azkaban to exploit, that or they just wanted to appear cool by their peers.
The girl rolled her eyes as Lyra's cousin 'fainted' once more as Professor Flitwick collected the three-legged stool and the sorting hat and began to leave the hall, where Professor McGonagall entered with Harry Potter and Hermione Granger trailing behind her.
Sutton averted her gaze from the third years and their Head of House as Lyra tapped her wrist and she turned her attention to the dark-haired witch.
"Does he realised that he looks like the biggest git?" Lyra murmured, jutting her thumb in the direction of her cousin who proceeded to slump against the table this time and Sutton rolled her eyes at the antics of the boy.
"Probably not." She answered, "Doesn't his Mummy and Daddy like to encourage his bratty tendencies?"
"Oh, absolutely." Lyra nodded, "But Merlin forbid Uncle Lucius to find out I got an Acceptable on my Charms essay last Semester."
Sutton frowned as she fiddled with the fork in front of her, she absolutely despised Lyra's relatives and their blatant favouritism. Sure, Draco was their son but there was absolutely no need for them to treat Lyra the way they did, purely based on the fact that she was their niece and not their daughter.
"He trying to marry you off yet?" She asked her and Lyra smirked as they watched Professor Dumbledore get to his feet and make his way to the podium.
"There's talk of some French guy." She whispered as the Headmaster raised his arms in welcome, "Aunt Cissa told him that the wizards in the UK that are my age are far too stupid to unite with Houses Lestrange and Black, personally, I think she just wants me to graduate before any discussion is set in stone."
Sutton snorted at that, she'd never met Narcissa Malfoy but at least the woman occasionally had her niece's best interests at heart.
"Welcome." Headmaster Dumbledore spoke and his voice silenced any conversation that had not stopped when he first stood, "Welcome to another year at Hogwarts. I have a few things to say to you all, and as one of them is very serious, I think it best to get it out of the way before you become befuddled with our excellent feast."
