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Madison played with the peas on her plate as Crabe and Goyle's boastful chatter dominated her part of the table. Draco had been admitted to the hospital wing and his croonies were seriously milking the whole ordeal and everyone was eating it up. She had tuned them out completely when they started to retell an exaggerated version of his heroic battle for the third time when some younger Slytherins joined the table. It was astonishing how the tale got bloodier and more dramatic each time.
The neighbouring table appeared to be way more interesting to her. That's why she loved sitting on this side. She had a perfect view of the Gryffindor table, more specifically her favourite witch. Hermione and her two buffoons kept looking over here, obviously knowing what the topic was, and talking rather worriedly. She'd bet her dragon that their worry didn't revolve around the blond boy, but rather how far he would go to show everyone what his family was capable of doing. She didn't blame them.
Lucius Malfoy was an ominous wicked man who pulled the nastiest tricks and wiped them clean with towers of galleons. She'd encountered the man only a handful of times, and each time he managed to make her blood run cold.
At the end of last year at Kings Cross Station she'd walked with Pansy and Draco when he made them come to a halt by appearing in front of them tapping the ground with his cane. Her eyes had been focused on the beady emerald eyes of the snake cane before he tapped it once more and she averted her eyes to meet the icy ones of the pale blond male. He seemed to be analysing her from head to toe as if he was seizing her up for a battle and deciding which spell would knock her down. She wasn't one to be intimidated easily so she'd held his gaze squaring up her shoulders. "And who might you be?" He'd said. Before she'd gotten a chance to reply Draco beat her to it.
"This is Madison Diggory, Father," Lucius' eyebrows shot up and something shone in his eyes before he immediately masked any sort of reaction, but Madison was too perceptive and had noted the shift in his demeanour. She'd seen the man before at Ministry events and at her father's work, but those encounters were very brief and formal.
"Ah, yes. Amos' daughter." She didn't know what to make of his change and couldn't figure in what light he held her household, but she was sure it wasn't anything good. The Diggory household was an old lineage of respected wizards and witches, purebloods in other words. However, they strayed from the supremacy that clouded the other Households and thus where looked down upon by those self esteemed purebloods and were deemed blood traitors.
" I see that you have found your place at Hogwarts," he smiled, but something about it made her hair stand on end. It didn't seem insincere, it appeared rather dire. She nodded nonetheless, confused as to why he wasn't even sparing Pansy a glance. Why would this grown man care in the slightest about where she fit in at Hogwarts.
"I hope we will get to see you around more. Perhaps over the summer, you and your family could join us for dinner," he suggested. Madison nodded politely, but couldn't imagine sitting at a table with only Draco Malfoy and the Draco breeders.
