New Girl (Draco X Reader)

Prologue

Strands of (H/C) locks whipped around in the frozen air, stinging your face as you stood on the front steps of your witch craft school, Waverly Academy. Tears streamed down your face in a silent attempt to get rid of the boiling emotions inside of your cold and currently frail being. You had just received the worst letter in the history of letters, awful things tended to come in the form of letters you now realized. You didn't know what to do now, before you read the bloody thing you had seen the piece of parchment as a god sent. Your mother very rarely sent you any information during the school year in fear of interrupting your studies or distracting you with menial things. She always wanted you to be the best Cattus there ever was, just like her.

    That's right, you were the daughter of Emily (L.Name) one of the most well known Cattus wizards to go to the very school you were standing outside. Your father had been gone to- somewhere else. You didn't remember most of his bed time stories now, all you remembered was the insignia was always a snake wrapped around a sword. You were, despite your father's best attempts to calm you, very worried about getting into Canis, Draco or Mus when you were first sent here. All of them much less favorable than the sneaky clan of quick witted wizards with acid tongues, but you were so proud when the withering, slightly cheesy smelling boots called out your house was to be Cattus. You had jumped up from your seat, being the overly nervous eleven year old you had been, earning a groan from the magical objects placed on your feet.

    You laughed at the memory, tears still dripping off your face and onto the ground adding to the slush already on the stone steps. You couldn't help but scold yourself a bit for opening the letter as soon as your mother's beautiful (Owl breed) landed on the dining table's edge with the envelope in it's pointed beak. It released it as soon as your fingers came in contact with the soft, slightly wet, paper, receiving a strip of your roast beef as a reward. Once you opened the vanilla colored packet you slipped the stationary out and started to rapidly read, ignoring your good friend's jousting in the background.

    The words were imprinted in your brain, their silhouette still haunting you even after throwing the letter onto the table, much to the surprise of your surrounding house mates. Who, might you mention, being the nosy people they were, were probably reading the letter.

Dear, (Name),
My beautiful baby girl, I hope you're doing well. Have you been eating alright,sleeping? You were so skinny and a bit exhausted last time I saw you, I can't help but wonder if something's wrong. I hope there isn't because I wouldn't want to add on to anything you might be going through right now that you didn't happen to tell me on the break. You seemed perfectly fine but I was never the greatest at reading people. Not even my own daughter. This letter isn't the easiest thing to write and I'm sorry if this comes out too blunt for your liking. I'm sorry. . .
Let me, explain what happened, before you go jumping to conclusions. Your father and I were sitting at the dining room table, chit chatting about how good it was to see you and relaying all the things you had told us about your adventures with your friends. We were having a grand time. But your father he started coughing, like he had been doing the week you were here and then he just collapsed. I called an ambulance and they whirled him away.
He was having trouble with his lungs and heart, or at least that's what the muggle doctors said.
He died last night, during some . . . surgery.
I know you love it there at Waverly, I was so happy when your father chose to give up his decision to send you to Hogwarts and let you go here instead! But. . . I'm afraid we'll be moving. You'll be switching schools as well, to Hogwarts as a matter of fact. His will states he wanted to be buried in England and well, maybe it would be best for the both of us.
We'll talk more when the year ends, continue to do well. This isn't the end of the world I promise.

Your loving Mother, Emily

    You had choked, folding the stupid thing up again and taking a few deep breaths before continuing. Robyn, one of your closest friends, even if she wasn't a Cattus student but a Mus, asked you if anything was wrong and you just shook your head slowly. A blatant lie on your behalf, but you had a right to your privacy. Once you reached the very end of the letter you just couldn't take it, and you refused to let your house mates see you cry. So here you stood in completely black uniform, including a knee-length skirt, button up blouse, thin (F/C) sweater and black boots that reached slightly past your ankles.

    You stopped to wipe your eyes with the back of your hand. Wow, you had been having such a great time just moments ago and now it all went down the drain. What were you going to do? Three years into a single school, your father spontaneously dies and if that's not bad enough your mother has decided to transfer you to a new school?! She wants to throw you into a completely different environment,with complete strangers, no friends, no familiarity, not starting point and she thinks you'll be okay with that? You know how the 'system' works everyone's already made their alliances, created their groups and if your mother thought it would be easy to 'fit' in, she was crazy.

    "(Name)?" A soft voice came from behind you as well as a gingerly placed hand on your shoulder, something else brushing your limply hanging hand.

    "Robyn?" You whispered back, taking the paper from her hand. It was that wretched letter,

    "I snatched it from your friends before they could read it," She added in that normally soft voice of hers, she was almost more of a comfort than your own mother, who was always slightly cold shouldered when it came to you. No wonder you were a Daddy's girl.

    "Thank you, Thank you," You weakly cried turning to embrace your friend, who comfortingly hugged you back letting you sob on her shoulder in seemingly endless waterfall of your frustration.

    "I read it though. I'm sorry for your loss," Robyn added, closing her baby blue eyes as she sighed. "I promise I'll write,"

    "I know you will," came your reply as you hiccuped, completely ignoring her condolences for your fallen kin. You exhaled a long breath, prying her arms off of you.

    "Come on, let's go back inside. It's freezing and besides, I still have the rest of the semester," smiling sadly, you hopped up the steps, your facade completely free of any salty stains and a fake smile plastered on your face. You would make the best of the rest of your time here, that was for sure.