She was the last of her line, according to her father. A natural parseltongue, and a direct descendant of Salazar Slytherin.
Gaunt. The long lost Slytherin heir. The long lost phantom queen.
She was bred by her father to be determined, cunning, ru...
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Blaise, Daphne, and Morrigan all howled in laughter. They were sitting in the common room remembering the Weasley's matron shrill when she found out that Harry and Ron had stolen an enchanted car. She was sure the two fools had a reason to do it, but they could have done it less conspicuously. To say the least, she was glad their stupidity landed them in detention.
The next day was their first DADA with Lockhart, and she wasn't one bit excited. If it wasn't for Blaise's constant humor and Daphne's animadversions, all her classes would have been a bore. She was glad to see them again.
Malfoy was acting weird. He'd sent his brutes to follow her when she was walking alone from the great hall to her dorms, or even from class to class. It was a nice gesture, but an unnecessary tactic. She could render her enemy wandless in seconds, she did not need Goyle or Crabbe to protect her.
She walked alongside her friends to the classroom. It had been redecorated so that it displayed his every book. Gilderoy Lockhart was a fool that did not know when to stop pestering. Even when she entered the classroom, he grinned her way, making her roll her eyes in disgust.
"Let me introduce you to your new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher... me! Gilderoy Lockhart, Order of Merlin, Third Class, Honorary Member of the Dark Force Defense League, and five-times winner of Witch Weekly's Most-Charming-Smile Award- but I don't talk about that. I didn't get rid of the Bandon Banshee by smiling at him. Huh, huh, huh... hee, hee... Now- be warned! It is my job to arm you against the foulest creatures known to wizardkind. You may find yourselves facing your worst fears in this room. Know only that no harm can befall you whilst I am here. I must ask you not to scream. It might... provoke them!"
She could vomit right there. Order of Merlin? The only thing he ever will be is a liar and a busybody. If her eyes would have glued to the top of her head, they would have at that moment. Every word that came out if his mouth was a blatant lie.
"Laugh if you will, Mr. Finnigan, but pixies can be devilishly tricky little blighters. Let's see what you make of them, ha! Come on now- round them up, round them up, they're only pixies!", he answered Seamus Finnigan's question.
Suddenly the purple-blue pixies soared into the air ensuing chaos. Blaise protected Daphne from a pixie that wanted to take her hairpin. Longbottom got carried and placed on hanging by his pants from a chandelier.
Everyone screamed and ran to find cover. She only eyed a pixie when it came to pulling her robe. She reached for her wand and wandlessly threw an impediment jinx, sending the creature flying to a wall.
She rose from her seat and pressed a leathered Mary Jane shoe on the table.
"Oi, get down, Morrigan, what are you thinking?", tried to seethe Draco over the screams. She shrugged his hand away from her wrist and fully stood up in the table.
