Queen Of Snakes

Chapter eight [PT.1]

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Lord Malfoys response, court trial, and reunited with long lost godfathers:

Maeve woke to Loki nudging her with the tip of his tail, she smiled sleepily at him. She wanted to lay in, but knew that wasn't possible. At least Loki agreed last night to stay by her side.

Throwing the duvet off both of them, immediately goosebumps appeared on her skin as the cold air hit her. Sometimes, she hated the dungeon common rooms because of the lack of warmth. Nothing a warm shower couldn't help, so she supposes she can't complain all that much.

She grabbed her uniform, undergarments, hygiene products and walked to the bathroom. Luckily her roommates slept in till their alarm clock woke them, so she had no one to rush her and took her time. She lathered her hair in her favorite shampoo and conditioner and rinsed under the lukewarm water, than proceeded to wash her body with her mint body wash. After a few more minutes under the water and enjoying the quietness of the early morning, Maeve turned the water off and wrapped her body in her soft, fluffy towel.

She began humming as she dried her hair and wrapped it in another towel, while letting her body dry from beneath the towel, she grabbed her toothbrush with a thin line of toothpaste and began brushing her teeth. Followed by washing her face with her soothing and hydrating face soap and cleanser. Patting down the remaining droplets of water, she than began clipping on her bra and pulling up her underwear. Rubbing in lotion before getting her skirt hiked up to her waist and button her shirt and tucking it in. Leaving the tie hanging loosely around her and brushing through her knotted hair and leaving it down.

Once satisfied with her morning routine, she walked back into her shared room. Her knee length socks were neatly laid upon her bed by Loki who rested on his heated rock that she had ordered from magical menagerie. It was good for him because of the cold dampness that surrounded the dungeons. She waved her hand and her bed made itself, honestly, Maeve couldn't understand the use of wands. Her magic responded perfectly to her, was the wand only for help directing the magic? Shrugging to herself, she sat down and pulled on her socks and slipping her small black shoes.

Grabbing her bag, she looked at Loki and held her arm out, waiting for her snake to slither on. Loki made the gesture or shaking his head in mock irritation before coiling around her think arm. She snickered quietly and walked out the room silently closing the door, the fireplace was lit casting an earthly glow and spreading warmth around the common room. Unlike last time Draco wasn't present, however another student was.

He was an upper year who she saw constantly bullying the younger years from other houses and not once getting in trouble by their head of house. Although that didn't really surprise her as professor snape seemed like a total git from what she's heard from passing students. His name was Marcus Flint, he was the quidditch captain and its chaser, he was known for his brutal attacks to win by any means. 

Maeve noticed his horrid crooked teeth and dark eyes, she thought he'd might've had troll blood in him. He seemed pretty tall, despite sitting down, he also looked muscular in a way that stemmed from playing sports. Flint glanced up and smirked as he made eye contact with her.

"Well, if it isn't little miss Potter, the girl who lived. Think you can walk around acting as if you own the place?" He sneered, accentuating his ill-favored features. She felt pity to those who gave birth to him, or perhaps that's where he's gotten his looks from.

"Yes, well, no need to ask who you are. I've seen your face enough times to give myself nightmares." She held back her laugh as his face reddened with anger. "And you needn't worry, this school will end up in my control soon enough. So, why don't you get on your knees and pledge your loyalties now while I'm being generous and I might allow you to continue to live your miserable life."