The Minster's Daughter- Draco Malfoy

backwards sticks

"Useless?" He asked, furrowing his brows. 

"Oh, of course. 'The most useless waste of oxygen she's ever met' apparently." I said, unbothered, honestly I knew I wasn't that useless. "Anyways, we have potions in five minutes." I deterred the conversation. Potions was a lesson I hadn't been in yet, but I had four lessons of it crammed into Thursdays and Fridays.

"Let's hope he's in a good mood."

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"Today. You will be learning the theory behind advanced potions. I trust that at least some of you won't drop potions like butter next year to sit in a charms class picking through your nose" His eyes scanned the room, but didn't at the same time. They'd scan, rest on a person, then rake the room again. We were all stood at the back, waiting for him to give us a seat. "Now," he turned a blackboard over, revealing names in rectangles that symbolised tables. "these are your partners for the year. Don't get along, that isn't a problem to be taken up with me, understood?"

Everybody rushed to the board, soon peeling away once they'd seen their seat.

"Lucky you, Crouch. You get to do my work for me" Draco smiled as he approached and signalled to a table in the very back corner. Hermione sat at THE OTHER END OF THE ROOM, so I couldn't even joke with her for comedic relief- she was sat next to Crabbe. That was what I tried to be at Beauxbatons- comedic relief. People found me funny, but it got me into lots of trouble.

The chairs all pulled out with squeaks and soon enough, everyone was sat down as Snape handed out the advanced potions text books. I had used these exact ones last year, so it shouldn't be too hard.

"Now, I would like you to go through this, in depth, and in your pairs, decide on 20 from the 100 to make over this academic year. I've decided to start the advanced section earlier for you, for your benefit." He swatted his hand in the air and sat down on his desk, signalling everybody to talk. Everybody opened their books and started talking, as did we.

"So, what will you be making on behalf of us this year?" He smirked as I opened the ever familiar book.

"Not quite sure, interesting ones I suppose. Last year, I made them all before I came here, so it shouldn't take too long and we won't have to re-try anything." I said, as my eyes skimmed over the contents page.

"How did you do them last year? We barely got to do any practical work last year" 

I explained to him, getting deja vu in the process. We settled on the potions, and began writing the method for the first one in our books- well I was telling him what to write. We decided to do a basic antidote first, just because it had little ingredients.

"Have you ever used the potions you made? We aren't really allowed to much" He looked over after he put his quill down.

"Yeah, we weren't either, but she didn't notice when I stole a vial or two. Once, my friend used Amortentia on our other friend, instead of brain elixir before a test. I made the brew, so she was looking at me throughout and tried to buy me a anklet afterwards."

"What do you mean, tried? You stopped her?" He almost laughed.

"I did, actually" I decided to joke instead of telling him that I didn't accept her anklet because it was too big for my small arse ankle. "I'm more of a ring girl, you see."

After that, the lesson went by pretty fast. I told him what to cross out in the book and what to add in. The books were completely unreliable. In the lesson after dinner, we aspired to have this done and to begin the first potion, but like everything I try to do it was interrupted.

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Father sat there, next to Dumbledore's seat. He scanned the room with his eyes and they landed on me as he smiled subtly. I smiled back, feeling obliged. I broke eye contact as I tuned back in to what was being said at the front.

"Hogwarts has been chosen to host a legendary event. The Tri-Wizard tournament. The tri-wizard tournament brings together three schools for a series of magical contests." Dumbledore's voice echoed through the great hall before dinner. I was sat opposite Draco, next to Pansy listening in. "Please join me in welcoming the lovely ladies of the Beauxbatons Academy of Magic and their headmistress Madam Maxime." 

I smiled immediately. They came fluttering in, classic Beauxbatons uniform, choreographed and everything. They stopped a few times as they skimmed through. Once, they stopped by me and I seen Rose. Her eye didn't catch me, but I made a mental note to definitely greet her and maybe hug her to death later on.

"You used to attend that? It's a wonder you don't ballet dance to Charms every day!" Pansy said across the table, making us laugh.

Madam Maxine came in, who did see me. She stopped at my seat and leaned down, holding my hand.

"My darling, it's lovely to see you" She smiled and hugged me. We spent many an afternoon in her office after I was sent out for no reason. She always stuck up for me against Farrow, which I'll be forever grateful for.

"I'll come and say hello later." I nodded and she kept walking to Dumbledore. 

"And now our friends from the north, please greet the proud sons of Durmstrang and the high master Igor Karkaroff."

What the fuck. Everybody looked in awe at their stick waving. Personally, I thought it looked kind of backwards. They grunted as they done it as well. I'm sure it looked cool to others, but I just remember feeling odd about it, perhaps threatened.

The headmaster and a man, who I instantly recognised as Viktor Krum, stomped in and greeted Dumbledore. Dumbledore then goes into some speech about eternal glory and whatnot, so I happily zoned out until the sound of thunder struck my ears.

A sharp bolt came from a wand in the corner. The man holding it was stocky and had a trench coat on. But what was most noticeable was his eye. It was in some sort of fixture, and it moved as if it were a normal eye.

My father rose from his seat, coming to the front.

"Daddy needs a word, does he Audrey?" Blaise. I despise him. Yeah, he cracked a good joke here and there but in all truth, I couldn't stand him on a good day.

"Fuck off, Blaise" I narrowed my eyes. I'm sure he felt the same, as he scowled.

"After much deliberation the ministry has concluded that schools shall put forth an age restriction regarding their own students. The ministry has also declared that you may only enter your name on behalf of a school if you have attended for over two years. This decision is final. Beauxbatons and Durmstrang have been informed, however Hogwarts students- anybody under the age of 17 may not participate." 

The hall erupted into 'boo' and just general anger.

"SILENCE" Dumbledore's voice echoes yet again. Father retired back to his seat and Dumbledore spoke of the Goblet, which he revealed to us. It glowed with a blue flame, which enticed everybody. "Anyone wishing to submit themselves for the tournament merely write their name upon a piece of parchment and throw it in the flame before this hour on Thursday night. Do not do so lightly, if chosen there's no turning back. As from this moment the tri-wizard tournament has begun."

--boys, nobody is reading this and i am currently making sad british noises. tbf, i write every night probably high on headache medication. want a high? try 4Head sticks lmao.