Crimson was on the train, it was his first year going to Hogwarts Academy and he couldn’t help but feel nervous. He looked down at his wand, his wand was an 11" Blood wood with Manticore Barb Core. He placed his wand away as he was looking for somewhere to sit. He looked into a nearby booth to see someone along with an open. “Um, excuse me? Sorry to disturb you, but is it alright if I sit here?” He asked.
She sighed. “Oh you know…..it’s my father. He wanted to talk to Dumbledore about some of my classes. He thinks I need to be challenged more so now I’m in higher level courses. And then Crimson threw a book at him thinking that was a great idea…..and he pissed me off and then I went to the field to practice some. And now I’m here Hoping to drink my crappy day away.” She explained and frowned.
Her butter beer came out and she started to drink it. “Really? They had you touring? You hate first years……” she spoke with surprise.
Draco didn’t answer the first year part. Instead, he was laughing hysterically about Crimson. “I-I’m sorry… Haha, your friend Crimson. Threw a book at your father?” He asked, still laughing.
She chuckled some too at thinking about it. “Yea apparently he has no common sense…..or no fear” she laughed some. “But then he mentioned my scars in front of the others…..and mentioned my dad….” she said and the smile faded some.
Draco looked at her and sighed. “I wonder why you’re even friends with that red eyes freak. Along with Potter, Weasley, Jackie, and that mudblood Hermione.” He said in disgust.
She looked up at him with a glare. Her silver eyes piercing. “Don’t use that word you’re better then that. Plus didn’t you learn your lesson after Hermione clocked you in the face last year?” She asked reminding him. “I dunno, they’re normal. Being held to such a high standard by our mutual friends and my dad and Slitherin house is tiring. With them I don’t have to be the standard. I have to be me….” she said.
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