School
By Skye Rocket
Disclaimer: Don't own it.
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There are some people who look good in winter coats. But she was not one of them. And that was why Mary hated coats. Despised them. So it probably wasn't the best time to catch her that morning.
Later she told me that the vice principal had given her the note, with my name on it. She had unfolded it, practically leaping in anticipation. She also said that her face fell the minute she had seen the two words.
"Draco...Malfoy?" Mary had questioned out loud. "What kind of a name is that?" Yeah, I know that to her, Draco is not an "average" name. But who'd want to be named "Josh" or "Mike," if you really think about it? I have the sneaking suspicion that you really don't care to hear about that anymore, so back to my story.
Now, at this very moment, I was getting my class schedule printed off in the office. While that incompetent woman behind the desk was fumbling with those horrible Muggle devices, I glanced around to see what my fate was to include in this Muggle torture area.
Tacky periwinkle paint coated the walls, and over that were pictures of Muggle girls playing some sort of game, which Crabbe and Goyle had once explained was called "basketball." The carpet was short and was composed of many different colors, and various types of stains. Muggle teenagers trudged about, slamming shut tall boxes with locks on them.
Finally the woman returned with a sheet of paper in her hands. I scowled as she gave me a bright smile.
"Here you go, dear," she said kindly, which made me feel even more unfriendly. "At the top is your homeroom number, and then next to it is your locker number and it's combination." She pointed down the hall towards a long hallway with lots of those metal boxes. I nodded and stalked off.
Meanwhile, Mary had fought her way down the hall to her best friend's locker so they could walk to their homeroom together (and mine too). She scoffed as her eyes looked back at the memo sheet in a sickly, pale shade of yellow that looked like it had been left by a window for ages.
"A freak," she said miserably to the girl rooting through her locker. "I got a freak for a partner!" Kayla (her friend, if you couldn't tell. Sheesh, Muggles, have to explain everything to them...) stood up and shook her head.
"I dunno, it sounds kinda sexy," she said with a spark in her eye (oh yeah, she likes me). "Besides, it's your own fault for applying to the New Student program. They match you up with someone who will have the same core classes and gym hours as you. There are not guarantees." Mary groaned and slammed Kayla's locker shut. They started off down the hall.
It was approximately two minutes later that we met. I had finally located my locker and impatiently shoved my supplies into that little box and turned the lock. I prepared to find the room that was home (homeroom?). I must say that I got several looks in the hallway as I glanced around for my room. After locating it in a remote hallway on the other side of the small school, I noticed a plain looking girl, which I'd later find out was her.
"Hello, ladies," I said. "Can you tell me which one of you is Mary?" I asked. The girl next to the plain one giggled and whispered something to the other. Her companion looked me in the eye.
"I'm Mary," she said.
"I'm Draco," I replied coldly, still not happy about this whole independent study thing. I mean, who says that if you blow up a girl's toilet with a Filbuster's Firework that you should be subjected to Muggle school?!
She grinned a kind of awkward grin and led me into the room, which was occupied by several other Muggle teens.
"Sprinkles!" a boy said to her. She turned a bright shade of red and replied with a greeting. Now, you may not get it, but these Muggles are strange people, calling a girl "Sprinkles" and not by her rightful name.
"Oh, and this must be our new student," and old-looking woman said from the back of the room as Mary and I sat in desks behind the boy who had called her that odd name. "Sprinkle-erm, Mary has been waiting for a partner for a long time, you know." Inside I was shouting at the top of my lungs, making obscene gestures and kicking things over in a frenzy. But outside, I was totally cool. Well, almost.
"Why do you people call her Sprinkles instead of her real name?!" I blurted, making Mary turn an impossible color of red. She was beginning to remind me of that Weasley fellow. Must not have been used to being noticed.
"Well, she has this Internet screen name, Mary the Sprinkle Fairy, which is what everyone called her, but it just got shortened to Sprinkles," that boy explained. I nodded, even though I had no idea what a screen name or the Internet were.
At that very second, a small, bell like tone came from seemingly no where. I glanced around, nervously, looking for where the bell came from. But there was more.
"Gooooood morning!" a loud woman's voice screeched. She rattled on about things such as "Career Night" and letting the boys basketball team out of school early. But then, I got my first real idea what Mary the Muggle was like.
"...And Friday will be our annual Valentine's Day dance!" the woman rattled. Mary snorted loud enough to distract everyone.
"Is there something you wish to share with us?" the teacher asked, shooting a cold stare her way. Mary nodded.
"I just think that love shouldn't be commercialized with a holiday bogged down with merchandise!" she said strongly. The teacher glared at her, which gave me the impression that Mary was a bit of a troublemaker.
"But you'd go to the dance, right?" another girl asked. Mary scoffed.
"I don't think so." With that, the subject was dropped. The teacher-woman began rambling on about tests and getting homework turned in on time, giving me time to let my mind wander while the others hung on her every word.
The teacher said something about an eagle, and instantly a thought of a bird jumped into my mind. No, it was a hippogriff. I pictured the hippogriff leaping onto a dumbstruck Harry Potter, savagely pecking at him. A faint grin trickled across my mouth.
Again, that perky little bell chimed, and I leapt out of my skin. I got some sideways glances, but no one else seemed alarmed by that noise that would eventually begin to grate on my last nerve. Instead they stood up and walked slowly out of the room, except for Mary, who stood and waited for me.
"Ready for science?" she asked. I scowled for the millionth time that day. She sighed and turned away, shaking her head unhappily, but made a motion for me to follow her. I took a good long look at her at this minute. Blue duster over a green peasant blouse, and baggy blue jeans. Her foot had some worn leather sandals on them with no socks (in the winter, no less) and around her neck was a metal dragon on a chain. She had dull brown hair and blue eyes, hidden from view behind her hair.
"So what are we learning in science?" I asked. She scoffed.
"So now you're actually going to talk to me?"
"Maybe we could talk in some other, more private area later tonight?"
"I would rather have a rather incompetent student in my class spill acid on me," she said angrily. My mouth slightly dropped open as she stalked off, her nose stuck in the air. I hurried after her to our first hour class.
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Thanks for reading, leave a review! Oh, and the next chapter will be up soon, and it will be from Mary's POV. Thanks again!
By Skye Rocket
Disclaimer: Don't own it.
********
There are some people who look good in winter coats. But she was not one of them. And that was why Mary hated coats. Despised them. So it probably wasn't the best time to catch her that morning.
Later she told me that the vice principal had given her the note, with my name on it. She had unfolded it, practically leaping in anticipation. She also said that her face fell the minute she had seen the two words.
"Draco...Malfoy?" Mary had questioned out loud. "What kind of a name is that?" Yeah, I know that to her, Draco is not an "average" name. But who'd want to be named "Josh" or "Mike," if you really think about it? I have the sneaking suspicion that you really don't care to hear about that anymore, so back to my story.
Now, at this very moment, I was getting my class schedule printed off in the office. While that incompetent woman behind the desk was fumbling with those horrible Muggle devices, I glanced around to see what my fate was to include in this Muggle torture area.
Tacky periwinkle paint coated the walls, and over that were pictures of Muggle girls playing some sort of game, which Crabbe and Goyle had once explained was called "basketball." The carpet was short and was composed of many different colors, and various types of stains. Muggle teenagers trudged about, slamming shut tall boxes with locks on them.
Finally the woman returned with a sheet of paper in her hands. I scowled as she gave me a bright smile.
"Here you go, dear," she said kindly, which made me feel even more unfriendly. "At the top is your homeroom number, and then next to it is your locker number and it's combination." She pointed down the hall towards a long hallway with lots of those metal boxes. I nodded and stalked off.
Meanwhile, Mary had fought her way down the hall to her best friend's locker so they could walk to their homeroom together (and mine too). She scoffed as her eyes looked back at the memo sheet in a sickly, pale shade of yellow that looked like it had been left by a window for ages.
"A freak," she said miserably to the girl rooting through her locker. "I got a freak for a partner!" Kayla (her friend, if you couldn't tell. Sheesh, Muggles, have to explain everything to them...) stood up and shook her head.
"I dunno, it sounds kinda sexy," she said with a spark in her eye (oh yeah, she likes me). "Besides, it's your own fault for applying to the New Student program. They match you up with someone who will have the same core classes and gym hours as you. There are not guarantees." Mary groaned and slammed Kayla's locker shut. They started off down the hall.
It was approximately two minutes later that we met. I had finally located my locker and impatiently shoved my supplies into that little box and turned the lock. I prepared to find the room that was home (homeroom?). I must say that I got several looks in the hallway as I glanced around for my room. After locating it in a remote hallway on the other side of the small school, I noticed a plain looking girl, which I'd later find out was her.
"Hello, ladies," I said. "Can you tell me which one of you is Mary?" I asked. The girl next to the plain one giggled and whispered something to the other. Her companion looked me in the eye.
"I'm Mary," she said.
"I'm Draco," I replied coldly, still not happy about this whole independent study thing. I mean, who says that if you blow up a girl's toilet with a Filbuster's Firework that you should be subjected to Muggle school?!
She grinned a kind of awkward grin and led me into the room, which was occupied by several other Muggle teens.
"Sprinkles!" a boy said to her. She turned a bright shade of red and replied with a greeting. Now, you may not get it, but these Muggles are strange people, calling a girl "Sprinkles" and not by her rightful name.
"Oh, and this must be our new student," and old-looking woman said from the back of the room as Mary and I sat in desks behind the boy who had called her that odd name. "Sprinkle-erm, Mary has been waiting for a partner for a long time, you know." Inside I was shouting at the top of my lungs, making obscene gestures and kicking things over in a frenzy. But outside, I was totally cool. Well, almost.
"Why do you people call her Sprinkles instead of her real name?!" I blurted, making Mary turn an impossible color of red. She was beginning to remind me of that Weasley fellow. Must not have been used to being noticed.
"Well, she has this Internet screen name, Mary the Sprinkle Fairy, which is what everyone called her, but it just got shortened to Sprinkles," that boy explained. I nodded, even though I had no idea what a screen name or the Internet were.
At that very second, a small, bell like tone came from seemingly no where. I glanced around, nervously, looking for where the bell came from. But there was more.
"Gooooood morning!" a loud woman's voice screeched. She rattled on about things such as "Career Night" and letting the boys basketball team out of school early. But then, I got my first real idea what Mary the Muggle was like.
"...And Friday will be our annual Valentine's Day dance!" the woman rattled. Mary snorted loud enough to distract everyone.
"Is there something you wish to share with us?" the teacher asked, shooting a cold stare her way. Mary nodded.
"I just think that love shouldn't be commercialized with a holiday bogged down with merchandise!" she said strongly. The teacher glared at her, which gave me the impression that Mary was a bit of a troublemaker.
"But you'd go to the dance, right?" another girl asked. Mary scoffed.
"I don't think so." With that, the subject was dropped. The teacher-woman began rambling on about tests and getting homework turned in on time, giving me time to let my mind wander while the others hung on her every word.
The teacher said something about an eagle, and instantly a thought of a bird jumped into my mind. No, it was a hippogriff. I pictured the hippogriff leaping onto a dumbstruck Harry Potter, savagely pecking at him. A faint grin trickled across my mouth.
Again, that perky little bell chimed, and I leapt out of my skin. I got some sideways glances, but no one else seemed alarmed by that noise that would eventually begin to grate on my last nerve. Instead they stood up and walked slowly out of the room, except for Mary, who stood and waited for me.
"Ready for science?" she asked. I scowled for the millionth time that day. She sighed and turned away, shaking her head unhappily, but made a motion for me to follow her. I took a good long look at her at this minute. Blue duster over a green peasant blouse, and baggy blue jeans. Her foot had some worn leather sandals on them with no socks (in the winter, no less) and around her neck was a metal dragon on a chain. She had dull brown hair and blue eyes, hidden from view behind her hair.
"So what are we learning in science?" I asked. She scoffed.
"So now you're actually going to talk to me?"
"Maybe we could talk in some other, more private area later tonight?"
"I would rather have a rather incompetent student in my class spill acid on me," she said angrily. My mouth slightly dropped open as she stalked off, her nose stuck in the air. I hurried after her to our first hour class.
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Thanks for reading, leave a review! Oh, and the next chapter will be up soon, and it will be from Mary's POV. Thanks again!