An unfortunate conversation
An unfortunate conversationDisclaimer: None of the characters are mine, but belong to Joss Whedon or Joan Rowling.
Note: This takes place after the story “Misadventures of Neville and Harry”.
“Yo! You! Faith!”
V’iera Nocturna Lestrange, more commonly known as Faith LeHane, and her cousin on her mother’s side, Draco Malfoy, looked with very similar expressions of disgust, as another witch, namely Ginny Weasley walked over to their stand and promptly sat down. If this was to have happened at the Leakey Cauldron, the rumour mill would’ve brought news of this to Rita Sceeter in a matter of minutes, hours of most, but this was the Ghent, a much more discreet place, and not as wizard-friendly either, therefore this approach was barely noticed, at least outwardly.
“And what do you want, little gumdrop?” Faith asked flatly, aware that her nickname for Ginny drove the British red-haired witch up the wall.
Ginny looked as if she wanted to punch the elder witch in the nose, magic-usage be damned, but she was able to restrain herself – barely. “You! You’re supposed to be this kick-ass magic fighter! So, how do you explain what has happened to Harry when you went out? What was Neville thinking-“
“My sentiment exactly,” Draco drawled-out in his trademark, arrogant manner. “I mean, whenever Potter’s status as a grade-A, prime-cut, Alpha-male gets threatened, he becomes one sulky, grade-A, prime-cut, Alpha-arsehole. Longbottom should’ve remembered what the old headmaster had done, and given Potter assistance whether he wanted it or not, rather than giving him a choice. Seriously, didn’t Grainger tell him any better?”
Ginny turned red. “You, you dare!” she sputtered. “You blonde, pointy-faced, obnoxious ferret-“
“Now listen,” Faith put one of her hands – or even just a couple of fingers - onto Ginny’s shoulder, but it was enough for Ginny to turn pale from fear, for unlike her younger sister Gloriana Mundicia, V’iera Nocturna was her father’s daughter, rather than her mother’s. Put otherwise, she was less a daughter of a witch who was concerned with purity of blood and similar trappings of power, and more a daughter of a wizard who was rumoured to have made a deal with the archdevil Mephistopheles either for magical power or knowledge – a villain of a totally different kind.
And now Ginny Weasley, the daughter of a witch who has killed Bellatrix Lestrange found herself with an exposed back to the deceased’s daughter – not a smart move.
“Now listen,” Faith repeated quietly – the hostile intent aimed at Ginny’s unprotected back, “you came here, interrupted my discussion with Draco and are being outright rude. I’m not standing for it, whether you’re dating the boy-who-killed-the-dark-lord or not. Either do something about your behaviour, or leave!”
Ginny couldn’t see Faith’s face, but she could see Draco’s, and for a change he was worried, rather than mocking – a rarely seen sight indeed. That decided for Ginny: very quickly she got up and left.
“She’ll be back,” Draco said thoughtfully.
“Yes, but only one in three she’ll be going for a fight,” Faith said wryly. “Not the chances we should be worried about.” She paused and added. “And you’ve provoked her why?”
“Because,” Draco said flatly, “I don’t like Potter, I don’t like Longbottom, and I can’t stand the Weasleys.”
“What about Grainger?”
“Eh, as I’ve told Weasley – not this one, the one who’s engaged to Grainger – since he’s so concerned about us purebloods inbreeding, he should be marrying her as quickly as possibly less his offspring will be that sort of pureblood morons that confuse their mouths and ears if they get excited enough!.. Since when I told him that he started to turn pretty colours and emit funny noises, I just hid behind the corner and observed Potter and Grainger trying to talk him down. They didn’t succeed, period.”
“One of those days that Weasley will manage to land a good one on you – again,” Faith said, bemusingly.
“Eh, Grainger did it in our third years – he was late again, as always,” Draco spoke still flippantly, before sobering back once again. “So, about this animagery lessons?”
“Let’s go to Giles, and see what he’ll say about that, cuz. Deal?”