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[ELLA AMELIA SMITH !]

Ella Smith
Convince me that I've been sick forever.
And all of this,
Will make sense when I get better.

Why had she taken NEWT potions? Professor Malfoy was one of the worst bloodsnob teachers in the school. Potions was unfortunately one of her best subjects. Something she had a feeling ticked the professor off more as he had to actually think of an excuse to punish her. She was the only impure one in his NEWT potions class, how stupid was she? Despite her regular detentions she was still good at it. The reason why she was the only impure one was that her potions class was with slytherin and no one else impure in Ravenclaw was ready to put up with Professor Malfoy. Sometime Ella chanted in her head that she only had a couple of months to go and then she had achieved her all time goal. To get through Hogwarts. Then she had to find her cousin, her secret. It had been an exciting prospect to find out that she was not the only witch in her family, in fact, if distantly and by marriage, she was related to the blacks, one of the big pureblood families. She knew this would never improve her standing within the wizarding world in fact it would worsen it, so she kept quiet.

Ella was walking down the dark dungeon hallways. Her bleu ravenclaw cloak billowing behind her. She rounded a corner then she was stopped. Six hulking Slytherins were standing, some of her potions class included. They sneered 'Mudblood scum', Ella in no mood for this, she had to hand in an essay to Professor Malfoy, and one prat was enough for one night rather six more. She tried to push past them but he grabbed her and pushed her back " At least be original, rather than the same crap over and over again". She was tired, she was having nightmares again and she wanted to hand this essay in then go to bed. The boys sneered and pinned her by her shoulders against the wall. Ella, bored of this stood, waiting for it. Sure enough, a fist collided with her stomach and Ella gasped as the wind left her. Doubling over as they let go of her shoulders she held onto her essay, having perfected this technique as well of holding on to work and being beaten up at the same time. This took skill; it was sad how she had mastered such skills as this. Then someone snatched her work from her, she growled under breath, not loud enough for them to hear " give it back" she said almost bored, she had been through this scene too many times, didn't they ever get bored? One particularly tall boy waved it out of her reach. She didn’t even bother to try and reach it but waited. One of the others jeered at her 'oh the mudblood doesn't want to play' a laugh followed his words and Ella sighed eyeing him with her bored face. She could almost lip everything they were going to say a second before they said, it was that easy.

A boy who had not spoken yet and was not in her potions class, snatched her essay from the tall boy and offered it back, holding it out a few feet away from her. Already suspicious she took it back and the boy smirked ' Hey if you want to prove you are worthy and are as good as the pure'. Everyone looked at him in outrage and shock for a second before he glanced at all of them. This one was obviously the brains of the group. The others stood silently. This one smirked, didn't help he was good looking. Ella dropped one hip and listened. The boy continued 'Call Professor Malfoy Ferret if you have the balls to'. The others snickered. Ella did not know the relation between ferrets and professor Malfoy but for now she forgot, pushing past him towards the professor's office. They let her this time. She was down the corridor and to the office. She checked her watch. She was on time, she had learned long ago to allow time for events such as that to happen. She knocked on the door, when she heard a voice telling her to come in, she did so. Opening the door and closing it behind her, not before some laughing form the boys who had come closer to see if Ella would actually call him a ferret. Ella had no intention of doing so. She walked forward, seeing the Professor at his desk; she placed it in the usual spot. Her essay was in her neat curved hand writing. She then stepped back, as was expected and waited to let go. This routine was normal; the professor had drilled it into her very well. Ella stood eyes on the ground as she should unless instructed to raise them with her hands at her side. The problem with beating Ella up now was that due to her being at such a high level in potions she owned the ingredients needed for a basic pain relief potion and could make one herself very easily. Ella had got her breath back full from the punch to the gut. She stood quietly, hoping he was too busy; she was in no mood for his sneering. She was tired and she slipped up more and tended to retaliate without thinking when she was tired.

[PROFESSOR DRACO MALFOY !]

never held down
NEVER RESTRAINED. VIRTUE'S FOOT TO THE THROAT. FREE OF BROKEN CHAINS.
THUS ALWAYS TO TYRANTS, LAUGH AT THE CONQUERED, THE VICTIMS NOW BETRAYED.

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Draco sat, with his feet propped up upon the dark oak desk. Three neat piles had been established, two of them growing considerably in the last ten minutes. Students had entered his classroom quickly, deposited their essays, and then left in a hurry. None wanted to be talked to by Draco, knowing just what that would most likely entail for them. If there was one thing the Potions Master was known for, it was not his kind disposition toward his students. In fact most considered him short tempered with a cutting tongue.

Thumbing through the pages of his Daily Prophet, the professor lifted his eyes every now and then to scan his classroom, ensuring that order was still established. Draco would never give his consent for the classroom to descent into chaos- that included fighting within it. Too many valuable, breakable items were stored in the nooks and crannies lining the walls, and within the shelves and on counters. A pair of fighting children could easily knock down and destroy his supplies, most of which were expensive even for a Pureblood. All of it was incredibly dangerous, as well, and could easily kill somebody if mishandled. Draco didn't want to be the one to fish dead bodies out of a river of spilled potions, and so he had strict rules about conduct in his classroom.

His body tensed as he heard an Impurity become cornered. Knuckles turning white from his death grip on the paper, Draco narrowed his eyes and lifted them above the top of the paper. "NOT. In. My. Classroom." Each word was said by itself, and exaggerated. When they stopped and a girl came forward, Draco sighed and slipped his feet from the desk. She stood, as she was supposed to, and Draco sneered at her.

"So tell me, you filthy little Mudblood, how does it feel?" His voice was sinister, laced with humor. The kids in the background didn't laugh, didn't giggle- the stood silent. They knew better than to use their voices when he was already using his.

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THIS IS CLOSED, BABES, FOR VICKI / ELLA ! THE TUNES ARE FOOT TO THE THROAT - LAMB OF GOD AND LOOK WHAT YOU'VE DONE - JET. DIG IT? I AIN'T COUNTIN' IT, SO NO COUNT FOR YOU, UNLESS YOU COUNT IT YOURSELF.

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[ELLA AMELIA SMITH !]

Ella Smith
Convince me that I've been sick forever.
And all of this,
Will make sense when I get better.

She was in her seventh and final year of Hogwarts, right from the word go she had been mistreated due her blood. Blood, bah, should she take a knife and very happily draw blood from Professor Bloodsnob Malfoy then herself, they would see that she too had red warm blood exactly the same as theirs. She was no different, yet they insisted on her and the rest of what they considered impure to be different. She stood, the room was unnaturally quiet. The boys were being quiet now their Master was in the room, like dogs really. She was in her Ravenclaw robes as she should, she seemed to stand out more, well in her head, she felt like she had a neon sign above saying 'bully me'.

She had heard some stories about Draco Malfoy, oh she had read the ones in the library, well been forced to. No, she had been told the truth, the real stories not the warped version. A recent discovery had made its way to Ella. Ella was not the only witch in her apparently all muggle family. No, her uncle had been a wizard, so had his wife and her cousin, and her second cousin. She sighed, Teddy had it hard, and she had when she had started in Hogwarts. Thing with being in first year, you had seven years of students, all very capable of beating the hell out of you. However once you were like her and a lot older you would never live it down if a bunch of first years beat you up. Less people to avoid basically as you got older.

Life had somehow got a bit more bearable for her. Her cousin, Tonks, well she called her Dora in her letters, but it was merely ruse in case they were read, well the contents of the letters would make it easy to figure out who Dora was. If they were read she knew she would go to Azkaban or be killed. It didn't take much for muggleborns to be sentenced. She was writing to an old member of the Order of the Phoenix, who was thought to be dead. Not only had they mocked the purebloods but also talked of rebellion. Dreams of course, dreams she hoped would come true. However it meant if anyone got a quick glance at the letter, and saw the name Dora they would not think of Nymphadora Lupin or Tonks as she preferred straight away without having a real good read of the letters

Ella was breathing slowly, she wanted to go, and she wanted to go back to her common room. She was tired. She didn’t look up as she heard the man shift. Waiting for the dismissal she hoped to get. Why was he like this, leave her alone for god's sake. Then he spoke. His words going to her. She ground her teeth, and looked up, her Hazel eyes meeting his, mistake one. She then spoke in her light Irish Lilt without thinking about what she was doing, a trait she had been told she had inherited off her Mother's side" Boring, Mudblood is not original sir" She then continued the words flowing from her like a flood breaking its banks. " Maybe try something else" She then paused and said the first thing that came into her head " Ferret" She then shot him a smirk. Then the mental slapping began, what had she done, she could almost feel the boys nearby gasp as she actually spoke the words.

You would think after seven years she would have learned, well Tonks had warned her, it was a family trait to act before thinking, resulting in more trouble.

[PROFESSOR DRACO MALFOY !]

never held down
NEVER RESTRAINED. VIRTUE'S FOOT TO THE THROAT. FREE OF BROKEN CHAINS.
THUS ALWAYS TO TYRANTS, LAUGH AT THE CONQUERED, THE VICTIMS NOW BETRAYED.

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Folding his paper in a neat manner, which would suggest he was nothing but a polite lad and a pleasant one at that, Draco draped the thing over a stack of essays. What came next he certainly never expected of her. Looking him in the eyes? How dare she! He was a Malfoy and Black, the purest of the pure, and yet she thought she could look him in the eyes? He could already feel the filth of it crawling over his skin ... making him feel dirty. He would definitely need a shower after teaching her a lesson. Draco's eyebrows rose and his mouth opened slightly as if he could not believe what he was seeing. A shudder of whispers waved through the gathering amount of kids in the back, some of approval. He'd address those who spoke in approval afterward.

Standing up, Draco drew his wand and pursed his lips. The coldness he embodied seemed to seep from his pores and spread, slow and sticky, across the floor. All of the children felt it and their hair stood on ends. For a moment, Draco was frozen. What had she called him? It only took a moment though for his body to begin working again.

He bared his teeth and pointed his wand at her in a rather aggressive motion, eyes widened. A spell shot from the tip of his wooden tool, an attempt to send her into a world of pain. "WHAT did you just call me?!" He snarled, voice low and hate filled. "And where, you filthy whore, did you hear that?" That line was spat out at her, Draco narrowing his eyes and staring down at her. Knowing the Professor was very much the type to lash out at random beings, be it their fault or not he was in such a state, when in this type of mood the other students had all left almost instantly after he'd sent the spell at her.

If there was one thing Draco could say he specialized in, it just may have been the art of clearing a room totally of students, when it had been nearly filled the moment before. He was almost saddened, seeing as how now he wouldn't be able to track down those who had almost seemed to approve of the little mudblood's words.

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THIS IS CLOSED, BABES, FOR VICKI / ELLA ! THE TUNES ARE HOLLOW MAN - TRAPT AND SUICIDAL DREAMS - SILVERCHAIR. DIG IT? I AIN'T COUNTIN' IT, SO NO COUNT FOR YOU, UNLESS YOU COUNT IT YOURSELF.

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[ELLA AMELIA SMITH !]

Ella Smith
Convince me that I've been sick forever.
And all of this,
Will make sense when I get better.

Looking at him she could see him start to act up. Just her standing there seemed to offend him, what difference was there in them. He was such an idiot, pompous and stupid. The professor was so high and mighty with himself, so what if he was rich? So what is he had a family of wizards and witches. She was just as good at magic as the purebloods in her year. In fact she wondered if that fact annoyed Professor Malfoy as Potions was her best subject, she was very good at it, he often put her in detention, but it was not because her work was wrong. Okay so he had an imaginative mind for making up excuses to punish her. She however knew he didn't need an excuse now; she had let her tongue get away from her. This whispers had tone of approval, she found that ironic as she was the only impure one in the room, she knew Draco will have heard it and they would be in for it too, but mostly likely, not as much as she was in for it. He stood and the silence that followed it was deadly. The temperature seemed to drop and a shiver ran down her, making her hair stand on end and goose bumps form. She knew she was in for it now. The word ferret meant more than she had intended obviously, well those Slytherins had probably known. The look on his face however, she was rooted to the spot, fear building up. It must have been bad, he was frozen in what seemed to be shock, maybe he had not expected a seventh year muggleborn to make such a mistake, she was normally good at keep her retorts to herself when it came to teachers.

His wand flew out and she began to take a step back when a spell hit her. She tensed then collapsed to her knees. Whimpering, she was trying not to cry but she felt her eyes watering, she blinked a lot to try and stop it, and she wouldn’t give him that satisfaction. She hugged herself as pain soared through her body. She felt like her skin was burning and that she was being beaten bruises on bruises. She gritted her teeth tightly to stop herself from biting her tongue. However she couldn't help but whimper as he stood above her now. She was on her knees before him; her hands wrapped around her body as though that was going to sooth it somehow, which it didn't. She ducked her chin in close to her chest, the lose strands of hair that always fell out of her pony tail fell in front of her face. She had barely heard his request, but she had unfortunately, she knew if she told him exactly who had said it they would then come after her and because they were pureblood her punishment was going to be worse anyway. She tried to speak, but couldn't, choking on the words before they came out before, she managed to rasp out quickly " Some boys" she gasped, then added " I can't remember who". She looked up for a second, her eyes were watery as she fought back tears, she was looking for mercy, bah he was merciless, and she had looked in vain.