I have brown eyes. Though my left has a large fragment of grey in it. If you imagine a ham and pineapple pizza cut into slices, and imagine one of those slices being pepperoni instead, that’s what it’s like. My dad says it’s quirky but I think it makes me look weird.
I have blonde hair, it’s very long and in need of a trim-my mother won’t let me cut it though. I’m hoping this Christmas to hack a load of it off when she goes away on holiday, and send over the cuttings in a nicely wrapped parcel (I‘m joking). But when I do cut it it’ll be a whole ‘New Year New Hair’ deal. I cannot wait.
I’m about average height. Okay a little shorter than average. But only by an inch.
I’m sixteen this November. My star sign is a Scorpio.
I’d say I’m quite slender. Skinny genes have yet to skip a generation on my mothers side. But I’m not bony or anything, don’t start picturing me as some malnourished teen.
I’m an only child. I don’t mind that really, there’s not too many people I can stand anyway, and I like my own company.
Regrettably I’d say I have a serious case of ‘foot in mouth syndrome’. I can’t help it, most of the time it’s completely accidental. I always seem to be in the wrong place at the wrong time and then just happen to say the wrong things at the wrong time. Not so long ago I got myself into a situation so bad I actually considered going to St. Mungo’s and getting my trap permanently shut.
I also have a bit of a temper. I’m pretty sure most people now think I’m half-girl half-psycho.
I love my best friends. They’re the only two girls who don’t think I’m half-girl half-psycho. I’ve known Sadie and Ayanna for as long as I can remember. Although we’re not all in the same House at Hogwarts it doesn’t make a difference. Not too much of a difference anyway.
Oh and lastly I’m a Malfoy. The first female Malfoy to be born for at least two hundred years or something. I use to listen to my dad go on about it when I was little but when you hear the same story every night before you go to bed it gets kinda boring so I‘ve lost interest. Anyway, I’m Avalee Malfoy. Though everyone calls me Ava.
This will be an account of my life, and my most recent disasters as a teenage witch.
Sadie is one of my best friends. She’s also of the lesbionage nature if you know what I mean. But Ayanna and I are cool with it, pluss I think it’s better we know. She’s still hiding in the closet so for her it must help that at least someone knows. I’ve tried to persuade her to ‘come out’ but she won’t. In fact she’s absolutely adamant that her secret stays hidden. I disapprove greatly.
She’s always complaining about how she hates being chatted up by boys. Well I’m fairly certain that it would stop if she told everyone she likes girls. Pluss she’d find a girlfriend in no time at all looking the way she does.
The only way I can describe her is ‘fairy’ like. Not real ‘fairy-like’ with the whole 3 sets of razor teeth and blue skin, but like Tinkerbelle from Disney’s Peter Pan. She’s got these electric blue eyes the size of dinner plates, and natural platinum blonde hair that’s always been cut in a sexy bob. And her skins sun kissed, it tans beautifully unlike mine. Which just turns tomato red if it can even smell a hint of sunshine.
Ayanna is the complete opposite of Sadie. Her skin is like the colour of coffee beans, and her hair is so dark and shiny in the sunlight it looks like black oil. Her eyes are brown like mine just without
the harsh straight eyebrows. Her brows remind me of a cat, beautifully arched.
I’d say she’s the most popular of the group, with the boys anyway. Honestly I don’t blame them, she’s like a model at 5’10, with never ending legs.
It’s so unfair.
You’ll never see her without a boyfriend, though neither me or Sadie judges her. She explained it once, every boy she’s been with she’s always felt ‘A love’ for. Though the way I’m going on about her I’ve probably made her seem really easy. She’s not. There’s not been that many boys.
But compared to the closeted lesbian and the human born boy repellent it may seem so.
Anyway back to me. I’m telling you this cause basically I am currently stuck in detention with Professor Binns. We’ve been in here so long he’s fallen asleep, and is now standing 2ft above the ground rotating very slowly on the spot. For those of you that don’t know professor Binns is a ghost.
The most boring ghost Hogwarts has ever had the stupidity to house.
I don’t usually get detentions. Infact in my six years of studying at Hogwarts school of witchcraft and wizardry, this is only my second.
Neither detentions might I add, have been my fault. I always seem to be in the wrong place at the wrong time. This time especially.
At the end of lunch I was on my way the my Defence against the dark art class via a shortcut, when out of no where, a hand grabs me and pulls me into a classroom.
I scream and make a lot of general noise, hitting my attacker with the book I was holding when Professor Binns floats through the wall. Just my luck.
Anyway, I look over to have a good look at who’s grabbed me to give them a very harsh stare and silent hex and guess who’s standing there. James Sirius Potter. The second.
The most arrogant, selfish idiot I have ever had the misfortune to know.
My dad always said they were trouble.
Behind Potter the rest of the Weasley crew emerge wide eyed, probably from my battering of James. Most of them I don’t mind, but I knew already that they’ve been up to no good and I’m about to get caught in the loop.
Cue Avalee’s plea of innocence.
“Professor whatev-
“Quiet Ava. Now,” he says with a disgruntled look and dangerous tone. “It is staggeringly obvious that you lot have set off the firework dung bombs in the corridor”.
“And the Great Hall” beams James.
I swear, the book was shaking in my hand.
“Professor I-
“Quiet! All of you detention at 5 o ‘clock sharp!”. I tried to make him see sense, but ‘my attitude’ got me an extra hour of detention. Before I knew what had hit me Professor Binns had a parchment and quill signing our names down in the air.
I am livid. He I am at 6 o clock, dinner has already finished and I have yet another hour of writing ‘I must not use dung bombs as a weapon on school grounds’. I’ve already broken three quills out of anger.
Breathing heavily through my nose I try my best to dip my fourth quill into the ink with delicacy.
“Watch your spelling Malfoy”.
My head spins round and meets James. His nose is so close to mine it takes all I have not to head butt him. His stupid smile is spread across his face and he points to my repeated sentences. I look down and yes, I have misspelt ‘weapon’. But it was only the once and it was probably cause I was so frustrated with being here.
“Walk away Potter” I snarl.
Seeing sense he does, but not before he throws me a wink as he walks out the door with the rest of his family.
I swear one day I will be the one who kills that boy.
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