Just Like Her Father
Fandom:HP
Title: Just Like Her Father
Pairings/Characters: Lucille Malfoy
Rating: G
Summary: Lucille Malfoy is sorted, and makes a friend.
A/N: For Haley. Who did not request H/S. O.O
"Malfoy, Lucille.”
Professor Snape sneered slightly as he called her name
Lucille gazed at him coolly - she didn’t know much about the man, other than the fact that he was Head of Slytherin House, her mother’s former teacher, and her father’s former acquaintance. There was judgment in his cold, black eyes as they rested upon her pale eyes, pale skin, and pale hair… she was just like her father.
One foot in front of the other, she approached the stool - head held high, ignoring a few roaming whispers. Her mother had warned her, had told her not to pay attention. She would not listen to them, she would not pay attention, she would not care - she was better than them.
Just like her father.
She sat on the stool and looked straight out at the masses of students. The Sorting Hat was the most worn and hideous thing to ever touch her head, and she would be glad when it had called her house out, and she would not be forced to bear it one second longer.
“RAVENCLAW!”
She froze.
Her father would not be pleased.
Oh, her mother would be thrilled, of course.
But, her father was always more difficult to please.
This was not good.
“Miss Malfoy - we are not at your home, and however spoiled you might be, you are not the desired centre of attention, anymore. Please get up and go to your house table, so the other students may be sorted.”
Lucille shot him a look of pure venom, feeling that her father’s displeasure would be worth not having Professor Snape as Head of House. She stood gracefully and walked proudly to the table of students whose black robes were sparked with blue and silver.
A few of them eyed her apprehensively - they knew who she was. Her mother had warned her… but she had said it would be worse amongst the Slytherins. These were the Ravenclaws. There was a flicker of panic, but she did not show it. Just like her father.
She took her seat, ready to turn back to the sorting - but a young boy smiled at her.
“Hi.”
She offered him a weak smile. He offered her his hand.
“I’m Phillip - Phillip Bellemont.”
“I’m Lucille Malfoy."
“So I heard,” he said - he gestured at Professor Snape and the Sorting Hat - now atop ‘Northson, Caradoc’.
He was quiet for a moment. And he looked to Lucille again. She realised he was very nervous, and felt a bit sorry for him.
“I - I’m not used to this... stuff. This world,” he told her, glancing up at the starry ceiling. “My mum and dad aren’t magical.”
“Oh, you’re a Muggleborn?” Lucille asked, sparing him only a second of her gaze. She thought again of her father. Her father would not like her consorting with Muggleborns. Phillip gave a shy smile and a nod, and Lucille realised she didn’t care about pleasing her father at that particular moment. Phillip wasn’t from their world; Phillip knew nothing about her mother, or her father, or about any of the things that people said about Lucille...
She glanced at the Slytherin table, a few of them were throwing snide glances her way. She tore her eyes away again, and looked at the remaining unsorted first years, knowing Sirius would get Gryffindor, just like Mr Potter.
She smiled again at Phillip. For the first, Lucille was pleased not to be just like her father.
Title: Just Like Her Father
Pairings/Characters: Lucille Malfoy
Rating: G
Summary: Lucille Malfoy is sorted, and makes a friend.
A/N: For Haley. Who did not request H/S. O.O
"Malfoy, Lucille.”
Professor Snape sneered slightly as he called her name
Lucille gazed at him coolly - she didn’t know much about the man, other than the fact that he was Head of Slytherin House, her mother’s former teacher, and her father’s former acquaintance. There was judgment in his cold, black eyes as they rested upon her pale eyes, pale skin, and pale hair… she was just like her father.
One foot in front of the other, she approached the stool - head held high, ignoring a few roaming whispers. Her mother had warned her, had told her not to pay attention. She would not listen to them, she would not pay attention, she would not care - she was better than them.
Just like her father.
She sat on the stool and looked straight out at the masses of students. The Sorting Hat was the most worn and hideous thing to ever touch her head, and she would be glad when it had called her house out, and she would not be forced to bear it one second longer.
“RAVENCLAW!”
She froze.
Her father would not be pleased.
Oh, her mother would be thrilled, of course.
But, her father was always more difficult to please.
This was not good.
“Miss Malfoy - we are not at your home, and however spoiled you might be, you are not the desired centre of attention, anymore. Please get up and go to your house table, so the other students may be sorted.”
Lucille shot him a look of pure venom, feeling that her father’s displeasure would be worth not having Professor Snape as Head of House. She stood gracefully and walked proudly to the table of students whose black robes were sparked with blue and silver.
A few of them eyed her apprehensively - they knew who she was. Her mother had warned her… but she had said it would be worse amongst the Slytherins. These were the Ravenclaws. There was a flicker of panic, but she did not show it. Just like her father.
She took her seat, ready to turn back to the sorting - but a young boy smiled at her.
“Hi.”
She offered him a weak smile. He offered her his hand.
“I’m Phillip - Phillip Bellemont.”
“I’m Lucille Malfoy."
“So I heard,” he said - he gestured at Professor Snape and the Sorting Hat - now atop ‘Northson, Caradoc’.
He was quiet for a moment. And he looked to Lucille again. She realised he was very nervous, and felt a bit sorry for him.
“I - I’m not used to this... stuff. This world,” he told her, glancing up at the starry ceiling. “My mum and dad aren’t magical.”
“Oh, you’re a Muggleborn?” Lucille asked, sparing him only a second of her gaze. She thought again of her father. Her father would not like her consorting with Muggleborns. Phillip gave a shy smile and a nod, and Lucille realised she didn’t care about pleasing her father at that particular moment. Phillip wasn’t from their world; Phillip knew nothing about her mother, or her father, or about any of the things that people said about Lucille...
She glanced at the Slytherin table, a few of them were throwing snide glances her way. She tore her eyes away again, and looked at the remaining unsorted first years, knowing Sirius would get Gryffindor, just like Mr Potter.
She smiled again at Phillip. For the first, Lucille was pleased not to be just like her father.