Mary Morgenstern was not eager at all about starting her last school year. She was not happy to have switched schools yet again. First year through third year she was happy at Armstrong. Relatively creepy, freezing, but stable. She learned how to speak, read, and write Russian, Bulgarian, and German there. Then she was shipped off to Beauxbatons in France. Nice change of pace, gorgeous, and she learned how to speak, read, and write French and Spanish there. She spent her fourth through sixth years there. And now, for whatever reasons she wasn't told, she had to finish up her education at Hogwarts in Scotland.
All she had to her name was her school books, school clothes, and a top of the line broom. All she knew was that she had a very wealthy and generous benefactor that she had never ever met before. At least, not that she remembered. She was an orphan, a bastard. Or as the popular term was that mundanes used today...Foster child. She never knew her parents, never met them. She didn't know she was the bastard daughter of the most feared Dark Wizard of all time, Lord Voldemort.
Furthermore, she was hiding alone in her own compartment on the train. What was so humiliating about this whole fucking thing was that she had to be Sorted with the first years. Great way to start off the school year. As if she didn't have a hard enough of a time trying to keep her past and her little abilities hidden. Turning into smoke was one of them. Speaking to snakes was another. She later learned that that ability was called Parseltongue. Turning into shadow was another. That one was fun. Walking through walls was another. All of those abilities tended to freak people out, so she never openly talked about them. She hated the reputation of being the school freak. She got made fun of enough for being the school prodigy.<|im_end|>
Draco had been trying to find a private compartment to hide out in until the train arrived in Scotland, but what he wasn't expecting when he opened the door to the compartment, hoping it was unoccupied, was the busty teenager that was actually seated inside. "Sorry... I thought this was empty," he told her as he turned to leave again, but he couldn't get her boobs out of his mind. When he turned to leave, he decided against it and turned back to look at her. "Are you okay? You seem lost in thought." He spoke, not knowing who she was or why she was going to Hogwarts when she was definitely old enough to be finishing her schooling off at whatever school she had been in before for her first six years.<|im_end|>