Just as expected from him, Harry Potter. Being the boy who live is the house that he is destined to be in from the moment he was born.
'Same as he gonna die in the dark lord hand that his parents.' Lyra smirk just by the thought of his death. It seen like that her hatred toward him has always gone mad, and a Malfoy will never let someone talk down on them, especially their offer.
"Well, isn't this year gonna exited?" A boy beside her, looking at her with what people can call it 'respect'.
"Indeed." Lyra said shorter, peeking her eyes around the Slytherin table, finding her whole house is looking at her, well this is normal for her. Her father being the most known as the dark lord's right hand, and most trusted, is not surprising for the Slytherin to be respect towards her and watching her every moves.
"Heiress Malfoy, Lyra Malfoy." handed her hand forward toward the boy in front of her, she offered him a kind smile, 'I'm not rude to all people.'
"Heir Marc, Lucas Marc, third years." As boy who now known as Lucas Marc said, shaking her delicate hand softly, copying her way of introducing. It did surely make Lyra giggle and some of her housemates laughs, which cause some weird look from other house.
Sign from Ravenclaw, 'they probably gonna do someone wild again.'
Sign but with a happy smile from Hufflepuff, 'why are we not surprised anymore.'
And suspicious from the Gryffindor, with a angry first year, who not surprisingly is Harry Potter looking at her. If look could kill, Lyra probably gonna be dead along ago.
