Veiled Hearts ~ HP Fanfiction (Harry Potter X OC)

Chapter 2: Shadows of Sophistication

The ceiling in the Great Hall was still gloomy; heavy clouds of Pewter gray swirled overhead as the slytherin students examined their new course schedules at breakfast. A few seats along, the Marcus Flint and Adrian pusey were discussing making their way into the Triwizard Tournament.

There was a sudden rustling noise above them, and a hundred owls came soaring through the open windows carrying the morning mail. Instinctively, Celestia looked up, The owls circled the tables, looking for the people to whom their letters and packages were addressed. The Malfoy's eagle owl had landed on his shoulder, carrying what looked like their usual supply of sweets and cakes from home.

Draco threw a letter at her absentmindedly, "yours," he said, opening the package with great happiness. "I'll give your share in the common room" said Draco, Celestia hummed, chumming on her sandwich.

After breakfast, Celestia Malfoy leads her group of Slytherin girls confidently through the corridors of Hogwarts, her silver-blue eyes glinting with determination. The first day of classes promised new challenges and opportunities for her to assert her dominance.

Entering the Transfiguration classroom, Celestia took her seat at the front, flanked by her loyal companions. There was Daphne Greengrass, with her sharp wit and cunning intellect, always ready with a sassy remark to match Celestia's own. Then there was Astoria, Daphne's younger sister, whose innocent facade belied her fierce loyalty and determination. And finally, there was Millicent Bulstrode, with her imposing presence and unwavering loyalty, always eager to prove herself worthy of the Slytherin house.

As Professor McGonagall began her lecture, Celestia listened with keen interest, her mind already racing ahead to the practical applications of the spells they would be learning. Transfiguration was a complex branch of magic, and Celestia was determined to master it with grace and precision.

"Today, we will be focusing on the principles of human transfiguration," Professor McGonagall announced, her voice crisp and authoritative. "I expect complete attention and dedication from each of you. Transfiguration is not to be taken lightly."

Celestia exchanged a knowing glance with Daphne, a smirk playing at the corners of her lips. "Sounds like our cue to cause a bit of mischief," Daphne whispered, her eyes sparkling with mischief.

Celestia chuckled softly, nodding in agreement. "I couldn't agree more."

But as the lesson progressed, Celestia found herself increasingly annoyed by Pansy Parkinson's constant chatter, the girl's voice piercing through the otherwise quiet classroom.

"Ms Parkinson, if you have something to contribute to the lesson, please do so," Professor McGonagall said, her tone sharp and pointed. "Otherwise, I suggest you keep your comments to yourself."

Pansy flushed with embarrassment, her eyes narrowing in frustration as she turned her attention back to her textbook. Celestia suppressed a smirk, finding satisfaction in Pansy's discomfort.

Meanwhile, Draco Malfoy and his friends sat a few rows behind Celestia, their heads together as they whispered conspiratorially. Celestia couldn't help but overhear snippets of their conversation, her curiosity piqued by their secretive demeanor.

As the lesson progressed further, Celestia couldn't resist stirring up trouble among the Ravenclaws seated nearby. With a toss of her perfectly coiffed hair, she leaned over to Daphne and whispered, "Do you think they'll ever manage to transfigure their personalities into something less dull?"

Daphne stifled a laugh, shooting Celestia a mischievous grin. "I doubt it," she replied, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "Some people are just destined to be boring."