• The compartment door slid open with a crash, and a very perturbed-looking Draco Malfoy dropped into a seat with a grumble. "I hate this place!" He muttered, crossing his arms across his

    chest and glaring at the floor as if he wanted it to explode. "I hate this school, this train, this FOOD--" He shook a pumpin pasty violently, "And that damned POTTER." Draco stared

    murderously at the floor a few moments, then he happened to glance up. His eyes went wide as saucers as he realized that the compartment was not as empty as it had looked. "W-Where the HELL did

    you come from?!" he spluttered.

    Now that the exciting angsty performance was over, Lilith cracked her gum, dissapointed, and went back to her book. She didn't exactly feel that Draco merited a response.

    Sure, his father could be a little scary, but Malfoy the Senior had a cane with a sword hidden in it. Did Draco? No... Therefore, he was not worth her time.

    Draco obviously thought otherwise. "Answer me, you!" he shouted, getting to his feet and standing over her in a manner he obviously thought was ominous.

    "Hi, Malfoy," Lilith replied absently, turning to the next page in her book. It was just a cheap Muggle romance novel, but the sword fight scene between the two dashing male characters

    over the ravishingly beautiful female character was coming up and Lilith really liked swordfights. "Could you go away? This is interesting, and you're spoiling it."

    His gray eyes narrowed. "Who are you, anyway? You look..." He scratched his forehead in deep thought. "Familiar."

    Lilith sighed. Apparently she wasn't going to get the peace and quiet she wanted, so the conquest between Don Montere' and Don Santiago would have to wait for a more opportune time.

    Like, Potions class, or something. "I think we've met before," she said, smiling as sweet a smile as she could muster under the circumstances. "I'm Lilith Artamos. My dad knows your dad."

    "How do they know each other? Are we related?"

    This was why she didn't hang out with those Slytherins, former or current. They always assumed anybody important was related to them. That's why they were so dumb, Lilith decided. Too

    much damn inbreeding.

    "We might be," she said with a shrug.

    "Oh. That's interesting." He sat back down, then glanced over his shoulder nervously. "Uh...are you a Slytherin? Cause if you're not, I should leave. I can't be seen with your lot."

    Lilith was tempted to lie and say she was a Gryffindor, just to get him to leave, but she was getting curious about his lack of company, so she told the truth. "I'm Slytherin, don't worry. So,

    why are you here on your own? What happened to Tweedledee and Tweedledum--er, I mean, Crabbe and Goyle?" She fumbled with the pages of her book.

    "Ditched 'em." He looked away. "Can't have them around to talk to, cousre, they're so thick they'd go blabbing." Draco glared at her. "If you blab, kid, then you're dead!"

    "Uh...yeah. Okay," she said, putting on a scared little girl facade. Inwardly she was extemely pleased with hersef. She had blackmail information! Whoo!

    Now to get rid of Blondie. "So! Nice talking to you," Lilith said, putting down her book and standing up. "Could you leave now? I'd like to change."

    Draco blinked. "Uh...the train's still what, hours away from Hogwarts? It gets there about five o'clock."

    Lilith gritted her teeth. This was going to be harder than she expected. "It's always five o'clock in Margaritaville." She began to sing, affecting an off-key, fake, and nasally tenor.

    "Wastin' away again in Margaritaville..."

    Slowly, Draco backed away towards the door, cautiously pulling his wand out of his pocket. "What're you doing?" he demanded.

    "Searchin' for my lost shaker song!" She began to sing louder. "Some people say, that there's a WOMAN to blame..."

    Draco was inching his way out the door.

    "But I know...its all my own fault," she finished. Darco stared at her wide eyed a moment, then took off down the corridor.

    A boy with mousy brown hair poked his head out his compartment, a disgusted frown on his face. "Was that someone SINGING?" he exclaimed.

    Lilith pointed at Draco's dissapearing back. "Yeah. Him."

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    "Got nuthin' to show off but my new tattoo..." Lilith sang in her normal voice, which sounded qutie pleasnt thank-you very much.

    Severus Snape looked up from his desk, a pained look on his face. "You did WHAT?"

    "It's a real beauty..." She sat on an upturned cauldron and adjusted her robes around her. "A Mexican cutie..."

    Now dear old Uncle Sevvie looked positively lost.

    "How it got here, I have no clue..." Lilith stopped singing and smiled, a real smile this time. "Hi Marvin. How was your summer?" When he didn't answer, she rolled up her sleeve and

    stuck out her arm. "I got an airbrush tattoo, since Daddy wouldn't brand me. Do ya like it?"

    Severus looked at the snake-tongued skull and sighed. "I wouldn't go showing that off to anyone around campus. They're not that into the Dark Arts." Then he raised an eyebrow. "Did you

    call me MARVIN?"

    "Hell's yeah. Daddy got me a DVD player for my birthday."

    He stared. "Uh..."

    She shook her head. "Don't ask." She stood up to go. "So, I just wanted to warn you, there may be a little mayhem going on tomorrow in the Slytherin Common Room. So, now that you've

    been warned, I think I'll go there and set it up." she reached into her pocket, pulled out her book and out of the book pulled a good old fashioned tape recorder.

    Severus groaned. "Did you have to pick the first day of school to start? Could'nt you wait until, Halloween, or something?"

    Lilith thought about this a minute. "Mmmm...No."

    That next day, Vincent Crabbe and Godfrey Goyle woke up not to the sound of their magical clock radios, but the sound of Draco Malfoy ditching them and calling them thick. After about

    twenty minutes of hitting the snooze button, they finally realized they had been insulted and went for Draco's jugular silmultaneously.

    Lilith smiled serenely to herself as she began her letter to her father. He would be pleased to hear of how she had denounced that prat of a boy. Lord Voldemort would have fun goading

    Lucius about the dismantlation of his spoiled son...