Sang Qui Lie

Artemis sighed deeply as she watched the house elves hurriedly pack up her personals. She cringed as Lanty, her personal house elf, fought with the knots in her extensive locks of raven hair. The old house elf mumbled something about "...pesky young woman and their insistence on taking strolls in the woods at 2 in the morning."

Artemis grinned slightly at this. Her blue eyes, full of the traditional Malfoy steely glint, glimmered mischievously. Roaming the woods was pure magic, unlike anything that could be taught at Durmstrang. Being an Animagus was simply wonderful. A sharp rap at the door drew Artemis out of her thoughts. "Yes?"

Cassandra stepped into Artemis's room and frowned slightly. "You're still not dressed? You are away Dads wants us ready to leave in half an hour?"

Cassandra was dressed in sea foam green robes with turquoise jewelry. Her hair was looped back into a simple bun at the nape of her neck. Clutched protectively to her side was a cage with her pet owl, Nanook, hooting contentedly inside.

"Cass, I'm not going to hold us up. Are you in a particular hurry to get to Draco's house?" Artemis lifted an eyebrow as she stood up and examined her mane of hair that had been pulled back into a French braid. "I wasn't aware of your utter eagerness to go meet dear Auntie Narcissa and Uncle Lucius."

"Artemis. You know I despise Draco. He's an arrogant pompous flea bag. I do not want to go."

Artemis sighed and sat down heavily on her bed. "Yet we have no choice." Her eyes and face were cold as she spoke these words. Cassandra bit her lip as she turned to leave. "We have ten minutes, " she mumbled.

Artemis sobbed slightly as she picked up a picture of the Durmstrang Quidditch team. The slightly younger version of herself waved eagerly and glanced at Cassandra behind her. A bat hung from Artemis's hand. It swung somewhat, bumping into a boy next to her. The boy had his arm draped over her shoulder, a matching bat clutched in his hand. His dark blonde hair fell in his merry and dangerous blue eyes. On the other side of Artemis stood another girl. She leaned over and whispered something into Artemis's ear. Her brown hair barely touched her jaw line and her brownish black eyes shone with intelligence.

The girl was Miranda White, Artemis's best friend, and the best Chaser Durmstrang had seen in years. The boy was Brent Zimmerman, Artemis's on-again-off-again (currently off again) boyfriend and the other Beater of the team. Artemis wondered when she's see her Quidditch team again, if ever, now that she was going to Hogwarts. Angrily, Artemis slammed the picture back down onto the desk.

Echo, Artemis's pet kneazle, growled angrily as her case was carried out into the hall. "Quiet down, it's time to go." Artemis joined her sister at the top of the stairs, her suitcase levitating behind her. They shared a look of sheer dislike before going down the stairs.