Just then the cabin's door slid open again, revealing a short, bespectacled girl struggling with several parcels and trunks. Turning, she nudged the door closed with her foot, muttering waspishly about chivalry.
Catching sight of the tall silver-blonde standing a few feet away, she called, "Well don't just stand there like a git, Malfoy! Help me!" The Slytherin grimaced, but took the largest of her trunks while she beamed up at him.
Quicksilver grinned and waved at Laurel. The Slytherin girl's reddish brown hair fell in soft ringlets to her shoulders and her robes were slightly askew. Within five minutes of meeting her, with her open face and cheerful manner, most would instantly say "Hufflepuff". Sometimes the Sorting Hat surprised them all.
What was really surprising, though, was Draco's reaction to her-- it wasn't like a Malfoy to tolerate a half-born wizard, even a fellow Slytherin, without a few choice remarks. Quicksilver supposed it was the Gand family name, which dated back at least as far as the four Hogwart's founders.
"Pleasant summer, Laurel?" Gerald asked, eyes twinkling.
"Gerrrrrrrrr!" Laurel shrieked and dashed over to the other blonde. "Tolerable. Oh, it's simply marvelous to see you, it's been ages!" She gave him a quick peck on the cheek and grinned possessively at Quicksilver. She carelessly spilled the rest of her packages into the empty seat beside Gerald and returned her attention to the other Slytherin present, who was struggling to lift Laurel's trunk into the overhead compartment.
"Honestly, where are those two hulking lumps of yours when you need one, Draco?" she said, reaching up underneath him to push. He grunted in reply. Finally the trunk squeezed in.
"Thanks." Laurel touched Draco's wrist. He smiled at her briefly, then touched the silver badge on her robes.
"What's this, then?" he asked. "You're a prefect?"
Gerald looked closer and saw that Laurel was indeed sporting a polished silver badge with the letter "P" on her robes. "Well, congratulations!" he said, grinning.
Laurel laughed and swept her other packages off the upholestry before sitting down as close to Ger as she could, ignoring Quicksilver's dagger-glare. "Yes, I just got the owl last week. It's quite an honor. Of course, I'd had a hint of it before, in a vision." Laurel was already showing some talent for Divination, and more often than not her predictions came true. She cuddled a bit closer, then patted the seat next to her. "Here, Draco, you might as well sit down. I've brought snacks for us all!"
Laurel unwrapped one of her parcels as Draco sat down.
"What'd you buy?" Quicksilver asked.
"They were already out of Chocolate Frogs... I'm sorry, Ger, I know you like them... but I did get cases and cases of Pocky's Flavour Dipped Magic Wands for us to share." She tossed a package of coconut flavoured to Draco and strawberry to Gerald.
With a catty grin, Laurel handed another package to Quicksilver. "I thought lemon-dipped would match that sour expression perfectly, darling." With a giggle, she hid behind Gerald as the other girl lunged for her, growling. "Aaahhh! Ger, safe meeeee!" she cried.
Gerald shook his head, and separated the two girls. "Calm down! You're both Slytherins.... act like it. And you a Prefect this term...."
Unrepentant, Laurel shrugged and unwrapped her own magic wand, twice as large as the others and a dark chocolate colour.
"What in the world is THAT?" Draco choked, staring at the girl as she brought the candy to her lips.
"Men's Extra Long Flavour!" Laurel smirked.
"Go, Laurel!" Quicksilver exclaimed, and the two grinned impishly at Tarrant, who was blushing slightly.
"Oh, by the way, I invited Jen to come visit. I asked her to bring Ozymandias back as I couldn't manage him and all these packages."
That was another personality quirk of Laurel's, Quicksilver reflected, enjoying her magic wands. She had the strangest friendships outside of Slytherin, even with Gryffindors!
Draco groaned theatrically. "Oh, God, not her! She's worse than that Weasley girl, always mooning about over Potter. I don't see why you insist on consorting with those Gryffindors."
Laurel huffed and said, "Jen's my friend, and you will be nice to her, Malfoy."
"And why should I, she's just a Mud--"
The temperature in the cabin chilled several degrees as Laurel fixed Malfoy with a calm stare. Then she spoke quietly.
"Why? Because if you aren't I will rip out your spleen and feed it to my rat." She smiled brightly at Draco, who was looking rather pale... that is to say, paler, at the thought.
Gerald exchanged an amused glance with Quicksilver. Laurel was already chatting about her summer as if she hadn't a care in the world.
Defnitely a Slytherin, Quicksilver thought.