Danielle walked into the room, a smug placed firmly on her pale lips. Her crisp blonde hair was tied back in a sturdy bun today, her rather tanned skin standing out amongst the rest of the students. She didn't even care about this class, for she was going to end up turning against it anyway. Her parents longed for her to join the 'Dark Side,' to become a Death Eater - for that alliance, no matter where on the globe, remained the exact same. Lord Voldemort was the same in any part of the world, and he terrorized each area equally with his menacing horror.
Now, don't get the idea that Dani liked that sort of thing. No, for as long as she could remember, she'd been against Voldemort's sly alliances, always wishing that she'd been born into - dare she even mention it! - a Muggle family. Then maybe she wouldn't have had all the increasing pressures of Pureblood life.
But never once would she dare to call someone a Mudblood. It simply wasn't done - maybe her parents would say such things, but Danielle would never allow herself to stoop to such a level that making up foolish names would make her feel any better about herself. It was pathetic, in her eyes.
She stood at an average height and with a slightly boyish build, her curves just barely standing out - as they should have been, at eleven years old, after all. Danielle had always been idolized for her beauty, watched from afar, but it drove her crazy. Honestly, if she'd had one wish, she would've wished to look normal. Was that too much to ask?
Danielle stepped into place, calmly taking a seat on the floor. It was in her nature to not 'always' follow the rules, and at the moment, well, she wanted to sit. It felt right. Besides, she hadn't the faintest clue of what they were doing, and although she usually liked to retreat to herself, the Crotalus would've liked a partner greatly to help her through. Preferrably intelligent, so she wouldn't have to explain this simple arithmetic to them.