Quidditch Team

                                    

                                          
Druella held Morgana close as she walked to Narcissa's new class, Magical Heritage and Defense. She'd heard the rumors and protests from students who missed Muggle Studies, though Druella doubted anyone would say that to her face. Even Druella felt a pang of nerves, wondering how Narcissa would approach a class that replaced such a contentious subject. This is the first class but every Friday the year will have this class. Narcissa is doing this to start the class so everyone knows the structure. "Morgana stay close we must be careful now." Druella whispered to her. Holding her "We must do our best now." Druella reminded her she kept a close watch.
As Druella reached the classroom, all of Third Year was here as expected Hermione approached her. "Druella," she said, her face thoughtful. "What do you think about the class?"
Druella shifted Morgana in her arms, keeping her expression neutral. "I'm... interested to see what it's about."
Hermione hesitated. "I don't agree with Headmistress Malfoy removing Muggle Studies," she said softly.
Druella stood with an air of conviction, her beliefs about Muggles clear and unwavering. "Hermione, you know my stance on this matter," she declared, her voice firm. Hermione, however, shook her head in disappointment. "You should at least try to understand why people feel frustrated about it," she urged, trying to appeal to Druella's sense of empathy.
Druella decided to dismiss the conversation, her expression growing stern. "Let's just head to class," she insisted, eager to move on. 
"Okay, but we definitely can't ignore this subject," Hermione replied, her determination evident. Druella bit her tongue, suppressing her initial urge to debate further, knowing that it wasn't the right time or place.
At that moment, Harry and Ron approached, disrupting the tension between the two girls. Ron eyed Morgana with visible unease. "Let's see how she 'teaches' this new class," he muttered under his breath, skepticism lining his words.
Morgana, ever-spirited and unapologetically feisty, fixed her gaze on the rat peeking out from Ron's pocket. Druella felt a wave of tension wash over her and tightened her grip on Morgana, who seemed ready to pounce. "Not now, Morgana. We're in class; you can handle him later. Or wait until dinner when I'll have your favorite for you," Druella whispered, attempting to calm her companion. Morgana's claws lightly snagged on Druella's sleeve, her agitation palpable.
"Get your cat under control," Ron said with a hint of annoyance as his own pet skittered back into the safety of his pocket, clearly uncomfortable with the confrontation brewing between the magical creatures. 
"She's fine," she replied, giving Morgana a gentle pat. "Stop attacking I don't care if you do it outside of class but do it when he's not looking. Crookshanks isn't here for you to play with." Druella whispered to her. Morgana purred and Druella stroked her slowly. Druella ignored Draco's sneer as he entered, walking straight up to Hermione and me. "Filthy Mudblood," he spat, his voice a venomous whisper.
Hermione flinched, and Harry shot him a furious glare. "No one asked you, Malfoy!"
Draco turned to Druella, a hurt edge in his voice. "Druella, say something! Why are you even talking to them?"
Druella cast her gaze away, deliberately maintaining her composure. "I don't care," she replied flatly, the edge in her voice betraying her irritation. Morgana, sitting nearby, purred softly, keenly aware of Druella's annoyance and pleased with the unspoken tension in the air.
Draco shot her a glare, clearly expecting her to come to his defense. Instead, Druella spoke up, her voice steady. "That's for calling me Goldilocks and Dolly. Honestly, Goldilocks isn't even a clever nickname. I'm not blonde like you, Draco." He scoffed, a smug expression crossing his face. "Well, you certainly think you're perfect, don't you?"