In the Eyes of the Eagle

Chapter Two: Part 1: Last Minute Emergencies

Lizzie was throwing clothes around her room, searching for the perfect outfit to wear. It was only just a few days before the Christmas Ball at Hogwarts. She was currently in her room in the Slytherin headquarters. Professor Snape had personally made see to it that as a Malfoy, a Malfoy always had their own room.

“Lizzie, what on earth are you doing?” a voice suddenly said.

Lizzie turned around and began speaking in French.

{AN: Afraid of being wrong about the words in French, I just won't put them in French. Just consider yourself lucky to not have to translate them yourself.}

“What do you mean? There are only a matter of days before the Christmas Ball and I still don't have anything to wear! And how am I supposed to go to the ball with Michael if I don't have anything to wear. Although, he probably wouldn't mind that but still!” Lizzie rambled on in French.

“Ok hold on!” Lizzie's best friend, Nicole said. “I'm starting to get used to the different languages you speak. But if I translated correctly from what you just said, it's time for us to go to Hogsmeade. And Michael who? You never told me about him! How many languages do you speak?”

“Six,” Lizzie said. “It's not even the weekend yet and you're saying for us to go shopping?”

“Dang woman! I can let alone barely speak two and yet you've mastered six!” Nicole said. “And yes, shopping. We're going. I know you have an invisibility cloak. And don't lie to me about that. I saw you buy it last time we were in Knockturn Alley. Now tell me about this Michael person. Who is he? What house is he?”

“When are we leaving? And how the hell did you find out about me being in Knockturn Alley? Potter, Gryffindor,” Lizzie said.

“Now,” Nicole said, as she put the cloak around her and Lizzie, went into the fireplace and shouted, “W3!”

W3 meaning, Fred and George's new joke shop.

“Lizzie!” Fred said. “What on earth are you doing here for? Aren't you supposed to be at Hogwarts?”

“Uncle Fred, since when have you cared if I skipped school or not? Considering you did that every chance you got, unless Grandma Weasley put a restriction spell on you,” Lizzie fired back.

“You are too much like your father,” George said, coming in. “What do you need? And we promise your parents won't know of this whole ordeal.”

“We're shopping for a dress. Or at least I am. For the Christmas ball. It's in a few days and I still don't have a dress to wear,” Lizzie said, quickly in Latin.

Fred, still translating what she said in his mind, then said, “Ok Lizzie, you've got to speak English with us. Understand? We do not speak as many languages as you do.”

George came up to her and held out a little bag.

“Your father knew you'd do this one day,” George said. “He said there's a hundred galleons in this bag for you to use one day. And the day is come. Don't be like your mother, and just take it and go have fun.”

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AN: thanks for the reviews…Ch.2, Part 2: Shopping Gone Wild, is to come soon!