Name: Quinn Sinclair
House: Slytherin
Year: 7th (After the Battle of Hogwarts)
Stomping through the halls, all you could see was red. How dare they do that to your familiar?! Hexing and jinxing done to you, you didn't like it but you were able to fight back. Going after your cat for none other than the reason she was yours on the other hand, that was a step too far.
You reached the great hall and flung open the doors. Paying no mind to the attention you received with your dramatic entrance, you quickly made your way over to the Hufflepuff table. There he was, snickering to his friends about what he had done and not seeing you heading towards him. "You!" You hissed, making him turn to see you. The blood drained from his face as he saw your anger.
"You foul excuse for a wizard!" You hissed before hauling him to his feet and punching him in the stomach. Before he recovered you drew your fist back again and connected with his face. He fell over and you followed him to the floor, hitting him over and over again with all of your rage behind each hit. People were trying to get you off of him by now, having gotten over their shock at you throwing a punch. You scratched, clawed, and bit at anything you could reach, trying to keep getting at your prey. Unfortunately you were all too quickly separated and the headmistress stood between you and the Hufflepuff boy with students holding the two of you apart.
You saw him bleeding from the many scratches on his face and felt vindictive satisfaction bubble up inside. "Miss Sinclair! I hope you have a very good reason for this unprovoked attacked!" You whipped your head towards McGonagall. Usually the sight of her filled you with awe and respect but you were filled with outrage at her assumption that the Hufflepuff was innocent.
"Unprovoked?! No! This was not an unprovoked attack! An unprovoked attack wouldn't be the one that has my cat lying in the hospital wing close to death because this moron couldn't find me for his daily session of hexes and jinxes! This bastard deserves what I given him and more!" You struggled against the hands holding you back a little, just to see if they would give enough where you could hit the boy across from you more.
"Miss Sinclair enough! Slytherin loses 200 points for your actions and you will come with me to floo your parents." McGonagall said sternly. You narrow your eyes and violently shook off the hands holding you back.
"No." You say coldly, making everyone freeze in their positions. "I refuse to be a student here any longer. I refuse to be a student in a school where the teachers turn a blind eye to the degrading of students due to the house they are sorted in the minute that stupid hat calls out the name Slytherin. I refuse to be a student where the other houses blame mine for the monsters that tried to kill all of us who stood up against him. I refuse to be a student where I was almost murdered for daring to be a mudblood in the pureblood house."
You give a dark smirk at the Hufflepuff boy. "You think you had it rough being a half-blood in Hufflepuff? Try being in the same house as the ones that terrorized us all." You pull up your right sleeve to reveal a long ugly scar that stretched from your elbow to your wrist. "They didn't even use magic for it, said it would be a waste to use it on my dirty blood." You said casually over the low horrified gasps that came from around you.
"They took it slow, kept me awake with crucio whenever they thought I would pass out. They wanted to see how long it would take for me to die from blood loss." You locked eyes with the boy. "I earned this by protecting first and second years from being hexed in their so called "class", one of which was your own little brother." He widened his eyes and then looked towards the ground in shame. You let you sleeve drop down and cross your arms.
"I'm done here. I don't know what I was thinking when I decided to continue my education when everyone here blames my house for one of the twisted bastards it spawned when everyone else's house also has it's less than polite mentions. I am tired of seeing my housemates watching their own backs in a place that is supposed to be a safe haven for those who want to learn the wonders of magic. I am tired of having the teachers do absolutely nothing to help us when we try to get help for the bullying. I am tired of living in a war zone when the war is already over and done with. So I'm finished here. Good job everyone, you got rid of one more Slytherin. Hope it was freaking worth it." With that you spun around and left the Great Hall, everyone quietly digesting what you had told them.