"You! You're the one who turned my hair blue. You fucking berk," I yell down the corridor at the infamous jerk-face, Scorpius Malfoy.
And he has the nerve to laugh. Well, damn him. I mean, yes, my hair is half blue and half red, and my face is probably as red as the part of my hair that is the natural red, but it isn't that funny. Plus, I'm pissed and no one laughs at Rose Weasley when she's pissed. Except, apparently, Malfoy.
"This is not funny, Malfoy!"
"Oh no? Of course not, Rosie," he splutters out between laughs.
"You absolute prat!"
"Twat."
"Prick."
"Prude."
"Man-whore."
"And damn proud."
"That's disgusting," I scoff.
He laughs again and walks away.