I own nothing of Red Eye or Harry Potter.
Also, this is my first real fanfiction attempt, so be nice if you've got anything to say . I've decided to make it creative because I thought it'd be easier to work with for a beginner.
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Jackson's low, magnetic voice washed over her in almost-hypnotic waves, his malicious words belied by their husky tone.
"…you tell the flight attendant, and your dad dies."
Lisa felt sucker-punched by the threat, and tears welled up as her face crumpled.
"Sit down. You might want to buckle up."
She sat down. Her fingers—working on autopilot—fumbled over the safety belt and snapped it in place. She was vaguely aware of Jackson conversing with a flight attendant she'd buzzed. Meaningless words floated around her until…
"She's just had a really rough day…A death in the family."
At that moment, something snapped in her. The sly message and the mock sympathy ignited a rage she had not experienced since the rape incident ten years ago. Lisa sat, still as though carved out of stone, as disbelief and anger engulfed her. She welcomed the sensations; their startling intensity jolted her out of the zombie-like stupor she had cocooned herself in for the past decade.
Is HE threatening ME!? Damn it, Lisa, are you actually letting this Muggle son of a bitch push you around!? You're a Ravenclaw witch, for goodness' sake! If not for Hermione Granger, YOU would've been first in your year. A diminutive smile curved her lips and her eyes glittered with anticipation. Let's see what he wants first. The bastard needs to be taught a lesson.
She ran her slim fingers along the side of her purse, feeling the outline of her wand as Jackson turned to her with a cool, businesslike expression.
Bring it on, jackass.