A/N: This is a fic I wrote from an idea that a fandom page on Instagram posted about and I decided to flesh out. So, yeah. Enjoy!
Disclaimer: Hogwarts, the Ministry, the Houses, "Mudblood", "Muggle", etc. belong to the lovely Miss Joanne Kathleen Rowling, whom we all love and adore, as well as worship and make ritual human sacrifices to. The idea for this story came from the lovely Ana, whom we all love and adore as well (and perhaps in whose name a few squirrels or crows are killed), but who has not yet achieved the status of most venerated and blood-soaked deity. The characters themselves and most of the plot details were created by me, to whom no one sacrifices small animals or the most deserving among humans, to the best of my knowledge.
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Auva hefted her bookbag onto her back, huffing a bit at the weight. She strode out of the classroom, her followers trailing behind her. They raced to catch up with her when she had stepped into the long stone corridor. Red leaves fluttered occasionally through the arches of the courtyard and crisp breezes brushed against green ties as the group of half a dozen chattered about homework and politics and family connections, Auva ignoring them completely until her name was mentioned- as usual.
"Auva!" a high-pitched voice said.
"Mmm. Yes, Bates?" she responded uncaringly.
"Does your mother plan to take part in the werewolf vote?"
"Of course. Haven't you heard that she's leading the reform movement? And that's Kemsley to you, Bates."
Someone snickered.
Kenna Freck gasped softly. "Oh, Auva, look who it is!"
The raven-haired ringleader turned, her gaze following Freck's to a wavy waterfall of red hair crossing the courtyard, one or two leaves caught in it and nearly matching its colour. A tiny, cruel smile found its way across Auva's lips. "The Mudblood," she breathed. Cloth swished as the group of Slytherins automatically turned and made its way toward the owner of the hair. Their target noticed them quickly and froze, smile melting. Auva approached the Mudblood first, as always. She looked into blue eyes, then let her gaze drop to a yellow-and-black tie.
"Well, Collins, another year at Hogwarts, yes? I hope you're grateful. My mother was almost able to get all of you Mudbloods expelled."
"I'm afraid I'm glad she failed, then," admitted Nora Collins with her infuriatingly unaffected Irish lilt. "I hope you enjoy your year, Auva."
Auva sneered. "How dare you be so presumptuous as to think you may use my first name. Treat your betters with more respect, Mudblood. You don't deserve to be here. Don't think yourself equal to those of us who do."
Collins maintained eye contact with Auva for a moment longer before looking at her own Converse, then walked away slowly, a soft "My apologies, Kemsley" lingering in the early October breeze.
Auva smiled. She was looking forward to an enjoyable fourth year.
A/N: Yeah, I know it was short. All the chapters in this fic will be relatively short, I think, but there should be a good number of them!
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