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Text-post Base: "You got mud on your face, you big disgrace…"

Allie headed to the Slytherin common rooms after Potions. Unbeknownst to her, Professor Snape was following her because he needed to talk to a student.

They passed the entrance to the Great Hall, where many students were going back to their common rooms. A pure-blood Slytherin- the same student Snape needed to talk to- got in line behind Allie. He pushed her over into the student in front of her, spilling the books and papaers she had in her bag. Snape made to intervene, but it looked like she had it under control. He waited and watched.

"Watch where you're going, mudblood," he heard the boy say. Allie got up. "What did you call me?"

"A mudblood. Someone who isn't worthy of magical blood because they were raised by Muggles. Too bad you're the only one in Slytherin," he jeered. A few Slytherin kids looked like they wanted to murder him, but refrained themselves.

Allie looked hurt for a moment, but a malicious grin crossed her face. Before either Snape or the pure-blood could respond, she licked her hand and put it on the pure-blood's face.

And Snape heard:

"You got mud on your face, you big disgrace, somebody better put you back in your place."

She repeated the line again, and this time from Gryffindor, Ravenclaw, and Hufflepuff, kids started going stomp, stomp, clap! Stomp stomp clap! in a circle, gradually pressing in on the pure-blood. He looked panicky.

"Is this a muggle-born ritual? I'm gonna die! Help!" and he pushed past everyone in the circle, leaving his bag. The four Houses looked very accomplished of themselves. As quickly as it had come, the crowd dispersed.

Snape secretly awarded 50 points to Slytherin for that amazing performance.