Hi! With this story I sort of went for a different angle ... it's a bit strange, but ... oh well! (I normally do Humor)

Insults

If wanted a war, fine. He would get a war. But he should expect to lose.

Lily glared at Andrew Boot, fury bubbling in her chest, threatening to overspill at any minute. Her whole body shook in anger.

"At least," she snarled, "I don't go punching people because I lost at a Quidditch match!"

Andrew folded his arms, his face reddening, just as angry as Lily. "I didn't punch her, she provoked -"

Lily gaped at him, hands curling into fists as she struggled to not scream. Her voice trembled as she hissed, "Didn't punch her?! I can't believe you! I was there, I saw, and you definitely punched her!"

Andrew took a step towards her menacingly, cracking his knuckles in front of him. Lily took a step forward also, and placed her hands on her hips. There was only five centimetres between them.

"Going to punch me as well?" she said quietly, looking right into his eyes. Her eyebrows were raised, brown eyes flashing. "'Cause if you're going to, I'll just let you know something; you will pay. You attack me, and you're life will be a living hell."

The corridor went completely silent. No-one moved.

Andrew's top lip curled. "That's just pathetic."

"Ha! I'm pathetic!" she shouted, stamping her foot. "What about you; soon as you managed to heave your fat head off your broom, you go and attack the Seeker! Now, that is pathetic!"

Their fellow Gryffindor and Slytherin classmates were drawn back slightly; they had been waiting for the Potions teacher, when this fight had broken out.

Slytherin had lost a Quidditch match the previous day.

"No, you don't understand me; I meant it's pathetic to try to intimidate me," sneered Andrew, stepping back. "It won't work."

Lily stared at him for a long time. She had met his Father, a while ago, and he had seemed a nice-enough bloke. She couldn't understand where this had come from. Of course, Slytherin and Gryffindor weren't exactly good friends, but they got along well enough; at least, well enough not to attack each other.

She stirred, and came out of her reverie. Everyone was staring at her.

"You … you're just … you're the pathetic one!"

Her friend Anna stared at her quizzically. Lily hadn't ever been lost for words.

Andrew raised an eyebrow, and smiled slightly. Lily couldn't stand it; that gloating face, the curled lip, the raised eyebrow; it made her feel sick. Really, really sick.

"You can defend yourself," she said in a shaking voice. She took a step forward again, so she was looking straight at him. "But everyone knows what you did; and they're ashamed. They're ashamed of you! You might have been angry, but you just put your House in a worse position!"

"So; you have a choice; you can carry on defending yourself, and acting like a twerp, or you can stop defending yourself, stop acting like a twerp, and make your House proud!"

Andrew's eyes burned into her. She could read no expression on his face; it was disconcerting. They stood like that for a long time, not moving, not talking, just watching.

Loud steps echoed in the corridor, making them all jump. Their teacher was coming, and the two students still hadn't moved. The Potions Master was just round the corner, when Andrew stirred. He walked over to the door into the classroom, put his hand on the handle, then looked back. A strange smile umped onto his face.

"Not a chance," he said, glaring at Lily. Lily widened her eyes, surprised and shocked. "Not a chance!"

The door swung shut behind him.

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