It was a cold rainy evening at Hogwarts. The last class of the day has ended and now Arya was heading back to her dorm. It was a long day, potions class being the last was not helping. Arya wanted nothing more than to just go to bed, unnoticed. She had many strong sides but potions weren't one of them. She felt a bit down, a common state for her these days. Walking through a corridor, she heard familiar voices. A mean, cold laugh. She suspected whom it belonged to, chills running down her spine. She quickened her pace. Rounding the corner, amongst others she saw Joffrey, an arrogant, snobby year mate. Being the son of the Minister of Magic, he believed he was untouchable. His default expression looked as if "I own everything" was written on his face.
He, Meryn and Gregor, his friends, or more like bodyguards, were standing there, laughing, waiting. Her grey eyes met his. The blue of them, the cruelty, the mockery. A mix of fear and disgust aided her pace as she tried to walk past them, her arm being caught just as she thought, hoped, that this time, it would be different. "Rushing to some dyke lover are we? Lady Stark?" He said, his grip tight and smile cruel. "Leave me be!" Arya snapped, too tired for this. "Or what? Will you go tell your dead daddy?". Arya ripped her arm out of his grasp, now breathing heavily, anger boiling inside her. "I wouldn't talk so much about dads if I were you, Joffrey!" She said, bravely, mockingly, stupidly. Imminent confusion in his eyes quickly replaced by anger, they both drew their wands.
Let me know if you want more of this please. I had an idea for a HP/GOT crossover story and decided to write it, hope you like it, cheers!