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Snow was coming, Auva concluded as she inhaled deeply. It always seemed to come shortly after All Hallow's.
She walked across the grounds toward the castle, alone. Her "friends" would find her soon, but she had at least this moment to herself. Ducking past the great pendulum into the courtyard, she smiled softly. Winter was her favorite time of year.
Derisive voices echoed across the courtyard into Auva's ears. She turned toward their source, a group of students from her own House crowded around something- or someone. Her crisp footsteps echoed against the stone of the courtyard as she made her way to see what the fuss was all about. The answer quickly became apparent when she caught a glimpse of bright red hair between the legs of her classmates. The usual taunts found their way to her ears: "useless," "Mudblood," "worthless," etc., but the moment she reached the group of Slytherins, a different word struck her, spoken clearly by a fifth-year. "Faggot."
Auva froze, then pushed to the center of the group and stood above Collins, who was sitting on the ground, knees to chest. "What's going on?" she demanded.
Freck laughed. "Auva, haven't you heard? Collins is a queer."
The last word rung in Auva's head, and she felt her hands clench into fists. A thousand thoughts flickered past her consciousness. This was wrong. She had hurt and insulted this girl a hundred times over the past years; one need not be a psychiatrist to see that her moral compass was practically nonexistent and tended to point south, but this was over the line, this was wrong. The other students continued to taunt Collins. Auva didn't know what to do. She could walk away. She could join in. She could- she could stand up for Collins, be cast out and likely discovered. Yet she could stand up for Collins, this one thing that was right, one single right in the sea of wrongs she had done this girl. Logic. She needed logic. Pros and cons.
"No wonder your parents send you here, even Muggles must not want you."
Auva's blood boiled. The words, not even directed toward her, felt like a burning sword thrust into her gut. Thoughts left her mind. "Stop this," she said, her voice loud and clear. "Stop this, now."
A silence, however temporary, fell over the small group, faces twisted in confusion. Elena Bates turned to face her. "Why should we do that? Standing up for the Mudblood, are we now? What, are you a faggot too?"
Still in the heat of anger, Auva looked Bates in the eye and stated calmly, "You have fantastic breasts."
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