(A/N): Hey Guys! So, chapter three! Woo! More Elaine.

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Leo

You might think that everyone would have the common sense to know picking a fight with Slytherin's would be a bad idea, but apparently not.

And, apparently, brunettes are the ones who have more fun.

As I round the corner I see her, a cute little piece with a bright red fringe and a gap between her teeth which were bared as she wailed on one of my fellow Slytherin's.

What she didn't notice, however, was the two second years creeping up behind her and Lily, the redhead from the train.

I crept forward as the boys did, knowing none of them had noticed me yet.

Just as one of the boys swung at her though, I jumped forward, catching it in one hand as I hit him with the other.

I spun on the other guy, frozen in place, and kicked him in the stomach.

The first year and the two second years regrouped now, presenting a united front against me, though looking wary now that they recognised me.

"What's the big idea, Joannis?" He spat the name like it was a slur, but I didn't flinch, choosing only to scowl at him.

"You don't hit girls. Ever. Again." It came out as a growl, and they stared at me for a second with wide eyes before swallowing thickly and nodded.

"We look forward to teaching you a lesson someday Joannis." One of the second years said, and they soon departed.

"Thank-" I spun on them, though mainly focused on the brunette.

"That was the stupidest thing I've ever seen someone do?" Her eyebrows shot up.

"Excuse me?" I crossed my arms over my chest.

"You heard me. It's hilarious that you think you can take on those boys and, quite frankly, pathetic." She blinked, glaring me down, hands placed firmly on hips, but Lily gripped her arm.

"Ignore Elaine, she's momentarily misplaced her manners." She said, eying me, but I kept my gaze firmly locked with 'Elaine's'.

"Forgive me." She muttered reluctantly, jaw clenched so tight I thought her teeth were going to snap.

"Classic Gryffindor. Bravery over care." Her fury seemed to dissipate a little, only to be replaced with confusion. "Reckless as shit." She jumped at the curse, but I could tell she was used to the word, just not when I said it.

"I stick up for my friends." She growled, glancing over her shoulder at Lily, and I couldn't help but smirk.

"But would they stick up for you?" I tapped the underside of her chin with my forefinger. "That's the question." As I walked away, I heard her stomp her foot.

"What's that supposed to mean, eh?!"


(A/N):

Eh?

EH?!

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