A/N: I don't own Harry Potter
This is for the Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry
Assignment #6 – Floristry - Task #8 - Cream Rose:(Charm/Thoughtfulness) Write about someone who always puts others before themselves.
Writing Club March
Disney Challenge: Stitch: Write about someone with a short temper.
Lyric Alley: 5- In the faceless crowd
Warning: Discriminatory language
Word Count: 471
"You're an abomination! You turn children and murder people in their sleep!" the man yelled, pointing a long bony finger at the woman standing on the curb. Her face was hidden by a plum and pink colored scarf. Her hands clenched around the shopping bags she was carrying.
"Please, just leave me alone," she whimpered, trying to turn from his and his hate filled speech. Ron watched as the man grabbed at her arm. She yanked it away before he touched her.
"Hey!" he yelled, rushing through the crowd. "Leave her alone!" he added, stepping between the man and the witch.
"She's a werewolf, a cursed creature. Her kind should be put to death," the man screamed. "And you should be condemned for helping such a creature."
"Sod off, she's not doing anything to you, you kook," Ron stated, planting his feet firmly on the ground, preparing for a fight. The man reached for him, as if to shove him from in front of the woman. Ron blocked his hand, and swung with his fist.
It connected with the man's nose with a sickening 'crack'. The man howled loudly before cursing and lunging for Ron again. Ron grabbed the woman, pulled her aside and stepped out of the way causing the man to trip and fall face first into the street.
"Come on," Ron said, taking the woman's arm. She nodded, keeping her face down. Ron lead her off the street and into the nearest shop.
"Are you alright?" he asked. "Did he hurt you?"
"No, I... I've heard it all before. Maybe, maybe he's right," she whispered. Ron could hear the tears in her voice.
"No! He is not right. Being a werewolf doesn't make you a bad person. You are not a creature, you are a person. No one should be allowed to say those things to you. I'm Ron by the way."
The woman raised her head, meeting Ron's eyes. He could see the scars on her face. He could see where Greyback had attacked her. Her left eye was cloudy and he doubted she could see from it. She gave him a smile. It was crooked, marred by the scars on her face.
"Lavender," he stated. "It's been a long time," he finally said. She nodded.
"That is has, maybe too long. Thank you for sticking up for me, you're the first one who has. Maybe I could make it up to you? Buy you a coffee?"
"No, I didn't do that for any reward, Lavender. I did it because it was the right thing to do. Would you like to have dinner with me? We could catch up?"
"Yes, I would like that very much," she agreed, smiling at Ron again. He smiled back thinking that she had the most beautiful smile he'd ever seen
