Bethany Williams sat staring out of the window of the Hogwarts Express. She still couldn't believe that she was going to be learning magic at a school for witches and wizards! It was a dream come true, and she wouldn't dare allow anyone to ruin her experience for her.

The compartment door slid open and a sneering blond wizard strolled in. He sat down on the seat across from her, and stared.

"What're you staring at?" Bethany crossed her arms over her chest.

"Are your parents muggles?" Draco Malfoy asked rudely.

"Uh, yes?"

"Filth like you ought to be slaughtered."

"Oh! I didn't know you could choose your own parents. Not my fault I'm a Muggle-born. Besides, darling, that racist-piece-of-crap look you have going on? I can't take you seriously with that ridiculous hair. Like, what even is that?"

Bethany walked over and bent down to sniff the wizard's hair. She wrinkled her nose in disgust. "Honey, has anyone ever told you that hair gel is a big no-no? And where the hell did you dye your hair at, cause' I'm staying far, far away from that place."

"It's not dyed! It's natural! And my father will hear about this!" Draco Malfoy glared at her and curled his hands into fists.

"Wait. Shhhh! Listen, can you hear that?" she pretended to glance around, appearing to look for the source of the noise. "I know what that sound is! It's the sound of I-don't-care!"

"I bet you'll never be able to make a feather float!"

"I bet that father of yours pays for your grades. Must be nice having everything handed to you on a silver platter. I will have to WORK for my success. Do you know what that means? I'm told you can find a dictionary in the Hogwarts library, sweetie."

"All Mudbloods are terrible at magic."

"And so? Where's this so-called evidence that Muggle-borns are bad at magic? Come back when you have solid proof."

The sneering blond wizard stomped away, leaving Bethany with a victorious grin on her face.

"I'm sorry, I thought this was a school? Like, for learning? You can't just ask us first-years a bunch of questions you know we can't answer, and then insult us for not knowing the answers. You haven't even taught us anything yet." Bethany rolled her eyes at Professor Snape and turned to her classmates. "Like honestly, how is this dude even a teacher here? Aren't teachers supposed to be smart enough to know that first-years don't usually know the difference between whatever monkshood and wolfsbane is?"

"Detention, Miss Williams."

If looks could kill, Bethany would have called for the sword of Gryffindor.

"Ugh, whatever."

"And why exactly would we need to turn a teacup into a mouse? Like, isn't a teacup more useful?"

"Five points from Hufflepuff, Miss Williams."

"Okie dokie, McG!"

"McG?"

"Much easier that way."

"What is that monstrosity you are holding!?" Professor McGonagall peered down to examine the mystery in Bethany's left hand. Other students gathered around to look.

"Guys, guys, guys," Bethany sighed. "Haven't I told you all repeatedly that pens are far more efficient than quills and ink? Look, my handwriting is pink and sparkly thanks to this gift to mankind!"

"Okay, so, are you like, just going to make fun of everyone or are you going to teach? Must be sad, having to bully children just to feel better about the fact that every one of these kids is going to be far more successful than you are. I mean, you don't even earn enough to buy shampoo."

"DETENTION AND FIFTY POINTS FROM HUFFLEPUFF!" Snape barked, his face turning a brilliant red.

"Just wondering, does anyone here genuinely care about House points?"

"TEN MORE POINTS FROM HUFFLEPUFF!"

A/N: Hope this chapter was okay!