"Dear Vic,
I am sooo happy! Send me an owl when you're here!!
Love ya,
Hermoine"
"You're saying your English girlfriend wrote it? Ha, I definitely don't believe you! Who else except me would like you, Victor?"
"Shut up, Maria! Hermoina is at least thousand times better than you and, unlike you, loves me," Victor angrily replied.
"How dare you say any other girl is better than me! I know you love no other than me! Confess that you only want to make me jealous!" she retorted confidently.
"It is so sad that you have to come, too"
"You thought I would let you go to that stupid England by yourself? And leave you in the hands of that little mudblood Hermoina of yours?! You thought wrong."
"You can say anything about me but leave Hermoina alone! She is the best wizard I've ever known no matter what her parents are," Victor hissed.
"Oh, please! She is nothing but a mudblood, and she will never have you!" Maria shouted after Victor who was just about to open the door, but suddenly froze on one place.
"Hey, how do you know her parents are not magicians?" he asked, but Maria remained silent. "MARIA!"
"Victor, I. I only guessed. You always seem to like some silly little girls from muggle families. Why would it be different this time?"
Victor stared at her for a while before slamming the door after himself. Maria was not angry at all. She was actually pretty happy for still being able to control Victor and his moods. If she only wished, she could make the seeker laugh or frown, or both. She did not care how he felt as long as he was close to her and be her puppet. This girl, Hermoina, though. She would definitely make trouble as soon as Maria and her precious Victor got to England. Maria was convinced, especially after he received the little note that was obviously scribbled in a hurry. maybe because the English mudblood was just as excited about Victor as he was about her.
Hermoine"
"You're saying your English girlfriend wrote it? Ha, I definitely don't believe you! Who else except me would like you, Victor?"
"Shut up, Maria! Hermoina is at least thousand times better than you and, unlike you, loves me," Victor angrily replied.
"How dare you say any other girl is better than me! I know you love no other than me! Confess that you only want to make me jealous!" she retorted confidently.
"It is so sad that you have to come, too"
"You thought I would let you go to that stupid England by yourself? And leave you in the hands of that little mudblood Hermoina of yours?! You thought wrong."
"You can say anything about me but leave Hermoina alone! She is the best wizard I've ever known no matter what her parents are," Victor hissed.
"Oh, please! She is nothing but a mudblood, and she will never have you!" Maria shouted after Victor who was just about to open the door, but suddenly froze on one place.
"Hey, how do you know her parents are not magicians?" he asked, but Maria remained silent. "MARIA!"
"Victor, I. I only guessed. You always seem to like some silly little girls from muggle families. Why would it be different this time?"
Victor stared at her for a while before slamming the door after himself. Maria was not angry at all. She was actually pretty happy for still being able to control Victor and his moods. If she only wished, she could make the seeker laugh or frown, or both. She did not care how he felt as long as he was close to her and be her puppet. This girl, Hermoina, though. She would definitely make trouble as soon as Maria and her precious Victor got to England. Maria was convinced, especially after he received the little note that was obviously scribbled in a hurry. maybe because the English mudblood was just as excited about Victor as he was about her.