Someday, I will own something of great value. This will not be Harry Potter, as J K Rowling already owns it.
Gryffindor Vs Ravenclaw
Ryua was berating Draco, Marcus, Crabbe, and Goyle as they all cowered on a couch in the Slytherin common room. "What the bloody blazes were you thinking of? You've lost us fifty points, gotten detentions... happy yet? You're lucky you weren't expelled! Or you two," she said, glaring around at Draco and Marcus, "kicked off the team. And then where would we be? Eh? Minus a seeker and a chaser for the next two matches? Just what the hell were you thinking?"
Crabbe and Goyle, never ones for thinking, just sat there in silence for a second, then Goyle spoke up, "It was Draco's idea..."
"Why thank you Goyle, for being so outright. Now, though, I bet you might think twice about following my brother's orders so blindly, hmm? Oh, who am I kidding, you won't. Now, since I know you two were just doing what you were told, you may go, I'm done yelling at you." Dense though they may be, the two hulks knew a chance to leave something unpleasant when they heard one, and scarpered off.
"Err, it was his..." Draco began.
"No, it wasn't..." Marcus cut him off.
"I don't bloody well care!" Ryua screeched over the both of them. She was still in a bad mood with Draco since the train ride. And Marcus had clapped her on the back on the way to her dorm later that night, causing an incredibly acute wave of pain across the tender skin. Actually, she'd had to soak her robes off once the others had gone to bed; one of the curse marks had been raw enough to bleed through the fabric. Although the school robes were blessedly black and full so it didn't show, she had been unable to dress it afterwards, or go to the Infirmary, as Madam Pomfrey would undoubtedly recognize curse scars. As a result, Ryua had been in a spectacularly bad mood as her back healed slowly for the last two weeks. Even the Gryffindor trio had been keeping their distance, and she actually liked them. Sort of. Now, she was finally letting off some frustration, and took a slightly evil pleasure in seeing the two boys cower under her wrath. "It was a stupid idea, whoever thought of it. There are so many better, more skilled, cunning, dignified ways to sabotage someone! You could have jinxed their brooms, you could have charmed the quaffles, cursed a bludger, poisoned their food, bribed a house elf to spike the punch, shrunk their robes... for that matter, you could have baited the dementors to come there themselves." Draco and Flint were rather amazed at all the strategies Ryua was coming up with even in a blind rage. "You're lucky I don't curse you right now and train Crabbe and Goyle to play quidditch in your places." Ryua's voice dropped down to a lower level that was even more intimidating than the yells. "I could, you know. And you call yourselves Slytherins. Pathetic." Actually, she didn't really want to put either of them out of commission, but rather than let them know that, she just turned on her heel and stalked away, robes billowing out behind her.
The two boys sat as if stunned in place, watching her go. "That is some kind of a witch." Marcus said in a half-admiring, half-terrified tone.
"You're lucky you don't live with her."
"Yeah."
