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"Well I'm not ecstatic to see you either, Hermione." Piper replied.
It was true, the feelings she felt for Hermione were beyond hate. she loathed her.
Hagrid studied the scene before him with interest. What had gone on?
"You two know each other?"
"Not willingly." Piper replied.
Hermione took a step back. "You fell."
Piper frowned, as if realizing this for the first time, then shook her head.
"What's it to you?"
Hermione walked forward, and grabbed Piper's left arm.
"You fell three floors, that's at least fifteen foot."
Piper struggled out of Hermione's grasp.
"Look," she gasped, spreading her arms out. "I'm defenseless, what on earth could have happened?"
Hermione frowned and grabbed Piper's wrist, drawing a small pearl-coloured blade from a sheath hidden there.
"I don't know, but what sort of person carries this around calmly?" She asked, waving the blade as she spoke.
Piper gazed at Hermione. How did she know that was there?
"A careful one." She replied in a whisper.
"Sure." Hermione rolled her eyes, then grabbed another pearl-coloured blade from a sheath on Piper's other wrist. "Being very careful, obviously." She commented, admiring the blade as she spoke.
Piper just glared at her. Now she was being annoying.