Kurt scowled, advancing toward me like a lion. Stopping only when their faces almost touched, the Gryffindor raised his wand to her forehead as a vicious smirk spread across his face. "Maybe I should zip your mouth shut new bitch." He said, loud enough for the entire courtyard to hear. Teasing claps and laughter sounded from the nearby Gryffindor Quidditch team, waiting patiently for their Keeper.

The laughter and and bullying only ended at the entrance of three girls, each from different houses. Each wore a single colored headband and matching brooch. One green, one yellow, and one red. All anyone could do was watch in awe.

And then there's the Heathers...they just float above it all. Heather McNamara, Hufflepuff. Her Dad is loaded. He sells brooms. Heather Duke, Slytherin. No discernible personality, but her mom did pay for implants.

Heather Chandler, Gryffindor. She is a mythic bitch.

" Are we gonna have a problem?" Chandler said "You got a bone to pick? You've come so far why now are you pulling on my dick? I'd normally slap your face off

And everyone here could watch. But I'm feeling nice, Here's some advice, Listen up beeyotch" as Chandler finished as if on cue music began to play.

Heathers: I like

Chandler: Lookin' hot

Buying stuff

They can not

Heathers: I like

Chandler:Drinking hard

Maxing dad's credit card

Heathers: I like

Chandler: Skippin' gym

Scarin' her

Screwin' him

Heathers :I like

Chandler: Killer clothes

Heathers: Kickin' nerds in the nose

" If you lack the balls" Chandler said as she began to circle me, "You can go play dolls Let your mommy fix you a snack (whoa) Or you could come smoke

Pound some rum and coke, In my Porsche with the quarterback (whoa, whoa, whoa)

The three Heathers stood together and did some kind of co ordinated dance

" Honey what you waitin' for? Welcome to my candy store Time for you to prove you're not a pussy, Anymore And step into my candy store" they all sang.

I rushed into the bathroom, the trio soon followed me.

"Grow up Heather, Bulimia is so '87." Heather Chandler groaned as she reapplied her makeup in the girl's lavatory.

"Heather's right. Maybe you should see a doctor, Heather." Heather McNamara frowned, patting the back of Heather Duke, who'd just finished throwing up.

"Yeah Heather, maybe you're right." She said weakly, before ducking back into one of the stalls.

"Ah, Heather and Heather." Professor Trelawney stood in the door of the lavatory. The sickening sound of regurgitation alerted the professor to the presence of Duke. "And Heather. Perhaps you didn't hear over all the vomiting. You all are late for the welcoming ceremony."

"Heather's not feeling well. We're helping her." Chandler justified, though the look on her face definitely showed her disdain toward the teacher.

"Not without a hall pass. Week's detention for all of you." Just as Trelawney turned to leave, I handed a folded sheet of paper, torn from her diary. "Actually, Professor, all four of us are out on a hall pass." I handed over the forgery and hoped she'd nailed Mcgonagall's signature well enough.

"Well...I see you're all listed. Hurry up and get where you're going." The Divination teacher grumbled, leaving the girls to their business.

"Thanks for the assist," Heather Chandler looked to me , the other two flanking her on either side. "We even now hun?"

"I- no."

"What?"

"Let me sit with you guys at lunch today. No talking necessary. If people see that you tolerate me, maybe they'll leave me alone." Hopefully, she could be an untouchable by association, and then Martha could be an untouchable by second-hand association.

The Heathers laughed daintily, almost as if they'd spent hours learning how to harmonize and synchronize their laughter.

"Before you answer I also do report cards, permission slips, and absence notes."

"How about prescriptions?" Duke piped up, only to be silenced by an aggressive "Shut up, Heather!" by Chandler. "Well, you do have good bone structure." McNamara nodded in agreement. "And a symmetrical face. If I took a meat cleaver down the center of your skull I'd have matching halves. That's very important."

"And you know, this could be beautiful," Chandler waved a hand in front of Veronica's face, imagining it with makeup. "Mascara, maybe some lip gloss and we're on our way. Heather, I need your brush. We could have this done by lunch." She said contentedly, motioning for the Heathers to surround Me. "Okay"

"Okay!"