The strange, hot-headed girl that had burst into my compartment whipped her head towards the new girl that stood in the doorway.
"Sister?" She asked in seemingly disbelief.
I took the moment to study the two girls. The hot-headed one looked like a rag-muffin muggle off the streets. She wore a leather jacket, some gross t-shirt, and tight jeans. Her hair was whipped up in a loose bun.
But what stuck out to me was the weird contraption that she wore on her neck. Is… Is that one of those muggle toys? Disgusting! How'd she get in Hogwarts anyways? Whatever… Probably a mud-blood, anyways. Nothing worth spending time thinking about.
The new girl that had just barged in had long black hair and wore a simple sun dress. Multiple green and white scarves hung around her neck, intertwining with her locks. Compared to the girl who was challenging me, she looked like a little princess who couldn't hurt a fly. But when I studied the fierce, fiery expression she wore right now, I was pretty sure her spells – if she even knew any – would pack quite a punch.
"Alaine… Get back to our compartment. Now."
The girl, Alaine, it seemed to be, sputtered, than gestured towards me. I raised an eyebrow. "But I'm in the middle of a duel!"
"Beginning," I corrected. "Of a duel."
She turned to face me, and hissed, "Shut your pie-hole, you prick!"
I stared down my nose at her and drawled, "Did you just try and insult me? The person who wished to 'scrub and kiss' my boots?"
Her face turned beet-red. "At least I know when someone's being sarcastic; unlike you, you bloody buffoon of an arse!"
I scoffed. "I'm a 'bloody buffoon of an arse'? Have you taken a look in the mirror, these past few years you've been alive?" I sized her up, slowly dragging my gaze from the bottoms of her scuffed up high tops to the messy wisps of her black hair, "No, I suppose not. All glass window panes crack, when you try and take a peek at yourself, right? That's fine; I've heard of another monster that is even more hideous than you. Her name is Medusa – instead of making mirrors crack, she turns people into stone."
The girl blinked. She blinked again. Then, without any warning at all, she was right in front of me, barely a millimeter away, her hand clutched around my neck, slowly raising her arm and leaving me to dangle in the air. "Excuse me?"
Father would kill himself if he heard of this; a mud-blood able to strangle his son. I tried my best to glare down at her, but already I could feel bile rising to my throat as my body slowly ran out of oxygen. My fingers instinctively inched towards the pocket in which I kept my wand, but I found that even that small of a movement took too much energy. My eyes began to bulge.
"Alaine!"
I was dropped from the girl's hold, and promptly, I collapsed onto the floor in a rather undignified postition, where I sucked in deep, gigantic breaths of air. Sweet, sweet air.
After I'd had my fill of dear, charming, sugary oxygen, I craned my head upwards, trying to see what was happening around me. The Alaine girl was in her sister's grasp, silently fuming and glaring at me all the while. I turned away from her, and to my friends, who stared back at me wide eyed. Goyle and Crabbe's mouths formed small 'o's. Blaise looked like he'd been sucker-punched in the stomach, and was gaping at me worriedly.
They are going to get the lecture of a lifetime for not trying to save me later.
Man oh man, these chapters are tiny… But for those of you who follow my other fanfic, you'll know that I update that one months between months (Haven't updated it in three or something months now, I think… Or is my time wrong?) but with long-ish chapters. So here, I've decided to take on a better uh… Way to do stuff. I'm giving you guys tiny chapters, that are updated slightly more frequently! With absolutely no schedule as to when each update appears! And other suckiness! …..I know, I'm terrible at this.
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