"SLYTHERIN!"
The dining hall was completely silent.
The Mudblood got up from the stool she was sitting upon and walked to the Slytherin table. Our table. Mytable. She walked as if she owned the world. She walked as if she expected us Slytherins to bow down to her. She walked like me. And she was a Mudblood! She should still be near the old geezer, scared out of her wits. She should be acting like a first year. Not like she owned the place!
She sat down at the middle of the table, not but four seats down from me.
A few minutes later and we were dismissed.
But there was to be a prefect meeting. And, as usual, nothing eventful happened in the prefect meeting. It soon passed quickly also. As if there was something more important around to happen.
I was walking down to the dungeons after the prefect meeting. The moment felt normal. It didn't feel as though as I was to come in contact with anything. So I didn't at all expect to run into the Mudblood.
She fell to the ground.
"Watch where you're going, Mudblood," I said, a certain amount of disgust coming from my lips as I said the filthy word. The filthy word for the filthy person, thing, on the ground before me. It wasn't worth my time or my words.
I expected her to get up and scamper away.
No.
"I do, Pureblood." she said, disgust coming from her words. Oh, so she is feisty.
Then, her face looked pained, and she autimatically looked down. She then mumbled, "I will."
For some reason, this girl went from feisty to obedient in 3 seconds.
Stupid Mudblood.
She then turned and walked away. Not scurried away but confidently walked with her head held high.
Stupid Mudblood.