A/N: Eh. I've decided not to make these in the same universe - exploring is more fun. This one is kind of not…the characters behave slightly differently. But I don't like it much. Ah well.
Prompt #8: 7/16/17
220 words, according to Google docs.
"Well, if it isn't a sniveling, little bratty Gryffindor first year." Ginny's ears perked immediately (to the casual observer, she could have been likened to a feline) and, touching her prefect's badge reassuringly, she rounded the corner, ready to bring to justice any unfortunate victim in sight.
"Malfoy?" She skidded to a halt as soon as she laid eyes on the Slytherin, noticing the cowing first year a split second later.
"Yes, that is my name, Weasley." He sneered at her, somehow keeping the first year against the wall at the same time. He waited, an expression of patronizing patience on his aristocratic face. "Now, would you mind? I have more important things to do than stick around talking to the littlest Weasel." Ginny's temper flared at once, and, taking a threatening step forward, she pointed a slender finger at his chest.
"You think you're so scary," she seethed, "growing up to be daddy's boy and terrorizing muggles and half-bloods. But you know what?" She resisted the urge to stomp her foot. "You're nothing but a mumbling, two-faced coward."
She ignored the dangerous flash in his steely grey eyes, opting to turn her attention to the first year, who was still against the wall.
"C'mon," she said, completely ignoring the fuming Slytherin behind her. "Let's get you out of here."