1st year, October 15th
"Mia, I swear on Cuchulain's grave, that if you get me in another detention, I will hurt you so fiercely you'll never know what hit you," Patrick muttered murderously, scrubbing the stone trophy floor on his hands and knees.
"Who's Coo-hoo-lin?" Alex asked, looking up curiously from his spot by the door. He looked down grimaced at the grime coating the stones.
"Ancient Irish hero," Mia said. "It's been a month and you don't notice that Patrick always swears on Cuchulain's something? I asked him that ages ago."
"I was a bit more preoccupied with the fact that it's been a month, and you've managed to land us in eight detentions!" Alex snapped.
"That's not so bad," Mia argued.
"Not seein' how, from me position o'er here," Patrick said.
"Sometimes your accent is thick, other times not as much," Mia said.
"It's gets thicker when he gets angrier," Alex snorted.
Patrick glared at the two of them before returning to scrubbing the floor.
"What even made you decide that it'd be a good idea to steal worms from Herbology and put them in the meals?" Alex demanded.
"I only put them in one meal!" she cried.
"Yeah, Justin Nott's! Stupid, stupid, stupid!" Patrick said. He threw his sponge at her, hitting her squarely in the face.
Mia did nothing. She didn't move, didn't speak, and she didn't refrain from glaring at Patrick, either.
"Why did you pick Nott?" Alex asked. His eyebrows were quirked and he was looking at her with that curiosity that Mia knew meant he was onto something.
"Nothing," she mumbled.
"Mia…" Patrick said.
"He said I was Death Eater scum," she whispered, head hung.
"That bastard!" Patrick declared. He scrambled to his feet and began to set off, presumably to beat Nott to a pulp, up until Alex pulled him back into the room.
"When?" Alex asked.
"A few days ago. I didn't know any hexes or anything, though, so I punched him," Mia admitted. "That's why I wasn't at dinner on Tuesday; I was in detention."
"He deserved it," Patrick said.
Mia shrugged. "He said my family was filled with Death Eaters. That we were no better than the dirt on the bottom of his shoes."
Mia sniffled and Patrick and Alex came and sat beside her. Alex wrapped an arm around her while Patrick stared helplessly and just a bit frightened. What was he supposed to do with a crying girl?
"How come you didn't get a teacher?" Alex asked.
Both Mia and Patrick looked up at him like he was the incarnation of Old Voldy, himself.
"You're kiddin', right?"
Alex swallowed and looked away.
"I wasn't going to just sit back and take it," Mia said. "He deserved what he got. I'm not going to take anything from anybody, ever again," she growled.
Alex and Patrick shared a nervous look over her head.
Review, please! I know it's super short, I'm just kind of setting up their personalities, right now. This story will have snippets from different parts of Mia's life, mostly with Alex and Patrick. The rest of the Weasley-Malfoy-Carmichael-Finnegan family (families) will be involved, too.