Pachyderm: a person who is not sensitive to criticism, ridicule, etc.
February 18, 2020
"You are a vile toad!"
"Why thank you, Bennit, you're rather warty yourself."
"I can't believe I'm stuck working with the biggest imbecile in the year."
"Wait, your boyfriend's working with us, too? Just give him something shiny. That ought to keep him distracted for the class – but make sure you don't look into it. You might turn to stone if you catch sight of your reflection."
Madeline Bennit slammed her bag down on the potions desk and glowered at the boy opposite her. He smirked, leaning back in his chair with his hands behind his head.
"I hope you know how much I detest you, Potter," she said in a deceivingly calm voice, tossing her fiery red braid over her shoulder.
"Oh, likewise, Bennit, likewise I'm sure." James nodded, flashing her a winning smile. "Shall we get this done, then? Only it would make it easier if we finished before your snake – er, I mean your hair woke up."
Across the dungeon, Fred Weasley dropped his head into his hands. He wondered if Professor Mervine was hoping for his class to go up in flames. Maybe he and James shouldn't have left that dung bomb in his cauldron….
A/N: this one's on the short side, sorry about that. But I rather liked it short like this. Hopefully I'll be adding another chapter today to make up for it and to catch up. Please review! Thank you SO much to everyone who does! Really. Even if I don't get around to PMing you, I do read and appreciate all the feedback I get. :D