Word count: 368
2 Week Drabble Wars: (scenario) Write about your character doing something good to somebody/(dialogue) "I'm going to kill him! I'm going to finish him like a cheesecake!"
March Event
It was late at night, and Minerva was quietly shuffling through the first floor corridor, doing her prefect rounds. This night seemed to be one of the quieter ones, as she was already done with her duties, and so far, she hasn't found anyone ambling outside after curfew.
Well, at least up until that point. As she neared the Transfigurations classroom - which was one of her favourites, purely because of her love for the subject - she heard a quiet sniffling sound coming from the end of the hallway.
She didn't hesitate to rush over to the source of the sound, which was a shadowy corner, where sat a little girl, probably a first or second year, with rumpled Hufflepuff robes, holding her head in her palms, her shoulders shaking while she sobbed.
"Hey, did somebody hurt you?" Minerva asked the girl, squatting down next to her while clasping a hand on her shoulder. "You can tell me; I'm a prefect."
"T-there was a S-Slytherin boy, but I don't know what year he's in," the girl stuttered, wiping her face with the back of her hand.
"What's your name?" Minerva asked.
"Pomona. Pomona Sprout," the little girl answered.
"So, Pomona, can you tell me what he looked like? I might know him," Minerva tried getting any kind of information out of the girl.
"Well... He had light brown hair, and he was really tall. He insulted me because I wasn't a pureblood, and said I was an unnecessary taint, who doesn't deserve magic," Pomona explained. "Then he shoved me to this wall and spat "useless Hufflepuff" at me."
"Hm…" Minerva hummed. There was one Slytherin boy in her year, called Aiden McNair, who fit the description perfectly, and as the realization hit her, she tried to suppress the little voice in the back of her head which was constantly repeating "I'll kill him! I'll finish him like cheesecake!" to her.
"I know a boy," she told Pomona instead. "And you shouldn't take his words for granted, he's like that with everyone, who's not of the purest blood. Come on, let's get you cleaned up," she said, taking the Hufflepuff by the arm and helping her standing up.