!!!!! MENTION OF BLOOD !!!!!!
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"Where are we going agian?" I ask curiously, skipping next to Avery and Rosier, which I learned their names are Luis and Rowen. Luis rolls his eyes.
"We're trying to find Hellen, give him a nice suprise." Rowen explains, taking a sharp turn towards the ravenclaw tower. I nod along, I'm still pretending to think that this is a good idea. They can't just attack him, whoever he is. Right? We walk down a few stairs, where a boy with brown hair and a long face sits, reading a book. Where we are standing is a weird space, I don't think I was ever down here. Suppose it's a short cut to get between the 3rd and 4th floor of Hogwarts. As soon as Hellen sees us, he stands trying to run away. Luis whips out his wand, casting a spell that made him trip and fall on his face. He groans, and a pool of blood spills from his nose onto the ground. I stand at the top of the stairs, watching as Rowen picks up the bloody boy by the collar.
"Mudbloods like you should learn to stay in there place!" He shouts, smashing his head agianst the brick wall. A crack sounds, and Hellen's loud groans fill my ears. Luis and Rowen continue to throw punches at him, kicking his back and pulling his hair. I watch silently, noticing the familiar faces of fury on Luis and Rowen's faces. The exact frustration that my father had on his whenever he would beat my mother. I remember, the fat bastard would take rounds on my mother, drinking more of the poison acid from his silver flask. I hate him. The rage inside me bubbling up. I'm not mad about what they're doing to Hellen no, I couldn't care less. The rage is coming from my father. From all the problems he caused. He left, and when he did, he took a piece of my mother with him. She's not the same at all. She barely cares about me, she drinks all her sorrow and woes away. And then she whores around with random old men that she finds walking outside. I hate her. I hate him. I hate everything. I want to scream, why can't I scream? I want to hit something, I need to hit something.
"Diffindo!" The spell rolls off my tounge, hitting the boy coughing on the ground. Dark red slits cover his cheeks, arms, legs. The blood slowly trickles out, the smell overwhelming my nose. Rowen and Luis stop hitting him, slowly bringing their eyes to me. I stare at the useless heap of fat at the bottom of the stairs, gripping my wand tighter.
"We're done here."
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