The Wolf's Fairy [Hogwarts Setting]

Alittle Spite

*Elios' perspective*

Melinda hadn't made eye contact with him for several days, let alone speak. He hoped that she wouldn't tell anyone, but he couldn't be sure.

She was certainly very downhearted. Elios did not blame her for hating him...he did not really expect anything else. Werewolves were dangerous creatures, and pureblood families did not like to be associated with them. He was lucky that his father hadn't disowned him yet.
He had received letters from his mother every week. She usually said words of encouragement, or otherwise just told funny things that had happened at home, trying to make him feel better.

Elios had been missing Sullivan more than ever. He wondered sometimes how he would react to knowing Elios' condition, eventually deciding on the most pessimistic scenario where Sullivan would throw him a loathsome look and never turn to him again.

Melinda was sitting very far from him this time in the hall. When Simon asked him why, Elios brushed it off saying they had an arguement.
Elios was glancing around the table when he noticed something. Soleil was studying him very carefully. When he returned the stare, she narrowed her eyes and then looked away.
Melinda came upto Simon, a very solemn look on her face.

"I need to talk to you."

Simon confusedly looked between her and Elios. Eventually he asked, "me? Are you sure?"

She glanced at Elios very slightly, but then ignored him.

"Yes."

He shrugged at Elios, and quietly followed.
Elios felt a horrible feeling in his stomach. He grabbed Simon's hand instinctively.
Simon looked at him expectantly, but Elios couldn't say anything. What would he say to Simon? "Don't believe what she says"? That would make him look even more suspicious.

"Nothing." He said and let go of his hand.

Melinda, who was waiting for Simon, led him to the corridor outside the great hall. Elios slowly sank down in his seat, while his heart sank in his chest. His stomach curled horribly at the thought of Simon hating him...abandoning him...

He sighed deeply.
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*Elena's perspective*

Elena levitated the unlid jars of mud with her wind-manipulation. She was standing very far away, behind a wall. Nott had no idea what was coming for her.
She tilted it over by jerking her hand in air.

The contents of the jar completely emptied over her. She let out a shriek. It was a spectacular sight; the beautiful Melinda Nott soaked in mud, yelling and crying. Her short hair was drenched in a thick layer of mud.
Many students gathered around, laughing. Yaxley tried to find out who did it by searching through the crowd angrily.

Elena hid herself completely behind the wall, hoping that everything would go as planned. Felicia and Soleil were still seated in the hall, so no one could suspect them. Elena had used her fairy magic, and left her wand in her bag.
If anyone tried to point at her, she could easily give proof that she hadn't used any magic in the last two hours. Any wizard magic, anyway.

She non-chalantly walked into the hall again, and seated herself, feeling satisfied.
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Ok so we got to see elena be petty.
Cheers!