Chapter 4

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Claire flew across corridors carful not to disturb any portraits. 

The three girls came into view, they were sitting the great hall. How predictable. 

"Guys I really don't think we should talk about her.. she could hear us" Said the girl with the brown eyes fearfully. 

"What do you mean!? That Claire's an absolute bitch, we have every right to talk about her." Said Pansy Parkinson sneering. 

"B—but—" The girl was interrupted by Pansy.

"But what Millicent?" She said raising an eyebrow, clearly frustrated. 

"I agree with Milly" Said the girl with the chocolate hair.

"Gertrude! Not you too!" Said Pansy her nails digging into her thighs. 

"Come on Milly" said Gertrude getting up. 

There was silence.

"Well?" Said Pansy directing her words to Millicent. 

"Uhm.. I think I'll stay with Pans.. Sorry Ger.." 

"Fine. Don't come running to me afterwards." Said Gertrude her nose up in the air as she walked out. 

Pansy smirked. Claire smirked as well. Good old Gertrude escaped whatever punishment she was about to give Pansy and Millicent. 

Claire went onto the little platform meant for teachers and de-transformed behind Albus Dumbledore's chair which was the biggest one.

As Pansy continued to trash talk her. The Goblet of fire was sitting there. No one had put their name in the fire yet. 

Millicent seemed to realise Claire was standing on the stage, hands on her hips, her lip gloss shining in the moonlight. Millicent's eyes went wide and her lips parted. 

"P—Pansy..?" She said gulping.

"What?" said Pansy abruptly sensing Millicent's fear. 

Millicent simply points behind her with a shaky hand. 

Pansy turns and her eyes widen, her body freezes up for a moment before she draws out her brown wand. 

"If you think we're going to allow you to hex me or Millicent again, you're wrong" She says her voice fully confident. 

Claire arches an eyebrow, amused. 

"Darling" says Claire in a mocking sickly-sweet voice "Who said anything about allow? I am going to hex you one way or another."

"Well I'm not going down without a fight" Smirks Pansy masking her emotions the way pure-bloods were taught, but the difference between Claire and Pansy was Pansy masked her emotions only when necessary, Claire masked hers all the time.

"So be it" Smirks Claire.

"Petrificus Totalus!" Starts Pansy. 

"Protego" Whispers Claire lazily flicking her wrist.

"Bomba—" 

"WHAT IS HAPPENING HERE!?" Shouts Filch. Merlin.

She rolls her eyes. While Pansy is distracted Claire doesn't hesitate "Manus slap" she whispers and two magically transparent hands start slapping Pansy's face. "Cataracta" She aims at Millicent, the water rushes out of Claire's wand and shoots straight at Millicent's face covering her nose with water making it hard for her to breath.

Filch was still yelling but did she care? No. 

Soon Mcgonagall rushed in, in her night robes, in short she looked hilarious. It was like that time she was wearing robes in first year. Claire sneered at her and the others. She was going to take points from Slytherin. Did she care? No. Claire couldn't care less about house points and winning the house cup. The whole thing was just there to control the students.

"Miss Malfoy, Miss Parkinson and Miss Bulstrode what are you doing!? Dueling in the middle of the night! That will be 50 points off" Here came the twist "each of you, my students would never."

Her students. Ha! Does she even know what her students do?

Claire rolls her eyes and looks down at her nails. 

"You shall all see me in detention tomorrow at six o'clock sharp. No exceptions." 

Pansy grunts, her cheeks red, whether from embarrassment or from the hands that slapped her we will never know. Millicent is catching her breath. Serves them right. 

She doesn't argue with Mcgonagall and just leaves, not caring if she finds it rude or not. 

She walks to the Slytherin common room where she waits for a bit until Pansy and Millicent arrive. She holds her hand in front making them stop walking and says "You can enter the room when I call you to, understood?"

Pansy opens her mouth but Millicent hurriedly replies instead "Yes yes" 

"Good" Smirks Claire. 

She walks down the corridor to her dorm room to see Filch there with two fangs with him, he's facing the window of course but that doesn't bother Claire. 

She smirks and walks towards Reanna and lifts the fangs up with her wand using the charm they learnt in the first year. 

Reanna looks at her and tilts her head again for the millionth time.

"Stop tilting your head or I won't change you back." Says Claire threateningly.

Reanna straightens her head and nods a scared look overtaking her face. 

Claire wondered what Reanna thought of her handwriting but quickly puts on the pureblood mask before Reanna can notice and difference in Claire's face.

Claire smirks again and blindfolds Reanna and summons a longish wood case where she puts the fangs inside safely and locks it with multiple charms only Claire can unlock, and just incase someone does manage to unlock it they'll see nothing inside, they'll only see the fangs if Claire has told them about it. She smirks at how good she is, the proud feeling bubbling in her chest, but she can't let it show on her face. No. Never. 

She with her wand takes the blindfold off and makes Reanna look like Reanna again, Reanna's hair once again turns into the sandy messy neck length blonde colour, her eyes that were brandy brown turn into a sea like colour, yet they look like the sky at the same time. Her skin from rough and bumpy turns smooth and tanned like earlier. 

She smiles at Claire and skips dreamily to her poster bed.

Claire prevents herself from smiling, what was up with herself? She goes out and calls in the other girls, noting Gertrude's presence. 

They all walk in meekly, Gertrude having an 'I told you so' aura around her. 

Soon they all change and snuggle into bed and fall asleep. Gertrude snoring softly. 

Claire stares at the ceiling, what was happening to her? Why was she letting Reanna Troy affect her? She then wondered what she wondered every single year.. Would her father come back? 

Soon Claire too, fell asleep. 

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