dungbombs and dances (s.b)

03 - is blood supremacy dumb?

"Bro did you know that you're actually very cool?" Pandora exclaimed, gazing at her friend in admiration as the duo made their way into the dungeons where there was double potions with the Slytherins.

"It's in the genetics bro," Luette flipped her hair proudly as they entered the cold dungeon that was their Potions classroom.

Pandora pursed her lips, staring at something ahead of them. It was evident that she had not heard Luette. "What is it?" Luette followed her friend's gaze and saw that a few Slytherins were glaring at them from their table.

"Don't mind them, Luette," Pandora spoke sharply before hauling the confused girl to the table furthest away from said students. "...alright, I guess?" Luette shrugged and sat down, ignoring the multiple pairs of eyes drilling through her back.

The girl thought all was well until a Slytherin girl barged into her purposely, almost knocking the glass jar of armadillo bile out of Luette's hands.

"Oh, sorry-" Her words were cut short when the Slytherin glared at her, clearly hostile.

"Watch where you're going, you filthy mudblood," Her pretty face had contorted into an ugly sneer. She looked up and down at Luette and laughed before stalking off to her giggling friends. Luette blinked after her, baffled and more than a little amused. Couldn't they do better than the crude and uncreative 'mudblood'?

"Do I have mud in my blood or something?" She chortled to Pandora later on, not expecting the latter to freeze, dropping an extra rose petal into their potion. Instead of turning pure white as it should have, it was now a little closer to light pink.

Pandora paid no mind to it, however. "Who called you that?" She hissed, her fists clenched so tightly that her knuckles turned white. Luette had never seen her good friend that furious before.

"Er, I think her name was... Bultrode or something? Hey, where are you going?" Luette was startled when the small brunette stormed towards said Slytherin girl. "Oi, Pandora!" She watched helplessly as a huge row played out before her eyes.

"Bulstrode, you're absolutely vile."

The petite black-haired girl turned her head to see the fuming brunette glaring daggers at her. She looked bemused at first, but glanced at Luette and her expression relaxed.

"I don't see anything wrong with what I said though, my dearest Paxley." Her lips curled upwards into a malicious smirk. By then, the entire class had their eyes on the two girls. Poor Professor Slughorn tried in vain to redirect his students' attention back to their Potions, but soon gave up.

"Well, I think Luette deserves an apology," Pandora growled, unfazed by the leering Slytherins.

"Pffft, you Hufflepuffs are so stupidly loyal. Why go to such  lengths to defend a lowly muggleborn like her?" At this, many Hufflepuffs muttered angrily, about to cause a huge commotion when Luette herself laughed, catching both Bulstrode and Pandora off-guard as they stared at her like she was going insane.

"Are you seriously hating people like me because we're, well, mudbloods?"

Many gasped at how nonchalantly the slur rolled off the Hufflepuff's tongue, almost like water.

"I don't get this whole blood superiority thing. In fact, aren't most pure-bloods like you... products of incest, to put it nicely? Honestly, it's really laughable that most of you guys act so high and mighty and think you're above muggleborns, when in all honesty, hate to break it to you, but...

no, you're not."

This pronouncement was met with the loudest silence Luette had ever heard. Before anyone could say anything, she had already grabbed her potion books and sauntered out of the dungeons.