The Curse of Being a Mudblood

Chapter Seven

Bella stood in her dorm, looking in a mirror.

"Daaaarling." Bella drawled, attemping a southern American accent, pronouncing it "Dahling."

She grinned at her reflection.

"I think my best friend is myself," Bella announced to no one.

And that was true.

Bella crossed her arms. "It's probably because I'm just so damn hilarious." She told the girl across from her, who also crossed her arms.

Bella frowned, she laughed, she glared.

"Mudblood." Bella spat at her reflection.

"Freak" The girl in the mirror hissed back, and Bella's good mood dropped.

Bella adjusted her robes, then her red and gold tie. "Gryffindor."

The reflection imitated her, and Bella repeated defensively, "Gryffindor. Bravest of all."

Bella snorted with skeptiscim. She wasn't brave, she just was a fast runner.

Rubbing her temple, Bella muttered. "I really should do something."

But she had finished her homework, she had organized her trunk. She had pretended to smoke, she had wrote letters to everyone she knew, but then tore them up. And now here she was, talking to her reflection.

Good lord.

"Dearie, why don't you go down to the Common Room like the others, I'm tired of you moping around up here." Said the mirror, in a tired voice.

Bella turned and glared at it, "Oh so now you decide to say something??"

The mirror didn't answer, and Bella stormed out of the dormitory.

"Temper, temper." the mirror's voice said mildly after her

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Bella was in the Great Hall, when something hit her in the back of the head.

She was sitting at the Gryffindor table, absently stirring a spoon around in her tea, when she was hit yet again, this time in the back.

She looked over as the small round fruit fell onto the table. A grape.  

Someone was throwing grapes at her.  

She shook her head, and turned back to her tea. She hadn't slept well last night, hadn't slept at all really.

Another grape hit her, and she scowled. Okay, that was it.

She turned around to see a bunch of giggling hufflepuffs. First years, by the looks of it.

She rolled her eyes, but was hit by a small purple fruit, this time hitting her face, causing the Hufflepuffs to burst out into laughter.

Bella gritted her teeth, and stood up, grabbing her cup of pumpkin juice.  

She strolled over to them at the Hufflepuff tower, and outright poured pumpkin on the two little gits.

They stared at her in shock, the juice dripping down their faces.  

Bella smirked and turned back only to face a disapproving Mcgongall.

"Miss Evans, pray tell what you are doing to those first years."

She didn't think she had ever seen her look so angry, and she stumbled, "Well, see, uh, they were throwing grapes at me, so I decided to-"

She was interrupted by Umbridge, who had walked forward. "Problem, Minervra?"

Professor Mcgogcall's turned slowly to face Umbridge, and Bella stood there, staring at them.

"Not at all, just talking to a student in my house." Mcgogall said, with her teeth gritted.

Umbridge Nodded slowly, and Bella was momentarily distracted by the huge pink bow atop her head which also moved up and down.

Umbridge looked at her, and said something, but Bella was staring at that bow.

"Miss. Evans? I'm speaking to you."

Bella's mouth was dry, and she licked her lips nervously, and turned to Umbridge.

Mcgogall had left, it seemed.

Umbridge smiled in that sickly sweet manner, and said as though to a child.

"I'd like to see you in my office tonight, Miss. Evans. Eight o'clock."

Bella watched her go, before looking around, and ignored the two Hufflepuffs who had started the whole thing, and she walked out of the great hall, wondering what was wrong with her.

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