There are too many people in Hogwarts. The building simply cannot accommodate this many young children, not without crowding the hall ways. Which was happening now. It was almost impossible to run without slamming into someone, or intimately touching people you didn’t want to touch. I tried in vain to dodge a flock (because there is no other way to describe them) of first years, who had decided that the middle of a hallway was a great place to stop and talk. Honestly, are people getting stupider by the generation?
“Excuse me.”
They didn’t move.
“Excuse me. Are you deaf?”
None of them even acknowledged me, rude little callous children. Manners are obviously deteriorating as well as wit.
“Move,” I told them, my tea spoon of patience disappearing, “Now.”
“What?” Ah, a reaction.
“I said move.” The girl who was speaking raised a blonde eyebrow.
“You could use some manners.”
It took a great deal of self-control to not scoff. “I tried that. You were too busy talking about how hot someone was to notice me.”
“Maybe that’s because you’re so plain.” The girl wore a smug smile, her delicate features placed in a look of superiority.
“Hang on while I recover from that,” I paused for a few seconds, “Now move.”
“Not until you say please.”
I looked down at her tie. Of course, Slytherin. Where is the Justice in this world?
“I’m not going to say please,” I told her, well aware of the fact that I was fighting with an eleven year old. “I don’t even need to say please, you brat.”
“Ouch that hurt.” She replied, sarcasm evident all throughout her smug little voice.
“I hold authority over you,” I lectured her, “You are obliged to obey me.”
“I,” She glanced at her friends, “We aren’t going to do anything you say, Gryffindor.”
“What a shame,” I told them, reaching into my pocket and grabbing my wand, “Maybe I’ll just have to blast you out of the way.”
The girls stayed where they were. Well if they want to get blown to pieces…
Just as I was about to utter the jinx, someone grabbed my shoulders and pulled me back.
“What the hell, Mal?” Sequin asked, “Put your wand away.”
“Not until these darling little children move.” I told her, glaring at the arrogant blonde.
“Their first years,” Sequin told me, “I don’t care if they’re annoying snot faces, because they are,” She threw a poisons glare at them, “But you can’t jinx them.”
I made a face.
“But Quinn!”
“Mals, no.” Sequin looked at the first years, “Now please,” she asked, “Move.”
The blonde snot faced one grinned. “You only had to ask.”
Before I could reply, Sequin guided me through the split in the middle of the group and out into a people- free corridor.
“I can walk.” I told her, shrugging her hands off my shoulders.
“Wow,” she bit back sarcastically, “That’s news to me.”
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The Wild Side
FanfictionMaladie Cain thought that the worst thing that could happen to her this year was the Winter Ball, or that her sister’s Slytherin boyfriend would try to make friends with her, or maybe her O.W.L exams... Oh, how she was wrong. With friends across mo...
