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[Chapter ten]

I looked at her, tears of anger pouring down her cheeks and knew it had gone past the 'too fair' mark. Her hair knotted into weird twists that looked slightly painful hung loosely around her cheeks, her face plastered white with flour, her shoes enlarged shining brightly up at me reminding me of clowns shoes, her uniform distorted with many bright colours, my friend looked like a clown.

“I'll fucking murder them all! Stupid little basta-

“Calm down Leona it's not that bad” Kris piped in, trying to calm her down but only managing to increase her bad mood. I bit my lip and held back as her eye's bulged angrily, her nostrils flared and her hands met his head.

“Look at me Kris! Do I look good to you? Have you not seen my fricken hair? You stupid dip shit I look like a clown and all you can say it 'it's not that bad!'”

Kris shrugged as he rubbed the back of his head. “You always look good to me” he mumbled. However Leona was on a rampage and didn't full register his words instead she flung herself up to the girls stairs leaving us all slightly unsure of what to do.

Oliver coughed. “I have a feeling I'm next”

“Don't we all!?” Neville Longbottom piped up. I smiled at him, he was right, everyone was fed up of watching there backs.

“Haha! Fred's just slimed Zambini!” George shouted as he ran into the common room, his brother following behind smugly carrying a huge glass jaw.

“Curtsey of Hagrids many, many animals!” he laughed.

I rolled my eye's. Of course they would get there endless supply from Hagrid, he was another professor completely blind to what was going on and to be perfectly honest it was pretty hard to be oblivious to what was going on....

“Erm excuse me Grace?” I turned from my day dream to face a third year, her hair wild and frizzy, her bottle top glasses and cheeky smile, I raised my eye brows.

“Yeah?”

She looked down to a green and silver package, looked back up at me with little frightened eye's and thrust the package into my hands.

“It's from the Slytherins” The little girl yelped before running off to join her friends. Oliver sat down next to me and placed a hand on my shoulder. I looked up at him and smiled, he truly was gorgeous.

Undoing the neat packaging I found myself staring at a little black box with the words.

Beauty of the Gryffindorks.

I hastily pulled the lid off and groaned as thousands of pictures burst out, pictures of every single one of us who had been targeted by the Slytherins and all of the terrible things they had done to us. I plucked mine out and shook my head. Malfoy had written a little message underneath.

An improvement, don't you think so?