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FOUR | SUCK IT UP, BUTTERCUP
THE NEXT TWO DAYS WERE ALL THE SAME TO SELINE. She would wake up, go to breakfast and ignore her peers (excluding her friends, of course) and pretend they weren't making fun of her behind her back. Apparently Malfoy had decided to retell her speech. . . in a very exaggerated and unflattering way. From what she hadn't been able to block out, the general gist is that Seline absolutely hated the noble house of Slytherin—apparently she wants to transfer to Gryffindor with her sister (gross). This apparently why she purposely got detention—to sabotage their house-points. Oh, and furthermore, she's apparently racist against purebloods because they were a dying minority.
What a massive pile of turd.
The rest of Seline's new routine was quite barren: sit at the back of all her classes, head down at lunch and then for the dreaded detentions. During these rendezvous, Draco and Seline had decided to completely ignore each other. Yes, she wanted go off at him about his stupid rumour-spreading but she figured he would just make up more lies again. You know, Seline is actually quite grateful that they don't talk. It meant she didn't have to deal with the stupid things his mouth could concuct. Nor did she have to listen to deepened vibrations of his voice (thank-god he had hit puberty).
Seline couldn't have been more grateful when Thursday rolled around.
"We'll be finished tonight," she told Astoria and Nicolette excitedly as she did her tie up in front of the mirror. Her eyes were more focused on the little crack in the corner and how it distorted her face rather than focusing on how her tie looked. "Then I never want to look at another potion ingredient in my life," she beamed.
Astoria was sitting on the floor at the foot of Nicolette's bed as the latter girl twisted her hair into an intricate braid. Seline had tried to keep track of where the hair went—hoping for tips but she had quickly lost track. If braids didn't accentuate the size of Selines forehead, she would have asked for a braid, too.
