I'm Not Perfect | Seamus Finnigan

Christmas

A/N: I thought I would share this picture with you because it's adorable! (And pretty accurate) It's attached :) P.S. I absolutely love the Hufflepuff one because I, myself, am a Hufflepuff :) 

I've begun to notice how many smiley faces I type when messaging someone or writing authors notes, or commenting.

Waking up in the morning, a realization hit me, "It's Christmas Eve." I said aloud.

"Yeah. You haven't noticed?" Luna asked.

I shook my head, "I haven't even noticed it snowed. I must've been inside studying so much."

"Maybe you should get outside today. Hogsmeade is open this afternoon."

"Yeah. That'd probably be best."

"Are you going to visit your family for Christmas?" Luna asked.

I shook my head, "I've asked to stay at Hogwarts. Things are too complicated what with the whole" I dropped my voice to a whisper, "Order of the Pheonix."

Luna nodded, "That's good. You can spend Christmas with the Weasley's, and Harry, and Seamus. I think Hermione's staying this year, too."

We stepped out of the dormitory and made our way down the Ravenclaw tower stairs. Walking in through the doors of the Great Hall, everyone, and I mean everyone, turned to stare at me. Self -conciously ducking my head and walking to the Ravenclaw table, Parkinson stood in my way.

I looked up. "What?"

"It's a full moon tonight." she sneered.

"And?" 

She narrowed her eyes, "I don't like discusting mutts roaming around the halls of my school."

Okay, that one actually hurt. "It's not your school."

"Oh, but many others would agree with me. They don't want a murderous werewolf roaming around the school."

"I've only transformed five times, Parkinson. And your parents and their fellow death eaters have killed more people than werewolves have in centuries."

Parkinson held her glare, "Yes but those people were mudbloods. And worthless muggles. We don't need those."

"Those?" I snapped, "You're saying it like their objects. Like they're a pair of old shoes to get rid of. They're people! They're just as human as you, and me, so deal with it, Parkinson. I really don't understand where this whole prejudice came from in first place! Muggle borns and Pure bloods have the same amount of magic and power within them whether you like it or not! And purebloods like you, who are determined to stay that way, are only still in existance because of varying degrees of incest! Your numbers are dwindling because more people are starting to get a brain and a heart and accepting the fact that you're no better than anyone else! No wonder you're failing all your classes, Parkinson. You're to busy dancing in bed with half the guys in your house."

Her mouth fell open. She was going to speak, but I put a hand out to stop her.

"And don't try to deny it. I saw how many guys you were looking at when you were told to prick your finger in 6th year potions. The only person you didn't look at was Draco. And that's probably because he's smarter than to do. . ' I gestured to her, "this. So you can shut your fat trap and quit calling everybody mudbloods! It doesn't even make sense! Half the people you call mudbloods aren't even muggleborns! You've got just as much magic in you as Hermione Granger. Actually, probably less. I've never seen you perform a spell correctly. EVER. In the history of you being at Hogwarts! Hermione on the other hand, could beat you in a duel so easily it'd look like you weren't even trying. So quit insulting my friends. And I'm NOT going to say please. You can call me a discusting mutt, you can call me miss 'perfection', but do NOT under ANY CIRCUMSTANCES call ANYONE a mudblood in front of me."