|Chapter 198 : Signatures|

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Watching Oscar dump himself down on the bench beside me I finally wiped the scowl from my face as I looked at him

"Wrong table- both of you" I said to them after Holly sat down opposite us and I glanced around the Slytherin table before back to her as I raised my eyebrows at her





"We know-"






"Oscar might be tolerated but Gryffindors genuinely aren't"






"Well I'm more tolerated than Weasley"







"Well you've got a point there- how's Fred been treating you? He hasn't been acting off again has he?" I asked as she shook her head and I glanced past her and to the twins at the table behind her as I met their gaze before turning away






"He's been acting like he usually does, laughing his head off, acting like an idiot, playing pranks, stuck in detentions. He treats me really well actually, doesn't let people give me shit" she said thoughtfully as I scoffed and stirred my soup with a scowl






"Cedric's the same, he hasn't been letting anyone bother me"






"Oh wow well don't you two have a life of fucking luxury"






"So it hasn't gotten any easier?"






"Holly. I'm in Slytherin. The most hated house in this school, I'm the most hated person in our year and the Ravenclaws won't fucking back off. Do you think it's gotten easier?"






"Hasn't Cedric done anything?"






"With as much as he's done for me already he can only do so much" I mumbled as I tore up my bread and dropped it into my soup as I finally made a start on my lunch

"Anyway, what're we going to do about Weaslebee?"






"Well, we're arranging the time and that tonight with you, Malfoy, him and Potter"






"I'm not going to be there"







"You aren't? Why?"







"No. Draco said he doesn't think I should go so I agreed. I'll just be waiting for him in the common room"






"Oh... alright. Have you had any ideas on what you're going to do?"







"Duel him?" I asked Oscar as I gave him a look and he shook his head with a smile as I glanced back to the Gryffindor table, watching Ron as he sat with a strange matter around him, as if holding court as I scoffed

"Look at him, he's nothing more than a vacuous mass"





"What do you mean?"






"Jesus fucking Christ Oscar, get your head out of your arse and listen to Amelia"






"Thanks for that Holly"







"Honestly, look at him... fucking prick. I don't think he realises that every action has its equal opposite reaction. He's going to get what he deserves-"




"You mean, like, karma?"






"Basically, yes"






"Come on, Amelia. You're the only one ballsy enough to stand up to what's been happening"






"Never mind about that, somebody has to stand up to his mouth"






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