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Michelle Fitzgerald doesn't do grudges, for a multitude of reasons. It was a given, she had always expected.
Grudges forced you to waste time on a person, you had to meticulously plan out your every move to make sure they were constantly aware of your anger. And Michelle believed she had much better ways to spend her time.
Such time could be spent creating a new spell, protesting against the ban of girls wearing trousers with their uniform, or meeting the Minister of Magic. All things Michelle has done, thank you very much.
But one thing the Fitzgerald girl would spend most of her time doing, was being the head of the school newspaper. She started it up in her 3rd year. It was a way to bring all students together, to spread vital information.
News Flash was Michelle's pride and joy, being the Head Writer meant that she had to be the morally grey character. The 'you have to see both sides of the story' friend. It was always forgive and forget, right?
WRONG! James Fleamont Potter and Sirius Orion Black bent her morals one bitter winter morning. Their deceitfulness wouldn't go without punishment, a grudge was in order.
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"Right, so like you say- you believe the stem of the prejudice against Slytherins comes not just from the students, but the teachers. Would that be correct, and if so would you care to elaborate?" Michelle walked alongside a lanky Severus Snape. She clutched her journal in one hand as her quill hovered over the paper, waiting for Snape to speak. She had enchanted it to do so a couple weeks ago, and she was proud of herself for achieving it.
"That would be correct, yes. The way I see it, teachers at this school encourage the students unfair bias of us Slytherins by putting other houses, namely Gryffindors, upon a pedestal of superiority. They are, aware of it or not, creating an inequitable hierarchy and Gryffindors are at the top of this sick food chain." The black haired boy strode beside her, tutting once he was finished with what he had said. He looked to his side to see Michelle nodding up at him, though she was of average stature the Slytherin held a few inches above her.
This answer got Michelle thinking. She had always thought that house segregation was stupid. Why did an 11 year old have to conform to the traits of a house that a hat, that had to have spread nits at some point, claimed would bring them to their full potential? But the way Snape worded it resonated with her.
She remembered being in her first year, sat upon that three legged stool with the Sorting hat perched upon her head. Gryffindor was the house she begged and pleaded to be in. Her father was in Gryffindor, and she wanted to make him proud.
Yet when the hat yelled out 'RAVENCLAW' she couldn't help but sit there stunned for a moment. She was only broken out of her daze, when an applause erupted from her houses table and Mcgonagall had tapped her on the shoulder and subtly pointed to the table she was supposed to head towards.
