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three the set up
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NOW, NADIA DIDN'T THINK OF HERSELF AS A POUTY PERSON. When she didn't get her way, which happened much more than she liked, she was good at letting the disappointment and the whines about how unfair it was roll of her before grinning and bearing whatever she was given instead. But this...this was much more than getting a bad grade even though she deserved a better one just because her professor didn't understand her argument, or arguing with her dad over this or that...no, this was her dream.
Not her dream, really, because this wasn't her main goal in life. No, she aspired to be more – but she also aspired to show every single person at Hogwarts who didn't think she belonged so incredibly wrong. And Prefect was just the way to do that. To be the model student, the one who excelled in class, the one who followed the rules – the model wizard who could become Minister of Magic if she so wished one day. Not that she would, she didn't like the idea of being in charge of so many people or talking politics.
But she worked hard for this. So incredibly hard. She pulled the long nights to get the highest marks to prove that she knew more shit about magic than those who were pureblood, never cheating or taking the easiest route. She went above and beyond in every aspect, getting involved in clubs, gaining the favor of her professors, following every rule to a T and never letting her anger get the best of her when she didn't get her way.
And then there was Sirius – who didn't work hard for his grades, didn't give a shit about them, wasn't a model student, didn't go above and beyond, yet he still managed to be a Prefect! Fucking perfect! Of course she works her ass off for this position, to be taken seriously by her peers and show the world that she deserved to be at Hogwarts, and Sirius Black who didn't give a single flying fuck got the same role as her, diminishing her hard work.
It was unfair, and she was definitely whining and pouting, but she didn't give a shit. Not really. Not when it was coming and utterly unfair of Headmaster Dumbledore and whoever else decides the Prefects thought that Sirius Black was a good idea.
"Stop glaring at your chicken," Lucille said calmly, cutting into her own meat and delicately eating it. She was so pristine, and Nadia couldn't help but feel barbaric next to her sometimes. "It did nothing wrong to you."
"I'm imagining the chicken to be someone else," Nadia muttered but did shake her head, shoving off the glare and roughly biting into her meat.
Lucille rolled her eyes, already over Nadia's pity party when it had hardly even begun. "I know who you're imagining, and pretending to have lasers in your eyes as you burn holes into it won't change anything."
"I hardly see why you should be complaining. I got Clarissa Holloway, who we can all agree is much worse," Loren cut in, a snarl as he mentioned her name.
