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Deniiz 
Forrest was just GLAD to hear her scream, and he tried his best to spread as much mud as possible over her. His hands were on her face--not clawing or anything, but simply covering her skin with mud as his other hand tried to hug her tightly to cover her clothes in mud too. And she probably had no luck pulling his hair because it should be pretty slippery because of the mud SHE had caused.
You didn't calculate THIS, eh Slytherin?
"YOU are MUDBLOOD!" he yelled back at her as he tried to hug her tightly--he hadn't heard the word before, but it didn't require to be genius to know what they meant. TEARS stung in his eyes, tears of disgrace as he was reminded once again that he was perhaps a second-class wizard. But he wasn't going to cry in front of her. Clutching on her neck as strongly as he could, he just held onto her as if his life depended on it before he lost his balance towards the swamp.
If he fell, he was taking her down with him.
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Magical Soul The cane proceeding him as usual, Botros made his way down from his office to where Feo was supposed to have his daily fun. The Crup was prancing around the old man, he would sprint when his owner took too long to move and then come back for an ear-scratch, head-pet or any other signs of deserved affection. There was so much on the professor's mind, his pet could feel the distracted pets, but it wasn't anything a man would share with... his doggy.
MUDBLOOD MUDBLOOD MUDBLOOD...
Botros froze on the spot momentarily, shocked by the echo of this word to have come from such young voices. He squinted his eyes and pointed his cane at the two literally dirty kids, "YOU! There!" Oh Merlin, they were falling. The Crup started barking and raaaaaaaaan toward the kids, WOOF WOOF WOOF! Meanwhile the professor waved his cane (i.e. magical staff) and meant for the spell to pull them away from the swamp and to fall on the floor instead. HOPEFULLY he would not be too late. He was speed cane!walking toward them, his cane raised in front of him.
Today, he was not the good ole' Botros.
“DONT TOUCH ME! YOU ARE DISGUSTING!” The second year old tried to slap Forrest in his face, hoping that she could hurt him and that he would let go of her. This was NOT what she had planned, she had not thought about the possibility that he would attack her and would fight with her! No, she hasn’t thought about that, but she was READY for him. She HATED it to be dirty and she HATED it to be covered with mud, again, but what she hated more was that Forrest thought that he was better than she was! And HE WASN'T better than she, no, he would NEVER been better than she!
“I HATE you, stupid cow! You are trash and not worthy to be here! Go back where you belonged and stay there with you STUPID MUDBLOOD family!"
But she wasn’t fast enough and Forrest took her down with him!
“AHHHHH!” Screamed Sonea and she tried to kick Forrest with a girlish scream against his leg. But again, it didn’t worked! She already had closed her eyes, preparing herself for the fall in the swamp when something happened. She fell backwards and she landed on the cold floor. “What the…” The young girl turned around and saw one of the professors standing behind her with a dog! The man was old, really old but she was NOT interested in him, she knew that it was stupid to ignore a professor, but she was already in trouble so why would she worry about it?
“Stay away old man!” shouted Sonea angry and tried to grab Forrest again, ready to push him again into the swamp!
“You have made the wrong Slytherin angry!” Shouted Sonea