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Austin knew Ophie was right. He knew they should stop, and he would have. If it wasn't for the Snake about to punch him. Austin took a stance, ready to pounce. But a smile crossed his face as the boy dropped his fist. His words had sunk in, and it made him oddly happy. It wasn't a good happy, no. It was one that looked out of place on the third year's face.
"How dare I!?" Austin said loudly.
"I don't even know you, and so far you have lied, tried to get in my personal life, and disrespected an elder!" He was referring to the prefect of course. Prefects were to be treated like elders, they were to be respected. That's what his mother had taught him. This snake obviously was never taught that. But he was taught to fight, apparently, which was something his mother also told him not to do.
But his mother wasn't here. Austin pushed the Snake, not caring who saw. Yea, he'd probably get in trouble, but what did that matter? This fourth year needed to be taught some manners.
"Don't you know anything? Don't disrespect prefects. Or was respect not something they taught in France?"
With every word he spoke, the thought of Ophie was in the back of his mind. She would probably get in trouble for this, her sisters would never let her live this down. But he would defend her for as long as they were friends, and even longer than that. He would make sure she didn't get in trouble, and if she did, he would have to make it up to her. But that was a different problem for a different day. Right now, he had a Snake to worry about.
As Gregroire pulled out his wand, Ophelia took a couple of steps back, falling onto the bench again. The twelve year old had never seen a wand pulled in anger, and it was terrifying. And in the middle of the Great Hall? Her yells had been ignored by him, obviously, and all that was left to do was for the fight to escalate. And the small girl was caught in between. Could they just not do this? She loved both of them, Gregroire like a brother and Austin.... well, like an Austin. And now she was watching the two men argue and fight. It was too much. A tear slipped out of the floodgates, and the Ravenclaw thumbed it angerly away. She wasn't going to be a bystander. Something had to happen.
And Austin had completely lost it. He was yelling, Gregroire had yelled and she was flinching at their words. The elder boy had almost thrown a punch! That's it, she HAD to attempt to do something. There was no more sitting by. There was a fight brewing and even though her parents were going to be angry, it was not the time to worry about parents. It was the time to worry about them hurting each other and getting expelled. All of them getting expelled. Hopefully someone in her family would understand.
Springing up from the bench, the blonde took a running start and pushed Austin back a bit. Thank Merlin for her arm and leg muscles, or the kid would've been completely unable to do that. Taking a few steps back, she tried to talk to him, hoping that he would listen. Another tear tried to budge from her eye. She furiously hoped it would listen and stay where it belonged.
"Austin, stop! This isn't you! You wouldn't do this! Who cares about Gregroire? He's just a flea! He means nothing! Don't let him annoy you!" And then the blonde turned around, her blonde hair hitting hr in the face.
"Gregroire! Stop! Go back to your table already! You've done enough damage without getting into a fight!" There had to be some courage she was digging straight from her toes at this point, because there was no way she would do this normally. But years of being the youngest had taught her one thing, and that was when crap hit the fan, she still could fix it. Sometimes.
And the Prefect? She was kind of on his side? Smiling at the older boy, the Ravenclaw looked back at both, trying to save what could be a great disaster on the first day of school. It was either save it or watch it happen, and the twelve year old girl was not going to let this just happen. She loved both of them too much.