37. RELASHIO
Seventh Year
Molly and Arthur “You are a disgrace to the name Wizard, Weasley,” someone sneered behind them as they were walking through one of the corridors.
Molly and Arthur turned around. There were no Professors. It was the two of them, now confronted against three Slytherins.
“Just ignore them Arthur,” Molly whispered, trying to pull him along.
“You too, Prewett. You and your family. Disgraceful!” they spat.
“She turned around, pointing a finger at them. “Don’t go speaking about things you don’t understand, Malfoy. Why don’t you just sod off and get on with your silly dwellings in the dark arts whilst you can.”
“Oh, my my, is that a threat? Do you speak to your mother with that mouth?” he asked, grabbing her wrist as she turned to walk away. “Don’t point your filthy finger at ME Prewett. You don’t want a sticky ending.”
Arthur’s face was bright red, his eyes wide. “You let go of my girlfriend,” he said, angrily.
Malfoy just laughed. His grip tightened. WHY were there no Professors?
“Re-LASH-ee-oh,” Arthur said, pointing his wand at the hand grabbing onto Molly. It immediately released, Malfoy sneered.
“You had better watch your back, mudblood lovers. Things are going to change soon.”