14. HORN TONGUE
Sixth Year
Arthur “Are you and your mudblood lover going to join the muggle community when you leave Hogwarts, Weasley?”
“Are your muggle loving kids going to attend one of those disgusting muggle school?”
They were all laughing behind his back. He refused to turn around. Molly kept telling him to ignore them, which was what he was planning on doing.
“Your filthy mudblood friends going to be in your wedding, Weasley? I doubt you would even qualify for a proper wedding.”
“Hey Weasley, you’re such a muggle lover, I bet you and that plumpy red head have a bunch of filthy SQUIBS!” one shirieked.
Oh, that was ENOUGH!
Arthur, who had managed to learn a few nonverbal spells, turned around. The colour of his face matched his hair. “Don’t you dare insult my girlfriend or my friends,” and pointed his wand at Malfoy… the ringleader of the little group that always seemed to hunt him down to taunt him.
His face broke into a smile as he turned around, running to the common room as fast as he could. He could hear the horn from two floors up.