 Constant Vigilance! O_O AWAKE!
Mamie sniffed as she sat up, trying to recover a hint of pride from both having been unceremoniously yanked upside down, and unceremoniously...dropped. Right onto Aboli, apparently. Was that the best way to get her down? It must be, because Aboli was very smart. So if Aboli hated Muggles and Muggleborns...oh no, that meant there was probably a reason. If Aboli agreed with them, that meant the headmaster and the Hooded Folks were right. So caught up in her spiraling, Mamie didn't actually hear Aboli's question or notice her concern. She was a little bruised and flushed, but the emotional pain was worse.
Anywayyy, she sniffed and crossed her arms, trying to scoot away from Aboli's patting, along the cold dungeon floor. And...now the portraits didn't like her, either? She stuck her tongue out at one of the portraits. Take that.
"I-I-I thought we were friends," she whispered, absolutely crushed that she had misread Aboli's many previous kindnesses. Had that been before Aboli knew she was a Muggleborn? She supposed the Slytherin knew by now. And Mamie had really thought Aboli was on the side of everybody has value, but noooo. Aboli, Big-Sister-She-Never-Had-Aboli, had hexed her. There was clearly only one explanation for what had just happened.
Aboli hexed her because she was a stupid Muggleborn. |