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And BOOOOOOOOOOOOM there it was.
Fletcher's eyes just had a moment to widen and register the fact that Raiden, that quiet Slytherin Prefect kid with whom he had almost never spoken, had just launched a fist into his eye socket. It was the weirdest feeling in the world, watching that clenched hand come zooming into his face.
Not that such a thing hadn't happened before, but never yet at Hogwarts at least.
Stumbling at the sheer force and shock of the blow, Fletcher's apple went rolling out of his hand and he staggered toward the wall.
OWWWWW. OW. OW. OW. OW.
Oh hellz no he wasn't getting away with that. "Who the hell is your FRIEND?!" Fletcher spat, leaning against the wall with one hand and covering his injured eye with the other. He eyed Raiden like a cyclops, then growled and pushed off the wall, launching himself toward the Prefect in a full-on tackle, fists ready to pummel him to pieces.
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