Thread: Hogwarts Horror Stories. (Malin & Darkangel76)

Felicity could feel the weight of Kyle's gaze as he stood there, the way he judged her and now Simon. Sitting silently against the corner, her back up against her bunched up robes, she gritted her teeth and hoped the moment would pass by quickly. Unfortunately, her housemate seemed determined to linger about with his friend. His intentions? Oh, she wasn't sure. Though she was certain part of it was to now ensure that she was having a bad time on her trip back to school. Any time she crossed paths with him that seemed to be the way of things. After all, he did have a reputation to uphold. It was amazing that he had any friends at all. But he did. The boy with him was proof enough. Daring to look over at Simon, Felicity lifted her head and allowed her eyes to find those of the Slytherin's. He was still sitting there rather casually, popping another bean into his mouth as he looked over at Kyle and acknowledged him. She swallowed hard, her heart beating so hard she swore it might find a way to tear itself out of her chest. How Simon was able to seem so relaxed as he sat there, she had no idea. Perhaps it was a Slytherin thing. Most Slytherins seemed able to pull off this feat. Just as her eyes locked with his she heard that abominable word leave Kyle's mouth, rolling off his tongue with such ease she wondered how it was that he was able to sleep at night. Mudblood. One would think that Felicity would be used hearing such things. Only truth of the matter was that she wasn't. Use of the word had dropped rather significantly since the Second Wizarding War had been fought. It was only those wizarding families with the older ideals, those unable to truly let go and embrace the fact that You Know Wh-... that Voldemort... was truly dead and gone. Such families were few and far between and the popularity they once held didn't come close to anything special nowadays. I found Simon's car, Felicity offered up in case Simon wanted an out. She was bothered that Kyle was trying to insult him. It was one thing for him to insult her, but another for him to turn and try to belittle another. So far the Slytherin had been nothing but nice to her and watching her housemate try to use his suave tricks in hopes to corner Simon upset her greatly. She raked a trembling hand through her long, dark hair. And I needed some place to sit. Just then, the train lurched and Felicity felt her body jostle as she nearly tumbled out of her seat. Truly the tracks were in a state of disarray and the Ministry would be hearing about it. No doubt many would be complaining in short order. Again, the train lurched and she hit her head against the window behind her head causing her to wince. Oww, Felicity yelped, her one hand moving to grip her seat to help prevent her from falling onto the floor. More than anything, Felicity wished she could grab her wand and hex Kyle into next week. The wizard deserved it and more. But doing so would only result in trouble and misery. There was also expulsion to worry about and the Ravenclaw just wasn't worth the effort. Embarrassed and wishing she could hide, she reached behind herself and tried to pull her robes back up and around her body. Unfortunately, they'd twisted up, so it was a struggle as she tried to get them up about her shoulders. Finally, she gave up and let them fall back down upon the seat in a crumpled heap, a small scowl playing on her lips while her skin flushed and the tension in the tiny compartment continued to rise.