Harry Potter RP

Vanessa was already sitting at her house table and was holding her breakfast in one hand, an open book in the other. She'd already made her greetings, and her book was more interesting than what her classmates had done over the summer. She took a bite from her bacon on toast, not moving her eyes away from the pages.

Nicholas came marching into the Great Hall, wobbling under a large stack of the day's newspapers. He moved along the Slytherin table, giving his wand waves to magick the papers to fly in front of certain students until he reached the end of the table, where he plonked himself down next to a particular girl in his year. He slammed the final newspaper down onto her book, the headline boldly declaring itself to her.

MINISTRY TO ENTER DISCUSSIONS ON ACCEPTANCE OF MUGGLES IN HOGWARTS.

"I was reading that," Vanessa said coldly as she glanced over the headline. "I mean, they have a point. Excluding muggles from Hogwarts only enforces the mentality that muggles are different. If we keep up with these magical supremacist institutions, we'll probably see another you-know-who."

Nicholas gave the girl a deadpan stare. "Don't you start. I've had it to here today already with this.....This nonsense." He leaned in closer to her, lowering his voice. "Ever since You-know-who, they've been trying to push this multi-class society on us. It's reaching peak point, Vanessa."

"Yes and we're all going to rise up, lynch the Ministry and start another Wizarding War," Vanessa answered sarcastically, dropping the newspaper onto the table and resuming her book.

"You're just going to go quietly into the night then? Watch and wave as your ancestry means less and less, your history dissolved and your class destroyed?" He raised his eyebrows at her.

"You're starting to sound a lot like You-Know-Who." Vanessa said flatly, turning the page.

"Oh yes. I'm entirely certain I just advocated for the enslavement of all muggles right there." He snapped back. "All I'm saying is that we should at least be kept separate. The borders were drawn for a good reason."

"I can see the Daily Prophet headline already; Son of Mr. King, Wizard of the Department of Defence, advocates the enslavement of muggles! Has the vile infestation of magical supremacy taken root in our Ministry?"

Nicholas gave her a deadpan look again. "You'll realise we're right soon enough Vanessa." He picked up the other half of her bacon on toast and began to walk away, taking a bite out of it.

Vanessa scowled at Nicholas as he left, taking her food with him. She helped herself to some more as she placed a bookmark on the page and put the book back into her bag. She chatted with a few members of the duelling club and Quidditch team, before she headed off to lessons.

Nicholas walked, eating his stolen half-sandwich, back to the Slytherin dorm rooms. There he grabbed his copy of Advanced Potion Making and his Potions equipment, along with The Advanced Guide To Transfiguration Third Edition. Once done, he trotted the short path to the Potions classroom, which already had a number of Gryffindor students gathered outside in waiting for the Professor to arrive. Nicholas scowled at them for a moment.

Vanessa entered the Slytherin dormitory and retrieved her potions equipment, saying a couple of words to some other students as she passed, and headed back out and over to the potions classroom. As she passed Nicholas, she mouthed the words "Death Eater" at him, smirking.

"I don't think they heard you Vanessa, why don't you speak a little louder. It's not nice to call the Gryffindors Death Eaters." Nicholas snapped at her, drawing attention from the other group of students gathered.

"I was clearly talking to you, you anti-muggle bigot." Vanessa answered, "What was it you said at breakfast? 'I just advocated for the enslavement of all muggles', or something like that?"

"Oh yes. The Captain of the Chess club is surely an advocate for that sort of thing. Ex-captain of the duelling club who was expelled for jinxing a MUGGLE-BORN however. Well."

"I was never captain, actually, nor was I expelled you utter muppet." Vanessa retorted, "The inquest also found that I'd jinxed her in retaliation for them poisoning our seeker."

"But we all know what really happened, don't we Van? You thought her blood was a little too dirty to be around you."

"Didn't your dad come out in support of that Auror who killed a muggle-born over the holidays? Honestly, I was disgusted. It was a blatant, state-sponsored murder of a muggle-born and your dad supported it."

"A Muggle-born who was openly advocating for a religious law that threatens our people. He was an radical magic extremist and he deserved it. At least my Father is fighting to protect our people. What does your father do again? Oh yeah. He's one of those Unspeakables. You know, the guys who could be up to absolutely anything and we'd never know."

"Fighting to protect our people? By helping to murder muggle-borns? Your entire family is disgusting. It's no wonder your mum's shop was trashed."

Nicholas's wand flicking into his hand. "Want to say that again, Vanessa? I think you'd look good dancing around the Hospital wing all day."

Vanessa drew her own wand, staring Nicholas down.
"Your mum deserved it." She said.

"Tarantallegra!" Nicholas spat, his wand shooting a jet of dark green light at Vanessa.

Vanessa, having already been watching Nicholas' wand, flicked her own wand, almost simultaneously, yelling "Protego" as she did.

Nicholas watched the flash of blue flare as his own jinx hit the shield, ricocheting off into the ceiling where it bounced between the stones, again flying off at an odd angle a few moments later. The Gryffindor's dived aside to avoid it but much to Nicholas's horror, one of them caught it full blast, being knocked off of her feet.

"Really, Nicholas, look at what you've done now." Vanessa said smugly as Professor O'Hara appeared. The teacher checked on the Gryffindor that Nicholas had jinxed, and sent her and two others to the hospital wing.

"The two of you," She said to Nicholas and Vanessa, "Will remain behind after class."

Nicholas glared at Vanessa, but entered the classroom after Professor O'Hara. He sauntered up to one of the desks and began unpacking all of his equipment.

Vanessa pouted at Nicholas sarcastically, tucking her wand away and entering the classroom. She took a seat near the back of the classroom, unpacked and waited for the lesson to start.

All in all, it turned out to be an extremely boring lesson. They weren't producing any Potions and instead, it was a refresher on what they had learnt last year alongside an outline of the studies for this year. Nicholas was disappointed that he had brought all his stuff down for nothing and had almost forgotten about the incident outside the classroom when the lesson ended.

Vanessa had mostly dozed through the class, uninterested in things she had already learned. Once it ended, she waited patiently for the class to file out, and for Professor O'Hara to address them.

Nicholas was in the process of packing his things and turning to leave when O'Hara called his name. He turned back around and moodily walked to the front of the room.

Vanessa waited quietly for the professor to begin speaking to Nicholas, listening in on the conversation to make sure Nicholas didn't spread any more lies about her.

"Mr. King," The professor said, adjusting her glasses, "I trust that you understand how serious this is; jinxing a muggle-born student is grounds for explusion in most cases.

However, I do not believe, despite the rumours of you advocating the enslavement of muggles, that you jinxed Miss. Smith intentionally. As such, I have decided to be lenient. You will attend a weeks' worth of detentions. Miss. Hale, you will also attend these detentions, for your reckless use of a shield charm."

Vanessa stood up, slamming her hands onto the desk as she did.
"That's not fair!" She shouted, "What was I supposed to do, let him jinx me?"

"Miss. Hale," the teacher replied dangerously, "I will ignore that outburst for now, but your actions resulted in the hospitalisation of a muggle-born. I cannot ignore that."

Vanessa scowled, and stormed out of the classroom as soon as she was dismissed.

Nicholas took a deep breath in through his nose and then, with a large exhale of air, spoke. "Of course." He raised half an eyebrow at her, waiting to see if there was anything more. When it was clear that there wasn't, he turned on his heel and left the room. There was no point arguing about the detentions, nor the rumours. Rumours are rumours after all.