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NO.
NO.
NO!
Emmerson Cambridge was seeing red. No sooner had the squad arrived to provide the satisfaction she was shooting for, Professor Williamson was ruining everything. Not only that, but he'd gotten KIZZY to play along. SHE was the one who'd been minding her business when she was attacked and everyone was trying to save Eden's neck. The neck she was hoping one of the hoodie brigade would snap.
It was betrayal from all sides, not the sort the little girl would take lightly. Not when everyone was so readily playing along. Her name on Eden's lips sent a bolt of rage through her the likes she could scarcely contain in her small frame...and she could not scream. It was too much.
Emm began shaking her head VEHEMENTLY, her hands waving in obvious objection. This was not a duel. Her wand was still very much in its holster, her hands empty as anything. She wasn't the one who shot slugs at the Ravenclaw. If she wanted to shoot slugs, she would've shot slugs. No. She wanted Eden HURT. She wanted her on the ground writhing in pain until she begged for death.
THEN the Gryffindor would be satisfied.
Emmerson stomped and kicked at nothing in particular, gesturing wildly to her mouth that had been essentially put out of business. If they wouldn't help her, they were against her. She would help herself.
Thoroughly frustrated, Emmerson bent down and scrawled the word "Rosier" into the dirt, then she sprung up, spun on her heels and began a determined march away.
She would get her own bloody justice and Williamson could rot with the mudbloods if that was what he wanted.
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______________________________I'm fired up and tired of the way that things are said.
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