 Constant Vigilance! O_O AWAKE!
Mamie tried not to listen to the other students' answers about how purebloods blah blah and Muggleborns blah blah were terrible. She was, however, watching Aguilar, and he looked so uncomfortable. Maybe she shouldn't have used the bad word for Muggleborn. She wanted to give him a hug and tell him it was going to be okay. Sure, that was probably a lie, but sometimes lying was okay. She thought this was one of those times.
Her sadness turned to i n d i g n a t i o n, however, when Aguilar announced he was teaching BROOM SURFING and everybody but the Muggleborns would get to try it. That! Was not! Fair!
She crossed her legs and pouted during the demonstration, but paid close attention so she could try it later. It was one thing to spout off the Muggleborns are worthless nonsense during class answers. She didn't have to be happy about missing out, though.
She clambered angrily off the ground and grabbed one of the ancient Muggle brooms. They looked like they belonged in a museum. She gave it a few jerky sweeps here and there, then looked longingly towards that little Gryffindor first year Atlas as he flew above the ground. It hurt her soul to have found something to replace swimming as her favorite activity, and then have it taken away like this. Watching the other students fly...they looked so happy on their little brooms. Her anger simmered away and she was left with sadness and a useless broom damp with tears.
Mamie glanced back at Aguilar, sniffling. Did...did they really have to sweep the ground? It was always going to be dirty because...the ground was made of dirt. Shocker. |