just a muggleborn [me- i mean, olive]

[Ciara Gwendolyn Parker]

Today had been a stressful day for Ciara. She had woke on the floor, and realized she had only today to complete her pile of homework. She had got dressed into a blue hoodie with a blue and green shirt underneath and threw on trackies and trainers as if she was going jogging. She ran to the library, slipping every so often and tripping, then finally reached the library. Out of breath, she plucked a fat book from the long shelf and dropped it onto the table. She sighed and sat down, opening the book. As she read, a ton of footsteps interrupted. Ciara looked up.

A load of stuck-up Slytherin girls were hanging out in the library. Ciara knew them as the boy-loving arses who smoked cigarettes just to impress the nearby boys. Ciara was a boy. But they hated he- HIM. They just liked to tease Ciara for being a muggleborn. Olivia Smith was in the group as well. Ciara kept her head bent, hoping the girls couldn't see her. They were just talking and Olive was hidden behind them, holding a cigarette in her hands. Ciara pulled a disgusted face. Didn't they know about lung cancer? But she moved far away from them as possible, right in front of the strict librarian.

Still bent over her book, Ciara heard giggling coming from the girls, and some muttering with the word 'mudblood'. Ciara groaned loudly. The girls had obviously spotted her. The librarian looked up, glaring at Ciara, then frowning at the girls. Every Ravenclaw nerd stared at her in dismay, then coldly turned back to their reading. Ciara sighed. Why were O.W.L.s so hard on her?

[Olivia "Olive" Henrietta Smith]

Olive and her friends had decided to visit the library as their latest hangout. When Marilyn whispered 'mudblood' to her, Olive stared right across the room at that little bloodtraitor, Ciara. Her family, all disgusting muggles. Olive tossed her hair, and Marilyn sighed, and turned to the girl next to her. Olive just chewed loudly on her gum, and the librarian frowned at her. Olive pretended not to notice and continued chewing loudly. Her friends giggled and the nerds glared. Olive didn't care. She had no manners whilst eating. She began eating with her mouth open. The librarian sighed, and pointed to the bin.

Olive spat it out, right in the librarian's face. Marilyn giggled as the librarian tried to get the sticky gum off her cheeks. Olive walked to a table, sitting on it, not on a chair, then took out some more gum and handed it out to everyone of her friends, and then took one for herself. They all chewed very loudly, but the librarian managed to get them to spit them out - in the bin, this time. Finally the library was quiet. Olive's friends left, and Olive decided she'd sit there and pretend to do homework, but actually be making up names other than 'Mudblood'. The librarian glanced approvingly at Olive as she wrote away, completely absorbed in inventing her own names.

Olive walked over to Ciara as the librarian left the room. "Morning, mudblood," she said critically and sarcastically. She missed out the 'good' on purpose.

[Ciara Gwendolyn Parker]

"Morning, mudblood,"

The greeting was quite expected coming from Olive, but Ciara glowered. Why couldn't the Slytherin girl leave her alone? "Olive, leave me alone, for freaking sake!" she cried. How dare that stuck-up Slytherin insult her. Olive only picked on Ciara because Ciara was younger, Ciara 'wasn't straight' and Ciara was muggleborn. Oh, and Ciara was a Hufflepuff. But why did Olive have to say that stuff? All Ciara wanted was some peace and quiet - wasn't that little to ask? Ciara sighed. "You just keep your lips shut to me and I'll admire the effort," she glowered, turning away back to her work. Her homework was the only excuse now, and if Olive snatched it, she would just have to make a run for it.

"Astrology... check... Astronomy... check... Muggle Studies... check... Now for Potions." She got a fresh piece of parchment, and began reading her potions book. She wrote on her parchment in her own words all her homework. She noticed Olive sauntering to her table. Ciara breathed out, relaxed, then pushed her finished homework to the side. She was done. That was good. Now she could work on avoiding the gang all day. Perfect.