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September 17th, 2019, 6:28 p.m.
Dinner was happening in the Great Hall, yet Bridget wasn't there. In fact, dinner had been going on for nearly thirty minutes without her.
Her satchel, stuffed to bursting with books, was slung over her left shoulder as she hurried down a deserted corridor. This wasn't out of the ordinary for her, at least not this year. Last year she had made every dinner, been on time for everything. But this year... this year she'd hardly even attended most dinners. There simply wasn't time between the increase and growing difficulty of her Hogwarts homework and keeping up with her Muggle education. With the math, French, and flute lessons she was teaching herself, she had a total of ten classes to juggle. Nearly every free moment was spent in a quiet corner of the library surrounded by huge piles of books.
And she wasn't just busy; no, she was also tired and stressed. She rarely got to bed before midnight anymore and usually picked at her food, not finding an appetite.
Was she happy to be back at Hogwarts? Bridget honestly didn't know. The school was amazing, but she felt like she would crack under the pressure. She didn't want to go home though—everyone treated her weirdly there, her brother going so far as to call her a freak.
Her thoughts were interrupted by the thud of footsteps behind her. Turning around, her hazel eyes spotted three students that were obviously older than her, as well as much bigger. In the center was a girl with long, straight blond hair, brown eyes, and a self-centered look about her. Bridget wasn't sure if she was a fourth or fifth year, but she was certainly tall and more experienced.
To the girl's left was a boy she knew to be a third year but looked about the size of some fifth years. He had curly black hair, a long nose, and robes that looked like they'd been bought yesterday. On the other side was another girl, this one younger but no one Bridget recognized from her year, with a mess of short, frizzy brown hair and green eyes so light they looked yellow. They all had the tell-tale green robes of Slytherins, but them being from the same House didn't give her any comfort. They were rather scary, and preferring they didn't see her, Bridget silently dove through the door of an unused classroom.
Just to be safe, Bridget crouched behind a desk in the second-to-front row, cautiously peering around the side at the door. The good news: she was hidden. The bad news: the trio had walked right into the room and were blocking the only exit. People didn't just waltz into unused classrooms, especially not with such a menacing, purposeful look...
"Come out, Collins. We've got you cornered," the brown-haired girl called. Bridget's stomach dropped and her heart skipped a beat. She whipped her head away from it's viewing point so they wouldn’t see her, her back against the desk. She didn't dare to breathe. How did they know her name? This wasn't good...
"Don't be a coward, Collins. But then again, that's all you filthy Mudbloods are. Cowards and a disgrace to our school, a shame to the name of Salazar Slytherin," came another voice, clearly from the blond-haired girl, as the voice was feminine but different from the first, more of a careless drawl.
Bridget's blood was boiling. She hated being called a coward. True, she wasn't courageous. She wasn't the type to do daring things, to take risks, but that didn't mean the comment passed over her head. Also, the girl had called her a Mudblood. She didn't know what it meant, but it wasn't hard to put the acidic way she said it and the fact it sounded like it meant 'dirty blood' together to know it was bad. She had no chance against three older students, but it would be worse if she didn’t do anything until they found her. She could hear their footsteps drawing closer to where she was hiding, so with a deep breath, Bridget stood up.
The girls laughed, while the boy, wand drawn, was muttering something and making a movement with the magical stick. He was casting a spell, and she knew it wouldn't be a pleasant one.
Before he could finish casting, Bridget whipped out her laurel wood wand, lightning fast, and with a precise downward motion towards the boy yelled "Steleus!" imagining all her anger and fear shooting out of the tip of her wand.
The boy collapsed into a fit of sneezes that lasted much longer than they were supposed to and looked particularly painful. She had perused the library and discovered that with enough willpower the Sneezing Hex could be very powerful, as it was right now.
She didn't have any time to register her success, though, because the older girl yelled "Stupefy!" Bridget dodged out of the way of a scarlet burst of light. The blast missed her by inches, instead slamming into a front row desk and toppling it over.
The brown-haired girl said "Diffindo!" a moment later, aiming for the strap of Bridget's bookbag. Luckily, she missed the strap. Nonetheless, the spell hit Bridget's left shoulder, neatly cutting through her robe and slashing her arm. Bridget let out a small scream of pain as what felt like fire shot up her arm. The cut was deep—not life-threatening but certainly enough to leave a noticeable scar.
Her shriek of pain caused the older snakes to laugh. The boy had recovered from his sneezing fit and didn't look too happy. This was cruel; they were bullying her, but how else was she to stand up for herself than to fight back?
"Flipendo!" Bridget said with the downward curve and upwards flick at the end. She had struggled with this spell last year, but luckily it worked, a flash of blue light racing towards to brown-haired girl. However, the spell never hit, as the girl not only blocked it with a call of "Expelliarmus!" but sent Bridget's wand spiraling out of her hand. Defenseless, Bridget tried to retrieve her wand, but the older girl and the boy simultaneously called "Incendio!" and "Petrificus Totalus!"
Bridget threw herself out of the way of the flames straight into the Full Body-Bind Curse. Frozen, she tumbled to the floor, face up. The trio walked over, careful to avoid touching her. The oldest Slytherin, with her blond hair and disdainful expression picked up Bridget’s wand, holding it away from her as though it was something disgusting. She then kneeled down, inches from Bridget’s face. Bridget’s stomach felt coated with ice—they could do anything to her as she was utterly defenseless. She couldn’t even close her eyes—no, all she could do was lie there and stare into the girl’s cold, callous brown eyes.
“Go home, Mudblood. You don’t belong here,” she whispered, stepping away and towards the exit. The boy lingered a moment, a cruel gleam in his eyes. “Mucus ad Nauseam,” he said. Instantly a headache flared, followed by a runny nose. A moment, later, the door clicked shut and Bridget was all alone in the disused classroom.
Although she wasn’t able to move, that didn’t stop her misery. She could still feel her runny nose, her throbbing head, the cut on her shoulder bleeding out and staining her robe. She could feel the cold stone floor under her. Most of all though, it didn’t stop her thoughts. Thoughts like the fact she didn’t belong anywhere. Apparently no one wanted her here and her family had been... strained from the uncrossable gap magic had created. She wished people would just go back to ignoring her instead of going out to their way to ruin her life.
The group of Slytherins had made their message very clear: Bridget didn’t belong. Their attack, entirely done with magic, drove home that they didn’t need Muggle means of fighting to hurt her. She had only landed one spell, but what had that done? Make a guy sneeze for a few minutes? She knew she shouldn’t believe them, but subconsciously she wondered if they were right, that she didn’t belong in the magical world. Maybe Matthew was correct in calling her a freak.
Staring up at the ceiling, tears forming in her eyes and trying to ignore the pain, Bridget wondered how long it would be until she unfroze, but more importantly, how long until she would belong.
Sorry that was really long... you do not have to write anywhere near that much.
Last edited by Bridget Collins on 16th August 2019, 12:25 am, edited 1 time in total.
Bridget Collins || Trust Takes Years To Build, Seconds To Break, And Forever To Repair.
Sta: 5 | Evas: 9 | Str: 2 | Wis: 9 | ArcPow: 7 | Acc: 8
Sixth Sense | Evasive Manuevers