"Stop it!" rang a high pitched voice, "You're so cruel. Get off that poor boy, NOW!"
You couldn't believe your luck. You haven't even been at Hogwarts that long and you were already getting nailed. Reluctantly you get off your "victim" and bent down to relieve your itching legs.
The girl, Lily Evans, helped lift the boy to his feet and even helped him dust off the dust he collected while on the ground. Was she crazy? A grin spread across your face. At least she wasn't a prefect and wasn't going to take points away.
"James Potter, do you have some sort of reason for randomly attacking fellow students?" she questioned.
"He's a dirty rat, I'm telling you. He made some sort of potion to make my legs itch."
"I did not! The fool probably walked into some poison ivy!"
Lily's eyes glowed with anger.
"That is a mean lie to tell James. Next time I'm reporting you to our head."
"Go ahead Lily!"
"Fine!"
Lily walked away arm in arm with the boy. He turned back and flashed his vile grin.
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