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Niobe knew she was going to regret drinking like this during the next practice; she didn’t drink like this during the season. “Merlin, I bet you wish I was a dead man walking, huh? Be much easier to deal with, then.” She finished her glass, leaving it empty on the table for a moment as he tossed the letter from her father off, rolling her eyes as he got upset. She remembered this side of Vale all too well, and ever since she’d bested him to the Captain position in school, he always had to have the last word. Unfortunately for him, she also held that desire close to her chest. And she’d bested him once. The only thing he could best her in was the one thing that could give her the freedom she wanted–being a fucking man, like her brothers. “Privilege to what? I’m the fucking Quidditch champion here.” Not for fucking long, if her parents had a say.
Come on, Bulstrode, show me what you can do. The words flipped a switch in Niobe’s mind, one that hadn’t been touched in ages. Hare-trigger. She scoffed, almost fighting how big her own smirk was getting as it did. “Poor choice of words, Mulciber,” she hissed, before her hand reeled back and shot forward, seeking purchase on his nose as she brought her foot up to push him with it, knocking the man to the floor. Merlin, the adrenaline that rushed through her body had been dearly missed, finding its home. She scrambled out of her seat and got on top of the man, moving back to hit his jaw again. Front page material, if she played her cards right, and maybe this would be enough to get them out of this fucking mess. “Fucking hit me.”
*
“Didn’t think you’d be able to put two and two together. Who would’ve thought you could be this bright?” The girl’s state made it easier for Vale to continue his pestering. He wanted to push her buttons and see how far he could go, even if doing so at that point was more amusing than problem solving. Niobe had stolen his quidditch glory, he wouldn’t let her steal his freedom as well. “Quidditch champion or not, look where that’s got you.”
The feeling of her fist touching his nose was an unpleasant surprise, still not as bad as being pushed off his chair. He had forgotten her strength, the type she had shown time and time again as a beater. Vale reached for his wand and held it tightly as she continued to punch him, feeling his lip split open. The entire spectacle was painfully comical and he felt himself laughing at her words as he pointed his wand at her. “As you wish,” he spat before casting stupify, knocking the witch off of him. He propped himself up on his elbows, waiting to see if she would attack back. Part of him wanted her to, he wanted to see how far it would go but as he glanced around he knew it would only be a matter of time until they got kicked out of the pub. “Are you gonna stay there or what?” Vale asked, unsure if she was conscious or not.




















