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On your RIGHT, however, stands an older boy, whose arms are crossed. A badge is nestled between one of said arms and his late teen chest, both covered in a woollen jumper. It is only SENSIBLE given the time of the year. The two share hair color, eye color and family BLOOD. Indeed, the prefect’s cousin is the one sliding down the stairs, and he could NOT be less pleased about said situation.
❛ VANDENBURG, ❜ he howls and grabs a handful of green; if he doesn’t stop her NOW, she will continue for at LEAST a few more floors. ❛ Ten points from Slytherin for that behavior. ❜ Underlining his point, he snatches the banner out of her hand and narrows his eyes at her. ❛ What the HELL do you think you’re doing?? ❜ I’m telling Aunt Ruth.
WHO else but Max would be the one to catch her out in this situation? Part of her is glad-at least this way he won’t hear it through the grape vine. On the other hand, well she’s probably not going to escape without some kind of lecture. At his furious expression she makes her own expression indignant, grabbing for the banner as he snatches it away.
"HEY! It’s called house pride, Vandenburg.”
She stretches the name as much as she can before spitting it at him. It’s one thing to be mad at her, but another to act as if they’re not even related. As she stands there glaring up at him she is reminded of when they were younger and arguing over equally stupid things. The thought almost makes her smile. Almost. Instead she huffs, crossing her arms over her chest.
“This is discrimination. Why do you hate Slytherin, Max? Who hurt you?”
