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Maggie Sinclair

After several pointed letters from home detailing all the ways Atwell had to grovel to the head of MLE to not sentence her to summer community service for her threats on air to Trudy Veritas, Maggie had attempted to find other healthy, less illegal ways to dispel all the aggression that seemed to be building up in her like the world’s worst constipation. But instead of not being able to drop a deuce, Maggie couldn’t make herself sit still in classes like the world hadn’t been changed for the worst. Any attempts to write notes ended in torn parchment and thrown gel pens. Study time and even her nightly routine of heading to the kitchens was affected, and all attempts to distract from it only ever ended up turning right back to the entire cause of her ire: Werewolves. Specifically the current opinions on them floating around the castle.

 

I mean yeah, dealing with a suddenly teen wolf little brother was a bit intense to be going on with, and she could have handled that, along with trying to make his world as normal as it could have been if not for the unearthing of her surprisingly racist peers and their need to let everyone suddenly know their status as garbage humans. It wouldn’t have bothered her so much before @Nox Bordelon and Novemeber 8th, because things like bigotry had never touched her in any real way that she had to think about beyond the time it took to brush her teeth or plait her hair.  Now though, it was an entirely different beast knowing that the people who hated her brothers’ kind weren’t all faceless entities she couldn’t hope to exact some form of sibling revenge on.  

 

They were Hufflepuffs apparently, ( a point of contention between Nox and Maggie that was mostly her just telling him to collect his goddamn people before she did it for him with the extreme prejudice that could only be found in the jagged edges of a broken butterbeer bottle.) and not shy about spreading their gross propaganda with the posters and soapbox speeches in the great hall. If they could show no fear, then she could respond in kind by completely ignoring any and all warnings from home to be on her best behavior, or Jacks weary ‘leave it’s’, especially if one of the main culprits was on her own with no hope of interference from like-minded friends, or passing professors who’d put a stop to proceedings before things really got good.

 

It was why Maggie didn't even bother to skulk up to the half opened door of the room she’d seen the puff enter, and watched her for what felt like hours before strolling in, bag dropping ominously to the floor with a heft that could not account for simple textbooks, the worn down heel of her mary-jane kicking the door closed behind her.

 

"Oh look!" she called, voice high and fake cheery in much the same way she thought Behati was fake woke, "Foster's not here to save you."

Edited by Maggie Sinclair

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Behati Gadot

Since the outbreak of werewolf fever, Behati had been keeping a carefully curated schedule of the events she wanted her anti-werewolf underground club to cover. She knew that such plans were greatly disdained among the general student populace, but she also knew that the students of Hogwarts were speaking based on feelings and not facts. Their uncritical desire to unquestioningly do whatever they felt was fair was blinding their judgment, but Bee would not be swayed by such sentimentalities. Most of the older students had been attacked in groups in the Great Hall on the night of November 8th while she had been out on the pitch with the first years and the other flying assistants. They couldn’t possibly understand the fear and anguish that gripped her when she’d finally understood what was going on and she decided she had to spring into action and defend the first years with as much of her 15 year old strength as she could. They hadn’t been there to witness Madam Hextor-Wilde use a patronus that was useless against the gaggle of beasts that’d circled around.

 

There was a distinct desperation that went along with being the only student in her year out there knowing that she had some responsibility to look out for the younger students, but also understanding that she didn’t have the solidarity that her year-mates had with each other that night. It was a desperation that partially fueled her anti-werewolf crusade.

 

She was sat in one of the unused classrooms they’d been using that day for their anti-werewolf meeting. Everyone had left already, scampering off one-by-one so as to not arouse any suspicion, and Behati was left in the room to her own devices. There was some disagreement amongst members about the severity of the anti-werewolf sentiment, but they were all in agreement that what had happened that night was unacceptable and it could not happen again—as well as in agreement that Hogwarts should’ve been focusing its attention on supporting and defending the rights of oppressed magical creatures that didn’t possess the ability to literally rip your heart out during a full moon. The dropping of a heavy sounding bag pulled her out of her thoughts as she looked up to see one of the students from the Great Hall incident strolling in. She didn’t know the girl’s name, and quite frankly she didn’t care. Behati instantly recognized the girl’s entrance for what it was: an ambush attack.

 

“Are you here to try and intimidate me?” Bee asked, sounding bored. She put her clipboard face down (not before using a spell to make what she’d previously been writing invisible), and looked up at the Slytherin girl. “Because I’ve heard it all before, and it’s quite boring.”

 

The kids at Hogwarts were so predictably stale, if you asked Behati: they claimed to support inclusivity and respect and tolerance, but if you didn’t agree with them they were all ready to burn you at the stake.

Edited by Behati Gadot

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Maggie Sinclair

See, now if she had no self-control, Maggie would have just walked over and slapped a couple of semesters of common sense into the younger girls head. And then kept slapping her, because Behati was clearly in need of something she would remember for later, and words weren’t really doing the trick.

 

“Yeah, see, I don’t think you have.” She countered, leaving her bag to stroll a little closer, swiping a finger along the dust that should have been on the desk, seeing as it was an unused classroom. It made something in Maggie sit up a little, her anger still there and barely tempered, but her eyes for once taking in the whole of the picture instead of the bullseye she’d placed on Behati Gadot the minute the girl opened her mouth and suggested her brother was a dangerous animal who needed to be separated from the general population. Maggie even clocked the girls clipboard, and the way the pages seemed to be strangely blank. Hmmmm. She’d have to share her findings with Nox…and maybe try to bribe him into being her spy in the Hufflepuff commons, because there was no way she was letting any of this go.

 

She would give her a chance though so she could at least say she hadn’t immediately started wailing on the girl. No matter how much she might have deserved it.

 

“You and your merry band of douchebags are lobbying for expelling people who were attacked, you unsympathetic, victim blaming slag, “ Maggie told her, pointing directly in her face. “When it could have easily been you or your mates, and your response is to start claiming they’re all dangerous? Witch, where?! “

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