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She had come prepared. At breakfast time, when everyone was busy checking their owls or eating like absolute beginners, she had nicked a couple of eggs as well as tomatoes. If they didn’t know her, people would call her crazy, absurd, or maybe insane. She would grin and tell them, without a doubt she was all of those. It was what made her her. Her sense of identity.
She had put them in a small drawstring pouch she had crocheted lately, working stealthily so no one would question her. She had gone unnoticed, returning to eating after the task was done. No one suspected a thing.
She walked up to the corridor, clutching the pouch behind her back, not smiling or interacting with anyone. Now, all she needed to do was find a victim.
She remembered the last time she had done something like this, it had landed her detention in her Muggle school. This time, she had brought the material to clean up, she was a bit of a beat freak, and she didn’t really like to take responsibility when questioned by authorities.
She scanned the corridor, trying to find perfect people to practice her aim on. There were a few girls walking in a group, carrying books.
‘Too risky….,’ She thought to herself, as she walked down searching for more people willing to sacrifice their hair and clothes. Even if they weren’t willing….
She then saw a boy in the crowd, a guy who was also a First year Ravenclaw. Her lips drew into a smirk, this was the perfect one.
She took out an egg, and aimed at the back of his head.
SPLAT!
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| They say I did something bad, then why's it feel so good | All the right guys promised they’d stay | I know that you’ll never feel sorry, for the way I hurt | Don’t you forget about the way you betrayed me | You watch me bleed until I can’t breathe |
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He was hanging out with his loud Gryffindors friends.
Laughing and shoving playfully. Chatt yawned, as it was—still early in the morning.
"Hurry up Chatt! We got little time before first class!" They'd laugh.
"We have a slow-poke."
Chatt grinned, staring at his friends.
"Don't bother me then."
He yawned again.
"Might shove a Mooncalf in there!" They'd fill the halls with laughter.
Then suddenly.
CRACK.
Chatt stopped dead in his tracks, head slightly downturned. He felt that.
His friends were infront of him, mouth clenched into a fist. Lot of them were trying to hold their laugh, but at the same time they were pretty caught off-guard by it.
"Holy crap."
"Dude—who did that.."
Chatt touched the back of his head whilst turning behind him. A Ravenclaw girl—A RAVENCLAW?? Chatt was confused. Who the heck does she think she is?
"Who did that—"
"Did you do that?"
The egg in his hair, his beautifully styled hair, completely absorbing into it.
He was mad confused. So far—he knows he did nothing wrong with anyone. Well—as far as he knows. He looked back to his friends, their eyes flicking between him and his hair.
Is she jealous of me or something?
"What the heck? Who are you?"
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Last edited by Chatt Auclair on 5 Jul 2026, 04:14, edited 1 time in total.
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His friends were trying to hold in their laughter by stuffing their fists into their mouth. Yeah, she did have a bit of a crazy side to her.
As the boy turned around, she stood on the side politely, a smile on her face. She wasn’t going to hide that she did it, she wanted to rage bait him more.
“Can I help you?”
She tilted her head to one side.
“Who did that?” The guy asked in French. Those French lessons her parents gave her were paying off!
“Did you do that?”
Uh, DUH, she was clearly the one holding a sack full of eggs and tomatoes, wasn’t she? Did he need glasses or something?
“Maybe…maybe not.” She replied in French.
Another smile, knowing that it would piss him off. Well, that was her goal wasn’t it?
"What the heck? Who are you?"
She leaned against the wall.
“Me? Half angelic, half demonic, Briar Anderson.”
As soon as she said that, she took another tomato out and threw it at him. Another satisfying SPLATT filled the air.
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Half his face—covered with a tomato that the girl just let out. His face to the side, impacted by the force. He sighed. He looked at the girl. Towering over her. Chatt quickly assumed he simply didn't do anything wrong. She just had a big of an ego. Nothing but a low attention seeker. It was—literally the only assumption. He looked around, students circling them.
He let out a laugh. Which was simply more than a bark.
He looked to his friends. His friends quite shocked with the situation. One mouthed "Do you know her?"
"No?" Chatt motioned, shrugging his arms slightly.
He looked back to the girl.
He looked around once more, clearly everyone saw what happened. In every angle too. So he simply resorted back.
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SMACK!
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The crowd was shocked, but quite entertained. They let out a sound and a laugh.
He simply slapped the hell out of her, her face red from the sore. Now they're even. But not quite. There was the egg earlier so..
He pushed her, enough to make her fall backwards.
The crowd made more noise.
Maybe not quite enough. He was about to move, whilst his friends scattered almost immediately, stepping in front, or holding back his arm.
Chatt wasn't the type to be angered clearly. Just annoyed this 'Briar Anderson' had enough gut to mess with him.
"Bastard."
He'd spit.
"Chatt Auclair." He'd look down on her..
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After being hit by the tomato, he stood up, his gaze full of anger and embarrassment. Oh no…she should run. This had maybe gone too far. But of course, she wasn’t going to show that she was regretting her actions, especially not in front of this random first year.
Suddenly, he laughed, a deep sound which filled the hallways.
He looked back at his friends, who were clearly amused by all of it.
One of them mouthed, “Do you know her?” Well, mostly people did, because she was a friendly and kind person, and this was just one case in which she showed her other side. Other times, she was too afraid that she might hurt someone’s feelings, because she had gone through that a lot of times.
The boy shrugged. He looked like an absolute toad.
She was deep in thought, when suddenly, SMACK!
His hand hit her face, and the world around them seemed to slow down. She was generally very weak, and couldn’t stand much pain without passing out, the impact was clearly hard. She might have even fractured her cheekbones, who knew? But no, she couldn’t react, that would just be stupid, judging that she had to make a powerful impression on people. She leaned against the wall for a minute, breathing hard to stabilise herself. Goddamnit, why did he have to do that?
Just as her breathing evened out, the boy pushed her.
“Bastard.”
“Chatt Auclair.”
Cats….and éclairs?
That was the final straw, she felt a little blood on her face. She looked up, a dreamy look in her eyes, as she wiped away some of the blood. It just kept coming, and she stayed on the floor for a bit longer.
Then, she heard a voice inside her brain, “Keep going, you’ve got to get him back!”
She stood up.
Gathering all the might she had, she kicked him. So hard, she heard a crack. Well, he had done the same thing to her, hadn’t he? That too, two times. There, that should do it.
She leaned back, a satisfying smirk on her face.
“Awww, bet you miss your mommy now!”
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She'd kick him hard, in the ribs at most. How can a girl kick so high..in robes?
Chatt had fallen back, without a second stabilizing his weight. He'd cough. He'd grunt.
"Dude what's wrong with you?" His friend exclaimed.
"She literally started it I don't —" one murmured.
Not before getting cut off.
Chatt rushed for her. Bash her head? Punch her gut? Either way he couldn't. His friends immediately stopped him. Pushing him back.
In the crowd, he'd spot 𝒽𝒾𝓂. He immediately looked back at her. Grin wide, sharp enough to cut patience.
He pushed through his friends, acting as the barrier between him and her.
He'd rather not depend on his wand right now. More on his FISTS!
He'd punch her—he would. But he'd save it later. To claim it as self-defense.
Chatt lunged onto the Briar, pushing her onto the wall.
"So you want a fight?"
Chatt exclaimed. He'd comb his finger through his hair, taking most of the egg, and immediately throwing it onto her.
Her face splattered.
He'd stand, towering over her.
How'd she know about his mother?
A coincidence sure. But that doesn't mean it didn't have any effect on him.
His friend, patted him on the shoulder.
"Dude let's go he's here."
Ah. Right. ℋ𝒾𝓂.
To be honest, Chatt could only think of pulling this girls hair.
He aggressively moved his shoulder, shrugging his friends remarks.
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She smirked and shook the egg of her hair and her clothes. This was strangely....thrilling. She knew this was going out of hand, and that they both were hurt enough, but hey, at least it wasn't the usual monotonous day every student was used to. They had created a scene in the hallways; she was aware of that as the students' gazes followed her and Auclair. Or whatever the hell he was, she could care less.
She tied her hair with a scrunchie she had on her wrist, knowing the boy's next move. So predictable, that would get him nowhere in life. At least she had some importance here.
The statement about his mother seemed to have got him in a chokehold, she didn't know why. Awww, little baby was scared. Too bad, life wasn't always sunshine and rainbows, he'd have to own up to that.
Yet, maybe she did too much. She leaned against the wall, smiling at everyone in the crowd. They might think she did it for attention. Yet attention was never the case- she needed drama in her life. That's what left her sane, especially after all that had happened to her. She never actually got to scream at, punch, or kick anyone, so this was GOLD for her. Therapy in another form.
"Your move."
Unless he retreated of course. But then he'd be branded as weak, the title would slowly spread until he would be known as "The guy who got beat up by a girl" by the whole school.
Girls were so underestimated, they could move mountains if they set their mind to it and weren't being distracted by...eughh...guys.
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He'd hold Briars hand (platonically) and looked at her in the eyes (platonically). Seeing those lids, a future he'd place in her.
"This isn't right!" A tear, fallen. He'd look away all so suddenly. Her hesitant face, couldn't be beared to look at.
"Fighting isn't it! This is ruining us apart!" Chatt said, platonically. He'd hold Briar's hand (platonically) once more. Like he never let go. He would never let go. With an opportunity to create new friends, as a wise Pony once said. Friendship is magic.
He'd recall a time where friendship was required, to obtain something back he lost. And it would work. I mean, it hasn't happened yet—but it will! Because with friendship, the sole purpose of one's relationships, the start of something new, everything will be settled. Like the current situation.
Chatt didn't mind what had happened. He didn't care who or what started it. (She did it, she clearly did started it.) It was all in the past. For now, the future lies, and Chatt could see it clearly! Of course he did. He saw a future of. . . You guessed it! Friends forming together.
He hold Briar's hand (platonically) once again. His charismatic charisma was there, to convince her to—
"Be friends!"
"Let's be friends!" Chatt shouted once more.
They'd skip off into the rainbow, or in other terms—the corridors.
And lived happily ever after.
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