A mudblood is a Mudblood pv Hildegard

Green : talking
Purple : thinking

Hildegard sighed,

-Did she really start a writing competition right now seriously ? How pathetic. She thought

Schneider stepped on the paper with the bad hand writing using her boot to tainting. If that was not enough the mean girl took out her wand and casted a smell on the other paper, the one with a good hand writing on it.

-Incendio. She casted burning it right away, having no regard to Clair's safety.

-The simple idea that you think we should compete is disgusting, there is nothing to prove stinky Mudblood!

Rage reflected on her eyes, she convicted herself that she could write using those muggle tool and was enrage by the fact it was in question.

-Your handwriting in both case were ugly if you want my opinion .
She paused and added.

-Not as ugly as you are tho, I will give you that.

Hilda looked down on her, she had a look of disgust in her face, disgusted of having to even talk with that girl.
She wanted to go now that she had done what she had done, so she started taking the way of the exist, maybe she would stay to be a poison depending on Clair's reaction.

Interacting with :@Clair Fernandez

Warning! Curse words are in use, and death is mentioned.

Clair had patience, she had learned to be calm and be civil with people and animals, but she was only human, and at that, she was only a human preteen, her body held feelings she had yet to feel, her heart was still tendered by life at home, Clair had never been trained to be a 'proper lady' she had always been taught that if someone bullied her, then she should stand up for herself, and when Hildegard said her last comment, it took every piece of restraint to not jump on the pureblooded snake, Clair wished she could attack her and make the girl remember Clair, and not in a nice way either.
Clair was by no means vain, and normally she would not have cared if someone said anything about her looks she would have just said nothing, but right now she was fired up, and she had needed a reason to blow up, well the reason had just jumped at her!
"You listen to me!" She shouted, her fists clenched, one hand around her wand, she had no intent on using her wand at the moment, words would hopefully work enough.
"Your a Pureblood right, how many other Purebloods are there, in this school? How many of them are you related to? How many of them are mutated? How many of them are children of parents who were cousins? How many of you's are inbred? If you were chickens on the farm we would dispose of you! We'd get new blood lines!" She took a quick breath "you say that Muggle borns are the mud bloods, but really, our blood is much cleaner then any of yours! Like what the fucking hell? Why do you mate with each other because of your blood lines? Are you Cattle or something? Does keeping your family name matter more then love? Will you breed with who ever because they have good blood lines? Your killing yourself!" She glared at the pureblood across from her, "I have better things to do, and wasting my time with you is not one of them!" She said, taking her stuff she headed for the door and left, letting the door slam behind her.
(wc 370)
@Hildegard Schneider

Clair has left this thread.