Town called malice PV Gabby Marquez Completed

[quote][quote]That little girl turns back to her plate, now please with herself. It doesn’t get to Roman, however, as, again, he’s heard worse. It is rather funny, though, how someone like her can say something like this and nobody will bat an eye, but he moves a finger or comments something remotely bad about muggle-born or half-bloods, then he’s the literal devil.

Resting his eyes on her, with a burning intensity, controlling terrible things he’d love to say. Growing up with a judgmental and close-minded elitist of a father, it’s impossible for some of his thoughts not to pass down onto his son. Roman knows himself, and he’s sure he is a lot of things, but a pureblood supremacist isn’t one of them. But it’s hard to change people’s perception due to his superiority complex and slight dislike for muggles and their culture.

It isn't a ‘dislike’, per se, quite frankly; more like a fear of the unknown, a sort of rejection instilled in him from a very young age. He's simply not interested or curious about muggles, at all. Well, Roman doesn’t care, really. He knows himself and if that little brat wants to call him an elitist or whatever else, he wouldn’t go out of his way to correct her. Her opinion and thoughts don’t matter to him in the slightest.

Let her think that she won, stop spending energy with someone like her, he tells himself. With that in mind, he simply keeps to himself, scanning the room, wanting to catch other students paying attention to their interaction. Sighing, Roman shrugs and says, voice tired, but cold, a common bored look to his pale face, “Whatevah,”

Whatever? What was Gabby meant to say to that? She played with the fork that still remained in her hand, and spun it around, twirling and swirling it in her fingers, like little boys twist lightsabers around. Lightsabers, she thought, internally laughing as she thought of the Muggle toy that most outside of the magical world knew about. Bet he doesn't know about lightsabers. It was weird thinking someone hadn't watched Star Wars, or didn't know what they are. Gabby's brothers loved it. Well, he might know about it, she realized. Just 'cause he's magic doesn't mean he isn't aware of the Muggle world and what it contains.
With the thought of something so ridiculous, so random, in her mind, Gabby realized she was tired. She shouldn't of yelled at the boy, but she had, and it was too late to turn back now. No time for regrets, though Gabby sorely wished there was. She just wanted to sit down, eat some of the delicious looking meat, and forget entirely about the boy. She had no more insults, no more threats, and the adrenaline from the fight had gone, as if washed away by the tides. The boy hadn't even insulted her, all he had done was say "whatever", but was that an insult in itself? No matter, Gabby didn't care anymore.

She looked up at the boy, and nodded at him. An acceptance, perhaps, of his win. He had beaten her, mentally exhausting her mind. Then, without doing anything else, she turned around, and walked further down the hall, where she could hopefully find a quiet spot, and forget about all the regretful things she had done that evening.