Written by user JoMiSm

She does not own Harry Potter, Nor do I

Actually story: Exactly 333 words.

The Great Hall, two years after the Great Wizarding War, is filled with utter silence as there is a showdown between one of the purebloods and a tiny first year Muggleborn.

"You aren't fit to speak to me, mudblood."The pureblood said haughtily, his nose in the air as though he smelled something foul.

The silence stretched between them as the Muggleborn girl's eyes widened in horror at the slur. Instead of staying down, though, the girl's expression turned almost immediately to one of complete and utter superiority as she slowly and deliberately licked her hand.

"What are you doing, you idiotic-"

He was stunned into silence when she stood up on her tiptoes and dragged her hand across his face.

If it was silent in the Great Hall before, it was a void now. A pin dropping would've been louder than the last Weird Sisters concert.

And then, from the silence came the voice of the little first year Muggleborn staring smugly up at the older boy. "You got mud on your face, you big disgrace, somebody better put you back into your place." she drawled slowly, and then she waited.

Boom, Boom, Clap.

Slowly,

Boom, Boom, Clap.

other Muggleborns stood

Boom, Boom, Clap.

and arranged themselves around her intimidatingly.

Boom, Boom, Clap.

"SINGIN'-" called the girl:

"WE WILL, WE WILL, ROCK YOU." One of the older mudbloods shot a spell at the pureblood, turning his backpack to stone.

Clap. Boom, Boom, Clap.

They advanced slowly. "WE WILL, WE WILL, ROCK YOU."

And the tiny little first year, amid all of this, raised her hands above her and the room was plunged back into silence, the other mudbloods standing behind her like an army, their arms crossed and their glares aimed at him.

"No, Pureblood," she spat, "You are not fit to speak to me."And, with her head held high, she walked back to her seat.

Headmaster McGonagal couldn't bring herself to give the girl detention.