"You gonna peach on me?" Ellie sneered, adopting a terrible cockney accent to deliver the line. "Don't you think the professors have better things to do than go all 'thought police' on the students? You know, like, maybe they could be doing their best to get dunces like you through NEWTs. Oh, but wait. Dunces are just dumb. You're dumb and lazy, so there's not a lot of help out there for you."
Ellie was getting really sick and tired of being told she was wrong, she was a freak, she was disgusting. Her eyes went cold with barely restrained anger as she responded to this latest. "Would you just stop? Love is love, no matter the form it takes. The fact that you continue to press the issue this much, that you're so dogmatically homophobic, tells me that you've got deeper problems than not wanting to picture me shagging some girl. What is it that you hate about yourself, that you have to pick at others to deflect that hatred from yourself? Because no matter how much you rag on me, I'm never going to change who I am. I'm not afraid, and I'm not ashamed. You, on the other hand... you're small, and pathetic, and if you don't pull your head out of your backside, you're going to end up alone except for your seventeen inevitable cats. No one wants to be with that much bitter."