Who: Zoe Accrington, Sebastian Daley, and open to any Slytherins who want to see this Where: Slytherin Common Room What: Sebastian's getting his nose broken. Again. When: thursday afternoon Warnings: Punching, possibly blood?
"You asked for it," Zoe murmured, shaking her head a little when Sebastian commented her back. She paused long enough to answer Wayne, then snapped her journal shut and tucked it into her robe, jogging down the steps to the Common Room and looking around for Daley.
And there he was, sitting on a couch with the smug fucking face. Douchebag. The truth was, Zoe was pissed off at Poppy for starting this and for upsetting Kevin, but a sixth year boy in her own House was a much easier target than a girl in Hufflepuff and...sixth year? Fifth? Zoe had been sure she was a Gryffindor sixth year, but maybe she had her mixed up with the Weasel's sister or something. The thing was, she was really, really hurt about all of it, but it was far easier to be angry than to be hurt. Poppy and Sebastian had both gained an obsessively hateful and vindictive enemy, and she needed some serious words with Matty, too.
Right now, though, she was going to talk with her fists. She walked straight toward Daley, the glare on her face warning off anyone who might have tried to talk to her. He was standing up as she got to him. Perfect, much more even angle.
"Daley," she said, to make him turn toward her, and she punched him square in the nose. He was a few inches taller than her, but not by much, and his nose cracked satisfyingly under her fist. Oh, that felt good, and she felt so much better now. She kept walking right on by once her work was done, shaking out her hand and heading out of the common room to go find Kevin.