Who: Emerson Harper and four Gryffindor boys When: Late Tuesday night, during Emmy's prefect patrol Where: Boys bathroom What: The guys teach Emerson a lesson for distracting Reed from what's important Rating: Let's be safe and say R, for violence and such
Emerson was on bedtime patrol that night, and had been making his rounds along his designated route. He had just a couple of more stops to make before he could turn in himself, which he was looking forward to because he was pretty tired. He rounded a corner, and as he started to pass one of the boys bathrooms, he heard voices inside. That was odd. No one was supposed to be out during this time. Emerson was not a stickler for the rules; he'd usually turn a blind eye when it came to his own house, so long as it was a minor offense. Even other students, if they weren't doing anything harmful, he'd usually let it go without a warning. If there were some students in there, he'd just send them on their way. He had no idea what he was about to walk into, but he was about to find out.
He opened the door to the bathroom, and saw three male students in Gryffindor robes leaning against the far wall. It looked like they were smirking. What he didn't see, was the fourth boy, who came at him from the right side and immediately slammed him into the left wall so hard that his head hit against it. Emerson saw stars, his vision going a bit blurry as he stumbled a couple of steps. "W-What.. what the he--" his breath caught in his throat as a fist connected hard with his stomach and he doubled over, dropping down onto his knees.
The snickering around the room grew louder. "You get on your knees for Orbison too, precious?" The boy's voice echoed in Emerson's head, as his ears were still ringing from hitting the wall. His hand gripped Emerson's hair, and he looked down at him with a look of disgust. "Sorry mate, I don't swing that way. I don't care how pretty your lips are." With his free hand, he punched Emerson in the jaw, keeping hold of his hair so it would pull painfully as the Slytherin boy wrenched from the blow.
"Give us a turn," one of the other boys said, and the three of them leaned up from the wall. Emerson could taste blood on his lips, but he was still too stunned to understand what was happening to him. Why were they doing this? He'd heard one of them mention Reed, and they did all have Gryffindor robes on. But Emerson wasn't able to think, because he received a sharp kick to his lower back, sending him down to the floor, followed by another kick to his ribcage.
Emerson spat blood onto the floor and groaned, trying to get up. He was met with several kicks from the two boys who hadn't done anything to him yet. This lasted for several seconds, before the first boy halted them. He had Emerson's sketch book in his hand, which Emerson had dropped after the initial blow he took. The boy started ripping all he pages out of it and tearing them up. "S-Stop--" Emerson choked out, and then yelped in intense pain as the second boy brought his foot forcefully down on Emerson's right hand. There was a sickening crack as bone was crushed beneath the weight. The first boy then rolled Emerson over on his back and crouched over him.
"Learn from this. One word of this, and it'll get worse. A lot worse," he growled. He tugged Emerson up by the hair, and then promptly slammed his head down against the tile. The last thing Emerson heard before he lost consciousness was the sound of the four of them laughing and the bathroom door close behind them.