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There are jokes and then there's just plain nasty.

You lot all all right? Keep your chins up.

(Which is not to say Gred and Forge aren't planning a little quiet retribution, if we can find out who did it.)

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alt_luna

They're not particularly well drawn.

From:

alt_lee

I don't think the drawing ability is what people particularly notice about them.

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alt_sally_anne

THIS is EXACTLY why I like you, Luna.

She's totally right. Whoever drew them got my hair COMPLETELY wrong.

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alt_ron

Ha.

Um. I'm trying to cheer Pansy up by telling her lousy jokes. But I'm not sure it's working yet.

How is she?

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alt_sally_anne

She's really upset, actually. And trying hard not to show it.

I think what's upsetting her isn't that they went after her, but that they went after the rest of us to get at her. You know? Like that time Miss Professor Carrow made a bookshelf fall on me and I wound up in the hospital wing, and Pansy knew that really Carrow was trying to hurt HER and she knew that the absolute worst way to hurt her was to go after her friends.

It's bothering me more than it should, really. It reminds me of primary school, which was horrid.

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alt_ron

Oh.

You know, I had fun in primary, but, yeah-

I know it wasn't that way for you.

But I thought it was teacher that was horrible. Were the kids awful to you, too?

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alt_sally_anne

When the teacher's going out of her way to be awful there are plenty of kids who will, too.

Especially when the oldest kids in the room only just turned eleven.

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alt_ron

Yeah, I can see how that would be true.

So do you think they've got less horrible as they've got older?

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alt_sally_anne

Some of them, yeah.

Others, well, here's the thing. The kids at my primary school weren't the rich ones or the important ones. The rich kids, and the kids with important parents, usually have private tutors. So the social order went like this: the poor purebloods were at the top of the heap, and the teacher made sure we all knew they were better than the rest of us. Then the people who were technically half-bloods but only because they weren't quite pure. Then half-bloods where the wizarding parent had gotten rid of the muggle or muggleborn parent. Then half-bloods in fostering. Then half-bloods from blood-traitor families. I wasn't quite the only one but I was close.

Anyway.

So you come to Hogwarts and it all gets shaken up, you know, because you're Sorted into Houses and all that. And I got Sorted into Slytherin, which was HARRY MARVOLO'S House, and Pansy Parkinson wanted me for a friend. And since none of the Slytherins even knew my background they were kind enough at first, and even once they all found me out Pansy liked me and everyone was at least polite to me because they didn't want to get on her bad side.

The people who were horrible to me in primary school -- well. There were two who were the worst of the worst. One got Sorted into Hufflepuff and did really poorly on her OWLs because in the end she just wasn't at ALL clever, and she didn't stay on to do NEWTs so she's not even here anymore. The other was never here at all. She turned out to be a Squib. She never showed magic and never got a letter and I don't even know what happened to her but I don't imagine it was very nice.

Sometimes I wonder what it would've been like. If we'd gone to the same one. You and me, I mean.