Piper's eyes narrowed on this snooty girl. She had seen her around th Gryffindor table, which explained why the brat was going to act all heroic and stand up for herself and all that other bull. Gryffindors just liked a reason to talk about themselves and inflate their own egos. They were not nearly as bad ass as they all thought they were. Typical Gryffindor here.
"Usually to look for trouble," she quipped back. Ah, the biting tongue of the Skytherins. How infamous and how sweet. "Especially you Gryffinodrs. Looking for a story, huh? To say you've been to the almighty Shrieking Shack. Go back to second year, okay, no one even cares." She rolled her eyes and lifted the cigarette back to her mouth, taking another drag.
There was a little girl with the older one, begging her to leave. Piper couldn't use magic yet, so she knew how this would end. Piper would antagonize, the Gryffindor would get all pissy and want a fight she couldn't have, then next year, the halls would be full of glares and snide comments. Honestly, Piper just wanted to skip ahead to the whole one of them storming out part, so she could finish her smoke in peace.