Piper did not have it easy. She liked to make it seem like she had it easy by dressing nice, seeming better than everyone, and typically having that Slytherin swagger. Really, she didn't. She pushed herself away for protection. She did not smoke to look cool, she smoked because she needed to release some stress. She made herself look nice hoping she would look it too.
The common room was hell. It was terrifying- being a muggleborn in the snakepit. She went on and on about what she would do to muggles and muggleborns, thinking about what her brother Jerris would say if he heard her. She felt the pressure to fit in with this Slytherin gang of sorts, to provide her support and protection, so she could survive her last few years.
So every now and then, she snuck out and went up to the clock tower, sure that no one else really went up there. It was one of her favorite places to take a load off and that was what she did. She got up there and pushed herself up onto a ledge, kicked off her shoes, let her hair down, and took out a smoke. Leaning against the cool wall, enjoying silence.
She could get used to this.
That was when the freak showed up. He shrieked at her and she raised her eyebrows, her lip curling up. The words echoed in the tight space and she reached up, touching her ear. "Holy shit, man," she said. "Keep it down, you'll wake up the castle." He continued on and she stared at him as though he were a one legged pirate. "Evildoer? Were you dropped on your head? Aren't you out past curfew, too, oddball?"