The girl was a Hufflepuff, but she was still a Malfoy. Casey had not been raised with the more progressive Weasleys, the ones more willing to forgive and forget. Hermione and Ginny had preached second chances until the cousins had wanted to drown themselves, but Charlie Weasley had not been around to see the Malfoys redeem themselves. He was still under the impression that they were, as a whole, insufferable, bigoted and obnoxious. And he had not been afraid to share these opinions to his children.
Besides, they had never done anything to prove otherwise. Even now, the Malfoy girl stared at Casey as though the Gryffindor girl were some unsightly cockroach that had forced herself into the blonde’s attention. Casey promptly responded with a sneer, never thinking of her own image, of course. Lily often reminded the girl of how her actions reflected onto her character, but Casey always acted as she felt, claiming that she should never be ashamed of being true to herself. The girl still had a lot to learn.
At the other girl’s words, she piped up, “Hear that, Teach? Even she thinks it’d be better suited for us both.” The door slammed behind him. “See? There you again – choosing ignorance over solutions, all for the sake of your pride. Pathetic!” She had hoped her rant would be enough to goad him into coming back out and continuing their argument, sparing her from alone time with the Malfoy girl. Today, however, just was not her day.
She sighed and sat back in her chair, blowing a few strands off of her forehead. She reached forward and began loosening her Quidditch pads, finding that she was a bit sweaty in the get up, regardless of the frigid temperature. She lolled her head back – she had absolutely nothing to do. She did not have her bag, so she had no books, no parchment, not even a quill. Her wand was tucked into her boot – even her broom had been left with Lily. “This is ridiculous.”