((Just so you know, most of PA uses third person
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"Right, who were they again?"
Finn Grimm was being dragged through the courtyard by an uppity Ace Longbottom, looking miserable. Finn did not know why she had mentioned to her dormmates upon entering the room between class periods, but it had turned Ace into some sort of soldier. The girl looked ridiculous, her rage not at all a comfortable accessory to her school uniform, which made her look just a little less than intimidating.
She looked like a rabid squirrel, in Finn's opinion.
"Really," Finn said, trying to pull out of Ace's grip. "It's fine. I'm sure they'll give it back-"
"Them?" Ace demanded, pointing at a group of third years who immediately jumped in fear. Finn shook her head miserable. "What books?"
"Runes... History of Magic-"
"Who steals a History of Magic book?!" Ace said, nearly rounding on her friend, but she kept pushing onward. Her eyes met suddenly with a fourth year, Jamison she was pretty sure, who suddenly blocked a stack of books from sight.
"Right," Ace mumbled, releasing Finn.
"Please, don't-"
"Hey!" Ace stalked over, shoving a Slytherin girl out of the way. "Here's the deal - give me my friends books back, or I'll make you regret it." She glanced at the Slytherin - she recognized the girl as Aideen, someone whom she had a bit of respect for because of her no-bull attitude, but Ace was not about to let that excuse theft. "You too, Armour? Really? Alright, give us the books then."