Open Letting it all out

Morrie hadn't bothered with a fancy dress costume this year as she didn't intend to stay long at the feast anyway. She ate some food then circled the Great Hall twice until she decided to try out the grindylow piñata on her way out. She let herself be blindfolded and handed a bat. She swung once, missed. She swing again and missed again. “Urgh, this is annoying,” she muttered, lowering the blindfold to around her neck so she could see properly, not understanding the point of being blindfolded in the first place anyway. She raised the bat again and started whacking the piñata and no longer missing any swings. Sweets were falling out but Morrie didn't care. Nope, she got too distracted when she imagined the piñata was a certain Slytherin's face, one that had been giving her trouble this semester. Morrie didn’t stop whacking it over and over again.

Cassandra had dressed up as a cheerleader, simply because they had cute outfits. A cute top and a cute miniskirt? Yeah she wasn't about to pass the opportunity and because she couldn't be bothered with anything fancier. Taking a stroll around the great hall she had some snacks and looked at what the other people were doing. Seeing a girl that was at least a year older than abusing that poor piñata the Gryffindor decided to take her chances and approach her. Hey she had the piñata so Cassie should be safe, right? "Oh my, I'd hate to be that poor piñata oorrr whoever you are thinking of while smacking it." She commented with a small grin as she got closer.

Morrie couldn't say how many times she whacked Mik... the piñata, but it was a lot of times. By the time she was done, it was destroyed to pulp. Morrie lowered the bat and stepped back, her chest heaving and clearly pleased with her work. When she registered that someone was speaking to her, she turned and scowled at them, her default look, and wondering what they wanted. "Yeah," Morrie took a deep breath, "It felt good though. I'd recommend trying it, but you'll need a new piñata."

No pent up rage? Morrie looked at the younger girl like she had just spoken utter nonsense because quite frankly, she had. Morrie didn't see how anyone could not have pent up rage, but she did have an idea from it. She pulled out her wand, pointing it at the girl briefly at first, just to test for a rage reaction, then she aimed it at the piñata. "Reparo!" She cast, returning it to it's former glory, almost. Morrie wasn't that great at that spell and it was still tatty around the edges and a little more lop sided than before she had gotten to it, but otherwise perfectly functional. "Go on, prove it. Prove you don't have any pent up rage." She offered her the bat and tucked her wand away again.

Morrie watched the girl take a swing the bat and snorted. “That’s all you got? Pathetic.” She scoffed, thoroughly unimpressed with the effort. "Think of someone, or something, that you hate. Then hit it again." Morrie listened to the Gryffindor talk about a rage room whatever that was. She hadn’t heard of it before. She wouldn’t mind something like that here, and since Professor Alcott-Ward had offered support previously, maybe if she asked nicely, he’d give her a rage room in the castle. Something to think about at least, as she stood there watching the other girl to see if she'd take another swing at the piñata.

Morrie didn't take the bat from the girl when she offered it back, "No thanks, I'm bored of that now." She said dismissing the whole activity with a hand wave. Part of Morrie's problem was that nothing ever made her feel better for long. Take this conversation for example, she was okay with the way it was going until the girl said Morrie looked like she needed another session. Was she making a joke or something? A dig maybe. "What's that supposed to mean?" She snapped, her eyes narrowed as she dropped the relative politeness, by Morrie's standards, that she had been showing so far.

Morrie frowned, unimpressed with the answer the Gryffindor was giving her. “Right. So you just insulted me and then act confused and say it wasn't meant to be negative when I don't take it like a compliment?” She crossed her arms, wand still within reach just in case she needed it. She didn't think it would be necessary though. “And for the record, if I had a puppy and you killed it then I’d be smiling. I don’t like puppies much.”