A Fist to the Face

Lisa McCellan

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Despite being in the same house and the same year and sharing a dorm, Lisa had absolutely no idea where to find Rama Mowry. She'd heard what the girl had done to her favourite professor and as the man was too much of a gentleman and too sweet to stand up for himself, Lisa was just going to have to take it upon herself to do it for him. Monty could not slap a child, but rules be damned, Lisa could and would do it for him. She was mad as hell, being unable to find the little b!tch only served to make her madder. Where could she be hiding? The Scot wondered. She'd never had so much trouble finding someone in her whole life, this was a completely new experience. She was determined to find her though, because she could not allow injustices to go unpunished and she knew that Rama had hurt Monty's feelings and she was going to rectify it immediately. Walking into the Hogwarts Gardens, the only place she'd yet to check save for the other common rooms (but let's be honest she couldn't have been in one of those, right?), Lisa immediately spotted the very person she'd been looking for this entire time. "Rama Mowry!" She called, stomping up to the other girl. "Ey've eh bone tae pick with ye!" She yelled, not worrying about the state of her voice or the blazing rage in her eyes. Rama would hear her whether she wanted to or not.
 
Rama Mowry was in one of her moods, and moods like this were never good. She wanted to find a place where she could be by herself. Lately, she had been doing a lot of self reflection. She had been thinking about why she was really angry at Professor Pendleton. She had the many letters of apology her father forced her to write over the summer in a pocket of her robes. She was only eleven, so she did not feel like her reflections were going to be that profound, but there was always hope? Rama never had to hope for things before because everything had been given to her. She always knew what she was going to get on Christmas Day. This year she did not get anything because her father was a jerk. Rama was admiring the roses, along with some other people. A student had drowned recently, so there were quite a few students in the garden. She did not know the student who had died, so she was not mourning. The girl was taken out of her thoughts when someone yelled out her name. Then, there were a string of words she had a hard time understanding. She turned away from the flowers and was face to face with some girl. Rama rolled her eyes. "Learn how to speak English before you speak to me." she spat at the girl and crossed her arms around her chest.
 
Lisa as not impressed that eyes were rolled at her. She didn't appreciate disrespect at all and the fact that she was being disrespected by the same little bit that had upset Monty, well, it only served to make her madder than she was. "Ey donnae know why Ye seem to think tha Ye can be such a bit, but Ey should warn Ye that Ey've not get much respect for Ye." Lisa said as she stood her ground with the girl. They were in the same year, the same house, she didn't want to suffer seven years with this girl. She was being perfectly understandable. It was not Lisa's fault that the girl chose to not listen and understand the accents of other people. "Ey donnae suppose Ye know English verra well if Ye cannae tell it when Ye hear it."
 
If anyone had the right to be unimpressed, it was Rama. She was being disturbed by some mentally incapacitated moron. If Rama could roll her eyes a thousand times, she would because this girl was not floating in the right boat. No one was floating in the right boat if Rama was in it. She was avoided, which she did not mind and very much preferred. "I am surprised people have any respect for you with that little drawl you have going on." she said passively with a general hand motion towards towards the girl's direction. Rama was fluent in two languages, and she managed to sound like she only knew one. It was Korean of all languages, which was nothing like English at all. "You call the gibberish you are speaking English?" she laughed and flipped her hair over her shoulder. "My how the standards of speaking have lowered." she scoffed.
 

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