"Just because you never said you were freaking perfect, doesn't mean you don't think it. You think you're the bees knees, little miss pretty and perfect, so righteous, standing up for your cowardly, moronic house. You're worse than the rest of them - you've got no idea what's wrong with those mindless, up-themselves tossers. All you are is cruelty, hidden behind a mask of being the lovely, kind ones. Crap." Maria sneered in response to Sephora.
She laughed loudly though when the blonde girl mentioned her mother. She would have paced, if she didn't know it would hurt like hell. "My mother? My mother would watch and laugh, my mother wouldn't even NOTICE I was in trouble. She never did! So don't you DARE mention my b1tch of a mother!"
Maria ignored some girl mentioning house points. Good. If they lost house points, all the better, those stupid Hufflepuffs would suffer. Sephora's response, though, set the blood in her veins boiling again. "What I've done? What the hell have I done? I've been angry, because nobody has treated me even the slightest bit fairly since I arrived at this worthless school. And then when I point out what's been done, it's all my fault somehow. This house can go rot, as far as I'm concerned, since that's pretty much the message I've been given the whole time I've been here."
Some stupid brunette girl called out support for Sephora, and Maria resisted the urge to smack her one. Dumb cow. Who the hell did she think she was? This was nobody else's damn business. House pride? Maria would rather die than be beaten by house pride. The british boy's comment made her feel slightly better though; at least somebody didn't think everything was her fault. God, Maria had been hoping school would be better than home - it was hundreds of times worse.
She did smirk, when some boy started talking to Sephora. "Awww. Has the bumblebee found herself an ickle boyfriend? How touching. You can raise a hive together, and start stinging everyone you see. Not that you're not good at doing that without his help." She laughed, and surveyed the boy. Ugly as hell, and no taste to boot. They were a perfect match. Yeuch. Maria felt like throwing up.
At some more encouragement, Maria began walking towards Sephora, ignoring the burning pain from her rear. She may not know enough magic to stun Sephora yet, but she could at least use her fists, a skill she had learned from her brother. She leaped at Sephora, pressing her down hard onto the stairs, grabbing the girl's blonde locks and yanking until the hair came away in her hand.