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“Poor little Mudblood,” Bellatrix mocked as she pushed herself off the hallway’s stone wall. “All alone with Bella and Lory.”
The Gryffindor first year looked around confused until–
“Hem hem,” sounded a sickly sweet voice behind him. He started to sweat; being caught alone between Bellatrix Black and Dolores Umbridge was never good.
“Yes, Love,” said the Slytherin with the pink bow. “Unfortunate indeed. Whatever shall we do?”
“Itty bitty baby dared to roam our dungeons all by himself, doesn’t that deserve a lesson, Kitty?”
“Oh, it definitely does, dear Bella.”
“No, I–”
“Come, drink some tea with us.”
“Please–”