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[neveraheroine]

*And there's a rather... sturdy-looking girl finding her way into the Mansion. In Hogwarts robes.
She's not going to say anything, just stand there, arms crossed, and survey things with a raised eyebrow and a slight smirk.*

Typist: Millicent Bulstrode, from Harry Potter, being completely reset due to complications. Alex is ba-ack!

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[dracoslytherin]

Bulstrode!

And just what do you think you are staring at?

[neveraheroine]

"Yes, me. And definitely not you, if that's what you're asking."

[dracoslytherin]

*haughtily* Just as well.

[neveraheroine]

She smirks, not offering any other response.

[dracoslytherin]

*frowns at the silent smirking* I never liked you...

[neveraheroine]

Said rather pleasently: "Oh, good, because I've always despised you."

[dracoslytherin]

*smirks* Then we're even.

Of course, that doesn't mean we're anywhere near equal.

[neveraheroine]

"Well, of course not, but keep trying, Malfoy. You'll get somewhere close to my level someday... maybe."

[dracoslytherin]

*scowls at her* How dare you imply you are even one tenth of myself or anyone in my family.

[neveraheroine]

"Well, can't quite make judgements on your family, but I don't consider you a grand specimen of the human race, so."

[dracoslytherin]

Is this how you always thought behind my back at that awful school?

[neveraheroine]

"Behind your back? Had you asked, I wouldn't have said any differently."

[dracoslytherin]

*frowns* Well, you know what? I don't care because, for once, I am happy at this moment with how things have gone for me. I doubt you can say as much.

[neveraheroine]

"I'm happy with how I am, and that's the happiness that I need. I have no problem with you enjoying your life. If you're happy, good for you. However, the version of you I knew at school wasn't much worth knowing." She pauses; gives him a vaugely appraising look. "But I've heard things are different, here, so perhaps you've become a different type of person as well."

[dracoslytherin]

I believe it's called maturity, Bulstrode. I grew up.