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Fourth-years are a plague upon this school.
First-years have their moments of irritation, I suppose, but you can always just threaten to hex them, or step on them or something, and they squeak and run off. Fourth-years are just getting to the really fucking irritating point where they decide that being fourteen makes them oh-so-grown-up and therefore invulnerable.
So if anyone sees a couple of fourth-years running around with boils, it wasn't me. They tripped and fell onto my wand, that's all.
That for your 'sweet and docile Hufflepuff' stereotype, Susan.
First-years have their moments of irritation, I suppose, but you can always just threaten to hex them, or step on them or something, and they squeak and run off. Fourth-years are just getting to the really fucking irritating point where they decide that being fourteen makes them oh-so-grown-up and therefore invulnerable.
So if anyone sees a couple of fourth-years running around with boils, it wasn't me. They tripped and fell onto my wand, that's all.
That for your 'sweet and docile Hufflepuff' stereotype, Susan.