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[cruelle_et_rare]

Who: Mitch, Bella and Hannah Montana some random Mudblood
What: Mudblood Beatings
When: All the fucking time
Where: Everywhere
Rating: H for This Hilbilly's Going Down

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[bittersolanine]

The corridor had been quite empty for some time, at least for the time Bellatrix and Mitch had been standing by the wall. Low traffic corridors were best for cornering potential victims without a high chance of getting caught, but they also required a ridiculous amount of patience.

Bellatrix checked her pocket for her pack of cigarettes, before realising she had given it to Regulus. Any irritation this brought about was, however, relieved when a faint set of footsteps (just a single pair, it seemed) was heard at the other end of the corridor.

"Looks like a bit of fun should be arriving soon, Cousin."

[randommudblood]

Hannah Montana Miley the boring Mudblood was skipping along the corridor, smiling widely because she had been hit by a particularly bad accidental hex two years ago which had left her face fixed with a permanent, irritating smile.

"Jimmy crack corn, and I don't care," she sang softly to herself, lovin' that hillbilly beat.

[bittersolanine]

The song echoed through the corridor and immediately Bellatrix found herself annoyed by whoever the girl was. Perfect.

[cruelle_et_rare]

"Definitely a Mudblood," Mitch muttered. He didn't need to know her name or anything about her, he could just tell. As could his cousin. She had that look about her. The look of a Mudblood.

He stepped away from the shadowy wall and right into the muddle of the corridor, blocking the girl's path.