Crimson was on the train, it was his first year going to Hogwarts Academy and he couldn’t help but feel nervous. He looked down at his wand, his wand was an 11" Blood wood with Manticore Barb Core. He placed his wand away as he was looking for somewhere to sit. He looked into a nearby booth to see someone along with an open. “Um, excuse me? Sorry to disturb you, but is it alright if I sit here?” He asked.
She jumped at hearing Crimsons voice. She turned around and saw him holding her wand. She checked her sock just to be sure. And the. Carefully took it back. “Thank you….” She said and breathed out. After a moment she remembered the book hitting her father and she crossed her arms. “You…..YOU HIT MY DAD WITH A BOOK!” She exclaimed. Her eyes nearly shining in rage. “HOW COULD YOU?!”
“How could I?!” Crimson snapped. “Oh don’t you dare going on defending your father like that! I KNOW HE GAVE YOU THOSE SCARS!” He yelled at her, his red eyes glowing.
She pauses. Stunned at his words. She looked away, “HOW DARE YOU PUT YOURSEF KNTO MY FAMOLY BUISNESS?!” She yelled back. Before she went quiet. She huffed, so much so you could almost see steam.
“I’m going to the Quidditch field.” She said simply. She raised her wand, “Acio Quidditch bag” she said in a harsh tone. She turned the bag quickly coming into her grasp, and slung her bag over her shoulder and walked towards the field. “If you come I swear I’ll let the blushed eat you for breakfast” She spoke.
She sent notes to Harry, Ron and Jackie to join her there. Sadly without a warning to how pissed She was. Which was a danger in of itself.
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