A Serious Pursuit ((Millicent))

[Vincent Crabbe Jr.]

Vincent wandered his way to breakfast, his stomach rumbling. Vincent rubbed the plump flesh soothingly. It was fairly late in the morning, as he had overslept a little. But then again, he usually got up early to do homework he hadn't done the night before, or sometimes to go and do some extra Quidditch practice. Vincent did do quite well on the Quidditch field. It was mainly the result of hard work, but he also enjoyed it, had the strength necessary for a Beater and a good tactical understanding of the game. Despite this, it was not what he was going to do for a career. He had had that planned for him since his youth, and now it was crystal clear what it would be.

Vincent harrumphed. These were not the thoughts he should be having this early in the morning. The time for brooding came later on, to distract him from doing work. But he would be fine once he had eaten. Vincent intended to eat well this morning. He had a hard day's work ahead of him. He had a lot of work to do. Vincent took hard subjects. None of the wishy-washy stuff. He took Transfiguration, and Defence Against the Dark Arts, and Charms. He also took Herbology, Care of Magical Creatures (mainly to spite that great oaf and his glass-wearing friend Potter), and History of Magic (the purpose being that Vincent would learn how some purebloods had betrayed the majority by allowing halfbreeds and Mudbloods among them). One bitter pill for Vincent to swallow was that he had not done well enough in his Potions OWL to take it at NEWT level, since Professor Snape did not even accept Slytherins who got beneath an E. Vincent's father had been extremely angry at his son's 'Acceptable', although he accepted it in the end. Vincent did work hard to counter what he knew were not the most complete set of brains and he would not fail this time. He would do well in all his subjects.

Vincent neared the Great Hall, teeming with breakfasters at this time on a Saturday morning, and slumped into his usual place at the Slytherin table. At least no jeers greeted him from the Stark girl. He did not want those this morning. Vincent started to load his plate with the toast, pastries, yoghurt and fruit, his mood lifting as he tucked in. He was pleased when he heard the sound of a not unfamiliar voice as the owner sat down opposite him.

[millicenbulstrode]

Millicent looked down at her charms textbook trying to imitate the diagram of a particular swish. Unable to attain the desired results due to the fact that her plump wrist could not perform the intricacies required Millicent pushed all her books off her lap and got out of bed. She was glad it was a Saturday so she had all weekend to practice, although there was little hope it would help. Checking her reflection in the mirror Millicent made sure her ponytail was not falling out but beyond that did not care how she looked. Picking up her big clunky purse Millicent headed down to the Great Hall. It was rather empty seeing as it was the time of the break between the morning people and night people’s breakfast hours.

Pushing open the doors Millicent strolled to the nearest table, the Slytherin table. ‘First for obvious reasons’ Millicent thought as she took a seat near Crabbe who was the only Slytherin her age there. She did not know the boy well at all but he was a Slytherin and so he was good in her books. “Busy day planned?” she asked him while stacking food on her plate as well. “Gosh I hate charms. Wish there was something other then homework we could do at this boring school.” She continued before starting to munch on some strawberries.

[Vincent Crabbe Jr.]

Vincent looked up with a slight smirk on his face, stuffing a piece of toast into his mouth as he listened to Millicent Bulstrode tell him how she hated Charms. He was fairly inept at it himself, but they could be useful. The less pleasant ones, at any rate. And the jinxes were very useful indeed. Vincent had a moment of regret as he felt the place that had never quite recovered from that Weasley girl's Bat-whatever Hex. She was quite powerful, that one. Unlike her pitiful brother. Still, Vincent had actually been rather pleased to discover that she had been kidnapped. Served her right, obnoxious twit. Shame that she'd been rescued. Hadn't been able to look after herself there.

Vincent grunted in assent to Millicent's question, knawing on a pear. He smiled at what she said about charms. He really couldn't agree more. But he felt he had to comment on her last sentence. He felt that she maybe had something to learn about the pleasures of a certain other pursuit.
"Ah, but there is something other than homework we can do at this school," Vincent told her, leaving suspense as he took another bite of his pear. "Called putting the Mudbloods in their place. In some ways it can be quite enjoyable, although having to deal with them at all is painful." He grinned at Millicent, revealing a set of stunted, lopsided teeth, before returning to finish his pear and spreading butter and jam thickly on a piece of freshly baked bread.

[millicenbulstrode]

((OOC: sorry it has taken so long and is so short I have gotten myself a little busy both here and in real life. Plus I really don’t know what to put here but will make my next one longer I promise))

Millicent smirked as Crabbe suggested ‘putting the mudbloods in their place’. It was an activity she rather enjoyed no doubt about that, and she hadn’t done it properly in a long time. “Very true about dealing with them being a bother, but the looks of terror on their faces are really worth it.” She commented, still eating the delicious strawberries. “Considering you are so well acquainted with the tricks of the trade perhaps you would care to join me for some… instructing? After breakfast of course.” Millicent asked him.

[Vincent Crabbe Jr.]

((Does not matter at all, 'tis a pleasure posting with you. Besides, my track record on posts is hardly brilliant.))

Vincent peeled a satsuma and stuck half of it in his mouth, giving him a rather comical appearance while he listened to Millicent with a squashed sort of smile.
"Of course I would, in fact I would enjoy it." he told her, eyeing her stawberries. He looked for the bowl, but it was empty, so he leant across to a second year and took theirs. They started to protest, but he cracked his knuckles and they desisted. They knew the ways of Slytherin House by now, which was just as well for them. Vincent poured cream thickly over the strawberries and tucked in.

Once Vincent was feeling almost full, he stopped eating. "Ready?" he asked her. Without waiting for her reply, he set off towards the Gryffindor table. What a load of conceited prats that lot were. He soon located their nearest bowl of strawberries and took it from under the nose of the fourth year who was attempting to serve themselves with it. They started to protest, "Now look here...", and Vincent shot them a warning glance, taking a bite of the succulent fruit. Was it just a coincidence that the fruit on the Gryffindor table always tasted significantly better than that on the Slytherin table? Maybe it was just the pleasurable experience of taking it. The insolent Gryffindor continued to glare at him.

"What?" Vincent asked him aggressively, holding the bowl of strawberries out to Millicent. "Do you have a staring problem? You need to shut your eyes. Somnia superare." Vincent said almost lazily, and the Gryffindor fell asleep immediately, giving out huge snores.
"Like the pig he is," Vincent said sideways to Millicent, setting the strawberries down on the table again. "Do you have any preference as to who we teach a lesson now?" Vincent asked her. "And where?"

[millicenbulstrode]

Millicent smirked as Crabbe agreed to join her in playing instructor to people who have forgotten their place in the school. She finished eating fairly quickly as Crabbe took some strawberries a group of second years had designated their own. When he asked if she was ready Millicent nodded in agreement, stood up, and followed him across the Great Hall.

She stood slightly behind and sneered at a number of Gryffindors Crabbe had chosen to approach. He took their strawberries as well and Millicent suppressed a laugh at the looks of horror, fear, and helplessness on each little “courageous” face. As Crabbe offered her some strawberries Millicent picked up one just to show the babies that she was not on their side. She then laughed a harsh cold laugh as Crabbe put one of the Gryffies to sleep with a spell.

“No; no preference. Lets just get away from here quick all these Gryffies around right after eating is making me feel sick.” Millicent said with a smirk when Crabbe asked where they should go next. She then made her way out into the entrance hall and looked around at the pockets of people. Spotting a bunch of second year Hufflepuff girls fawning over a magazine she marched up to them. “What on earth are you looking at?” she asked grabbing the magazine out of one of their hands. It was a large picture and rather lengthy article about some cute wizard who was a popular singer. Millicent once again gave a cold laugh and handed the magazine to Crabbe so he could look. “Awwwwwww isn’t it cute the little babies think he’s cute.” Millicent mocked in a baby voice.

[Vincent Crabbe Jr.]

Vincent looked at the article in disgust. The wizard was even less good-looking than him, for goodness sake. Vincent had no illusions about his physical appearance and he had no idea how the singer had even managed to become popular. But some people had weird tastes. The wizard stuck his tongue out, so Vincent quartered the magazine and threw the pieces back at the little midgets.

"Idiots," he said to Millicent in disgust. "Shall we see if we can find some more entertaining Mudbloods? A few fourth years perhaps?" Vincent spotted a couple of fourth year Hufflepuffs going down for breakfast a few metres away, and strode towards them, tapping the nearest sharply on the shoulder.

"Where do you think you're going?" he asked the astonished boy, who was trying to walk away. "No. Stop! You'll just have to wait while I search your bag." Vincent insisted. The boy protested, saying that he had no right to search his bag.
"I think you'll find I do, young Mudblood," Vincent told him with contempt. "After all, I am the one who has a right to be here." He pulled open the zip roughly and started pulling out the contents, strewing them on the floor.
"Library books, more books, more books..." Vincent muttered with disgust. "Zonkos stuff!" he said as though astonished. "Well I'll certainly have to confiscate this. Evanesco." he said, making the Zonkos 'joke' items and the library books vanish into thin air. He continued to look through, and found the kind of thing he had been looking for.

"A Valentine's message?" he taunted, and the Gryffindor girl next to the Hufflepuff turned red. "Ah, this would be for you then, I suppose. What's your name?" The girl muttered it. "Oh, what a shame," Vincent said with mock sincerity, "because it isn't your name in here." Vincent handed the card to the girl, who was left staring at her companion. He walked away, chuckling.

"Some people aren't quite as trustworthy as they're supposed to be, then," he said to Millicent with a smirk. "I suppose it's just that they can't help being traitors to other wizards because of their blood. What do you think?"

[millicenbulstrode]

Millicent watched with a smirk as the adorable face was ripped to pieces by Crabbe and snowed down back onto the girls. Millicent rolled her eyes down at the pouting little girls “What you thought staring at it would summon him to you? Aww I’m so sorry we messed up your chances with him.” Millicent said with a laugh.

Vincent then suggested finding more interesting mudbloods to play with. He then approached a mudblood couple and searched through the boy’s bag. Removing a slip of paper from the boy’s bad Vincent exposed it as a love note for another girl. The little fourth year stood there astonished staring at the card. With a wave of Millicent’s wrist the card all of a sudden turned into two cards, it continued to multiply until identical cards were slipping out of the girl’s hands. Millicent watched the boy panic trying to keep the cards from being seen by more people. As the number of cards continued to increase Millicent forced them to fly up into the air until they were all over the filling up entrance hall. There were enough cards for everyone there to take a least two.

She then chuckled as Crabbe mentioned the boy possibly not being trustworthy because of his traitorous blood. “How did you know he had something like that? Or did you just plant it on him?” Millicent asked quietly so she wouldn’t be heard by others.

[Vincent Crabbe Jr.]

Vincent chuckled as Millicent multiplied the cards and they flew all over the Entrance Hall and into where people were having breakfast. Some people grabbed them and looked at them with interest, smirking and showing them to their friends. Others started to have paper aeroplane fights with them.
"Well, I think you've increased the amount of scrap paper available there," Vincent said, grinning at Millicent, "as well as making sure it's all over the school by this lunchtime." He laughed heartily, but soon stopped when Millicent asked him how he had known, and whether he had planted it on the boy.

"Of course I didn't plant it on the Mudblood," Vincent said to Millicent in disgust. "No, he's like that because he's a dirty bastard. I have my sources, maybe a bugging device or two, I know that he isn't... well, wasn't, after today, just with two of 'em. They're all smitten as far as I can make out. Don't know why. Spotty thing."
Vincent laughed again. "Now I suppose we ought to find new territory, otherwise everyone'll know who we are. Do you have a suggestion as to where to look?"

[millicenbulstrode]

Laughing as Crabbe explained that all the girls had a thing for that one boy who Vincent had called “spotty” Millicent noticed a number of odd looks were thrown their way. It was true the two of them would gain attention seeing as both stood about a head at least higher than all the other younger students in the entrance hall; and not that she would admit it but they were also about twice as wide each. She gave a quick nod of assent as Vince suggested moving on to greener pastures before they are implicated in this mess.

Millicent wasted no time in stomping up the steps toward the library. Before she had reached the landing though she bumped into another Gryffindor obviously coming down from their tower. Why they would want to be in a tower escaped Millicent; she much preferred the dungeons thank you. Much easier to fortify should something happen and without all those windows to let people know what you are up to; not to mention a way in for someone planning on doing you harm.

Millicent had of course not been at all thrown off balance by the collision, which is a lucky thing seeing as she would have fallen down the stairs, but the same could not be said for the other girl. She was likely only a year or two younger than Millicent but she was physically much smaller and had been flung back a few steps. Millicent simply stood there staring at the girl dumbly awaiting an apology.

((I have had a volunteer to play the victim for us if you would like some fresh meat to filet. Or if you would rather we can keep this as some anonymous person like the others. Let me know Gosh its good to have Millicent back sorry for the delay ))

[Lenora Byers]

((Hope you guys don’t mind me coming in now but it seemed the time for my entrance )

As Lenora woke up that Saturday instead of the usual smile she scowled due to a pain in her throat and another pounding in her head. She took a Tylenol and hoped that would do the trick but they always took a few hours to kick on for her. Glancing over at the clock she saw she had slept in which was very unlike her; she really must be sick. Grumbling Lenora dressed all in black to warn all of her terrible mood and took off out the dorms. She at least wanted to get some food in her if she was to face this awful day.

As she stormed out of Gryffindor Tower though she bumped into a rather large girl and was thrown back a few steps. “I know you take up half the steps by yourself but could you at least walk along one side instead of holding up the whole stairwell?” she said as she looked up at the girl and noticed she was not only incredibly large but she was also an older Slytherin with another incredibly large older Slytherin male companion. It was then that Lenora knew she was in trouble and looked down to keep herself from taking back what she had just said. Lenora seldom looked down from anyone but there were instances when it was for one’s own good; and this most certainly was one of those cases.

To hide her downwards glance Lenora choose this moment to life herself off the ground and brush herself off. “Now if you would kindly move to one side I would like to go down and get something to eat.” She said in what she hoped was a strong voice and took a step forward.

[Vincent Crabbe Jr.]

((No problem. )

Vincent followed Millicent a few steps behind her, finding that she was going at a rather alarming speed. He only went at this speed if he was looking for someone he could pin some blame on. Other people didn't really have a chance of avoiding you unless they were sharply aware of their surroundings. Vincent wondered if this was Millicent's intention, but did not ask, as he was focused on staying right behind her. It was almost as bad as trying to keep up with Draco when he was in a bad mood.

Sure enough, a Gryffindor came the other way, obviously either too stupid, or too preoccupied to look where she was going. He concluded that it must be stupid as she further insulted Millicent, and most likely also himself. He cracked his knuckles aggressively, something he was rather fond of doing, and moved to stand next to Millicent so that the way was blocked completely. Following her further misguided and rather insolent comment, he moved forceably to stand above the girl on the stairs, so that her only way out would be to push past either Millicent or Vincent. Which wouldn't be a good idea.

"I don't think that'll be happening quite yet," he told the girl nastily. "You'll have to give us a bit more than that. An apology would be a good start." After all, why should they not teach the stupid Gryffindor, a Mudblood by the looks of her, a little lesson? About respect to her seniors, and certainly respect for people of a larger size than herself. Vincent knew that he was rather bulky. He didn't need it pointing out to him. Millicent might well be the same. And if this Gryffindor thought she could get away with insulting either of them - well, in his opinion, she had something to learn.

[Lenora Byers]

As Lenora stood up the boy came up behind her blocking her escape. He demanded an apology. She had half a mind to simply mumble a half-hearted apology for the whole thing and slip away but the Gryffindor in her wouldn’t allow that. Ignoring the boy she looked the older girl straight in the eyes and flashed her a brilliant smile that to all the world but her close friends would look sincere. “I'm afraid we have gotten off to a bad start. I'm Lenora Byers.” She then held out her hand uncertain as to how the two Slytherins would react, but she sure knew they would not be expecting that.

[millicenbulstrode]

Millicent stood on the stairs astonished as the little Gryffie dared insult her. She smirked though as the baby knew to look down to her superiors. As the girl got up Millicent expected an apology and was ready to let the girl off with a warning when instead she was insulted yet again by the lack of apology. The girl took a step forward and Millicent blocked her way further. Crabbe then moved in behind the girl to block her retreat. He told her flat out she wasn’t going anywhere until they at least received an apology.

She was absolutely dumbfounded as the girl dared look her in the eyes and smile. She introduced herself as Lenora Byers and Millicent just glanced at the outstretched hand before looking the girl in the face once more. “Do you honestly think I care what your name is? You’re a filthy little Gryffindor who dared touch my robes. You should be replacing them only I wouldn’t dream of owning anything bought with mudblood or mudblood loving money; it would be too much of an insult to the Bulstrode name. See I don't know your name but I'm sure you now know mine and realise just how below us you are. So if you ever want to leave this stairwell again I suggest you show Vincent and I some respect.” She growled at the girl.

[Chelle]

Kari raced down the halls. If she didn't hurry, she would be late for her next class, and she wanted to at least eat a piece of toast before running up six flight of stairs again. She had already missed Transfiguration and History of Magic yesterday, but she would borrow the notes from Cass. She was about to head up the stairs when she ran right into a huge Slytherin sixth year. She fell to the bottom of the stairs, feeling slightly winded. THe Slytherin didn't seem to have noticed. Probably cuz of all that fat, she thought to herself, then began to giggle. She stopped when she saw that he was Crabbe, one of Malfoy's bunch. She then noticed Millicent Bullstrode, someone who she found to be a horrible bully.

Then, she noticed the Gryffindor stuck between them, unable to escape. She hated seeing one of her own house members being bullied, it made her feel horrible. She tried to shove Crabbe out of the way.

"Leave her alone," she said, trying to squeeze through a gap in the stairway. United we stand, divided we fall, she remembered, finally managing to get through. She looked at the bullies defiantly, almost looking for a challenge. This wasn't like her, but she had woken up on the wrong side of the bed this morning.

"If you're gonna call her that name ((I'm referring to when Millie called Lenora a mudblood)), you're gonna have to do the same to me," she said, whipping out her wand from her heavy bookbag. She looked at Millcent with a disgusted look at her face. How could anyone call someone a mudblood? And in these days, when being a half blood or less could get you killed if Voldemort wanted you to be. Kari was utterly disgusted. She just wished that those Slytherins knew what it felt like, to be ridiculed and bullied. Kari could feel something burning rising up inside of her, flames of anger and hatred.

"You know, I just hate it when you Slytherins go around picking on everyone and everything smaller than you. Of course," she said with a smirk, "there's got to be plenty smaller than Monsieur Crabbe and Madamoiselle Bullstrode here." she put her wand in her bag, deciding she probably would't need it. She was so angry at the moment that she would probably make glass shatter if she wanted to.

"By the way," she said, holding out her hand. "Before you decide to destroy me for standing up for my fellow Gryffindors, my name's Karissa, Kari for short."

[millicenbulstrode]

Millicent watched as an even smaller Gryffie came in defence of her friend spewing something about calling someone something; Millicent didn’t care. ((yes I got what she meant I'm just showing Millie's apathy )The little girl then dared tell them she hated it when Slytherins picked on people smaller than them and quipped that much was smaller then Vince. This girl too reached for a handshake and told Millicent her name. She rolled her eyes before laughing out loud and speaking to Vincent. “Did you hear that Vince? Sherrie actually believes that we care what her name is… That’s so cute, the little Gryffies have actually gone delusional. That’s two Gryffindors in one day who think I want to know their name; hey if another one does it you think I win a prize?” She said with a smirk before looking back at the little girl who had just joined them.

“I'm sorry sweet heart you must be lost. The Slytherins who care about your name and how you feel about their actions are currently locked away in the dungeons for loosing their minds; but if I see them I will be sure to let them know you said hi.” Millicent patronized her in a baby tone; punctuating her statement with another smirk.

[Chelle]

((sorry if I go into a rant about something, I'm not exactly in a great mood right now .)

Kari glared at Millicent.

"Don't call me sweetheart," she said. "That's exactly what I mean. You think that you guys rule the universe, but you know what? You don't. You're just ordinary people like the rest of us. You're just a lot more obnoxious." Kari thought of whacking Millicent with her Transfiguration textbook, then decided against it. "And just so you know, I'm not a baby, so you don't have to make cooing noises like that. You may want to save that for members of your own house, since you're more likely to find a baby there."

Kari looked from Crabbe to Millicent. She thought she would have seen a trace of surprise that she wasn't as daft as she looked, but she could see none. This, for some reason, just made her angrier, and made her begin to rant on about nothing in particular.

"All you Slytherins feel as if you're the best or something, but I know plenty of people who are better than you. Just so you know, being important doesn't mean that you have to bully everything in your path, it means not caring about bloodlines and geneology, and all that stuff. Take V-v... Oh who cares, VOLDEMORT, for example. He went and killed almost every single person who wasn't a pureblood, and then he went and got defeated by Harry Potter when Harry ws a baby. What does that tell you about power? It's worthless, unless you use it for GOOD." Kari took a deep breath and nearly collapsed. She had managed to get out all that pent up anger out of her, and now didn't really know what to do. She was, like her fellow Gryffindor, trapped. They were like the rabbits, and Crabbe and Millicent were the foxes.

"Uh-oh..." she whispered, realizing the trouble she was in.

[Vincent Crabbe Jr.]

Vincent grunted in surprise as a small midget came up to him and started to try to push past him. Eventually she managed to squeeze through, but she wasn't about to get out again. Now completely blocking the stairwell, he glared at the girl who had pushed past him, whoh he noted was now insulting him and Millicent. As though they were too stupid to have noticed their size. She was evidently too stupid to have taken in what it meant properly - that she was in big trouble. He watched with interest to see what Millicent would do. He hadn't watched her bullying tactics before. New bullying tactics were always helpful to pick up.

Vincent chuckled obligingly at Millicent's quip. They had two stupid Gryffindors completely trapped now. And they had both proved how stupid they were now. It was all very well being able to do spells first time, the Mudbloods might be able to do that, but they didn't seem to have any common sense whatsoever. They had just proved that by being so utterly reckless. That was the main trait of every Gryffindor. They were reckless, and so stubbornly stupid. Vincent felt almost intelligent in comparison to these two. Now it was just a matter of deciding what to do with them.

Vincent stared coolly at the Gryffindor, who was now going on again. He cracked his knuckles while he was waiting, before turning and looking to Millicent with a sni-gger. "Do you know, I agree with you completely. The Mudblood really has lost her mind. She thinks her opinions actually count for something, and that we have the time to stand here listening to them." He looked back to the two Gryffindors. "How do you propose we help these two younger students understand their position, Millie?" He was going to leave the brainwork up to her this time. At present, he couldn't think of anything that would convey to them the full meaning of the message of how worthless they were. He'd think of something though, eventually, and they'd remember.

((Sorry everyone, for the huge delay. I'm hoping to bring Vincent back part time now, I feel more in a posting mood again.))

[Chelle]

Kari gulped as Crabbe cracked his knuckles.

"Um, I'm really sorry, but, um, you're kinda blocking the way back down the stairs, ya know." Kari was now a bit nervous, but she was trying to hide that. Kari pulled her wand out.

"I know a few good spells, you know, so don't try anything. I could Banish both of you from here to your Slytherin dungeons where you belong." Kari waved her wand menacingly and a few sparks zapped out. "Dang thing, never works when I need it." Kari waved it and more sparks shot at her hand.

"Owie!" she gasped as she shook her hand exasperatingly. She was hoping to distract the two bullies. She looked over her shoulder and wondered if she could use the stair rail as a balancing beam. All the muggle ballet and gymnastics lessons she had taken, along with learning to interpret magic into her routines could get her out of this mess. Throw in the two weeks of karate lessons and she could make a clean getaway. But she couldn't leave Lenora with them, not unless she knew the same routine as Kari.

"Hmmm...." hummed Kari as she pulled herself onto the rail. She began to pull herself along it like a monkey, slowly edging past Vincent and down the stairs. She stuffed her wand over her ear and continued to edge along. She stood up and attempted to stand on Crabbe's shoulders. Before he could shake her off, however, she performed a levitatin charm on her self and floated in mid-air.

"Hey, this is kind of fun!" she did aspinning pirouette and grabbed hold of a hanging tapestry. She released the levitation spell and rested her feet on the other railing, using the tapestry as a handle.

[Vincent Crabbe Jr.]

Vincent smirked with slight amusement as the little Gryffindor did some kind of party trick. She looked a little like some mammal of lesser intelligence. Which was precisely what she was - she was a Mudblood. She looked almost as if she was trying to escape. How gallant! The brave Gryffindor who had come to stand up for her fellow housemember was trying to find the back-route out, and abandon the other Gryffindor. She was acting almost as though she were in Slytherin, apart from the fact that she was going about getting out of trouble in entirely the wrong way.

Vincent soon got slighty irked by the behaviour, though. The tapestry the Mudblood was using was signed with a name and a Slytherin crest, and the Mudblood was groping that crest. She had to be taught respect. Vincent was a tall seventeen year old, and so he only had to extend his height a little to grab hold of both of the younger girl's feet with his hands and bring her crashing down onto the stairs. He did so with glee, in a way that probably hurt the Mudblood rather, and restrained her with one of his feet. He drew his wand before she could make any further attempt to annoy him, and pointed it at her chest.
"Do you know, Millie," he said in his deep tones, "I'm getting rather tired of the arrogance of this particular Mudblood. Petrificus Totalus!"