Pansy almost hurled when she spotted Flint and Bode.
The two were deep in a circle-jerk of compliments—Flint hyping Bode's "genius schemes," Bode sucking up to Flint's "leadership."
Mutual ego-stroking? Whatever. Pansy's from big money—seen it, done it.
But Bode's flowery-ass praise? Gag-worthy. Eleven-year-old Pansy was impressed—and nauseated.
Bode got cut off mid-sentence, still savoring his own words. Flint? Pissed—he was eating it up.
Flint sneered at Pansy. Remembered her as dead weight.
Plus, post-duel flop against Alice? Pansy started ghosting the Parkinson-Flint alliance. Burn.
Lately? Pansy's been thirsting at Draco Malfoy's Quidditch practice.
Malfoy money. Flint's mood soured.
"What you want?" Flint snarled.
Bode's eyes flicked—sus—but stayed quiet.
Pansy fake-guilty: "Couple times watching practice… couldn't help bragging tactics back in dorm."
"Alice Norton just stormed in—fuming. Says she's leaking all Slytherin Quidditch plays to Gryffindor. Y'all are done."
Flint shot up. Quidditch? Sacred.
"She already spill? To who? You see?"
Pansy wrung hands: "Dunno… she knows Harry Potter crew. Probably them."
Harry Potter.
Flint's face darkened. Rival, but talented.
Gotta stop her.
"Where they meeting?"
Pansy: "Saw Potter heading to our common room en route."
Bode clocked the hole—about to warn—but Flint barked:
"Bode, snag the Dean. Pansy and I bag 'em dirty!"
Wait.
Bode can't split from Flint—Pansy's brain screamed. Counter.
"Flint-senpai, that's Nott and Potter. Flitwick and McG rave about 'em. We two might flop."
"Let me grab Snape—you and Bode go!"
Flint eyed her—ego bruised. High-grade vs. firsties? Please.
But… professor essays from hell. Alice wrecking Pansy in duel. Confidence dip.
Plus "Chosen One"? Maybe not.
Flint glared at Bode—dude looked resistant. Gut screaming trap. But…
Flint's eyes: No debate. "Bode, with me. Nail 'em—I'll put in a good word!"
Who wants your clout?! This stinks!
Bode opened mouth—Pansy cut: "Senpais, I'm on Snape. Good luck!"
Zoom. Gone. No rebuttal time.
Flint dragged Bode—hustle to common room path. Flint cocky. Bode mute.
Pansy looped halls—stalling—then bee-lined for Snape. (Scouted earlier—he's out.)
Found him in Sprout's garden—harvesting.
Snape spotted Pansy—dread. Alice's roommate? Trouble.
Before she spoke—hand up. Shut it.
Stared into her eyes. 10 seconds. Fury. Teeth gritted:
"You… used my potion ingredients… as bait!"
Face thunder. Cape flap—bolt. Office doomed. (He knew Alice.)
Pansy smacked forehead. Told 'em—Snape's a Legilimens god!
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Harry gripped wand—nerves.
First planned wizard smackdown.
Flint charged. Alice? Iron Armor—soul-stamped. Tank mode.
She raised wand. Flint clocked the setup—too late. Wand up.
"Expelliarmus!"
Both. Alice's armor ate his.
Hers? Jackpot. Flint's wand flew to her hand.
Deja vu—Pansy duel 2.0. Alice smirked: "Same vibes as Pansy. Where's the superiority?"
Flint humiliated. Screamed at Bode: "You deaf?!"
Alice: "NOW!"
Harry, Hermione, Ron—ambush from hall ends. Wands up.
Trip Jinx. Binding Curse. Fog Charm.
Chaos. Fog blanketed. Visibility zero.
Alice grinned—real.
Wrist tattoo—All Souls Banner—scalding.
Dread Aura.
Dread Aura.
Dread Aura.
Merciless.
Snape burst in: office trashed.
Flint & Bode on floor—glazed, drooling. Out.