Narcissa ran into the Ravenclaw at the door to the classroom. "Detention with the mudblood-lover, how positively endearing," she sneered, nose in the air. "Ladies first, whores last," she strode into the classroom not looking back.
"Hmmm, you must really be dumb, or lazy, because it's obvious you haven't checked your facts and don't know the definitions of the words you use. A virgin can't qualify as a whore, nor do I think you could qualify as a lady. Ladies are a bit more well mannered and graceful enough not to bump into people. Clutz might be a more apt description for you."
She laughed lightly. "My, my dear, are you playing backwards day? Surely you ran into me, because you are right, I am graceful." Narcissa perched herself upon a table and waited for the tiny professor to make his presence.
Crossing her legs, she asked, "So tell me, what's the gossip over at Gryffindorks'? Who did the mudblood sleep with now?"
Cecelia shook her head. Whatever. It wasn't worth wasting good banter on one who couldn't give it back. "You know. If you want to learn answers to your questions, you may want to take some lessons on tact and diplomacy. Calling my best friend names isn't going to persuade me to tell you anything at all. And why would you think I know what the gossip over in that house is anyway? Especially since it isn't mine."
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