Slytherin is going to the dogs.
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Kaiba, our shining prefect, representing our year and house. And how does he go about it? A small slight from Rabi and he hides in our room, a beaten dog, cowering from the stick shaken by an immature Gryffindor prat. Rukia and Atobe have to fight his battles because he's too weak to deal the blows himself. How did someone like this even get nominated prefect? I'd have done much better in his place.
And in DADA we had a splendid Kaiba show of bravery as well! Perhaps he thought I didn't notice. What do you fear so much, Kaiba? That you had to cower behind Rio and refuse to take your turn. We all faced our fears. But you... you fell to your knees like a child. You argued against me when I supported our housemate. Whose fault was it that Envy was hurt. Envy himself? Even if you defend Lupin we all know he was the adult. He was the one in charge of us, the boggart, and our safety while in his class. Or perhaps you are soft towards him because he let your cowardice slide and let your turn with the boggart pass?
Where do your loyalties truly lie, Kaiba?
I should be prefect.
Beneath my uncle's guidance I've learned to take suffering and humiliation with my carefully practiced mask of a smile in place, never cracking beneath pressure. I've learned dark spells few will ever know. I have the ambition and strength to lead. Why is it then Kaiba, that you have the position of power?
We will see if you can handle it. Even if I have to break you to realize this. ]