Aw, sweetheart, they’re not so bad. People are actually kind of fun, very complex.
"I personally find people to be rather vile, pointless creatures. Not all but a lot of them. Maybe I just don’t understand them."
You must be bloody joking, Vance. You’re not only threatening me, but you’re practically admitting your connections to the Death Eaters. [Marlene let out a laugh, shaking her head at the ridiculousness of the situation. Her right hand gripped her wand tightly while her left balled into a tight fist, prepared to sink into the woman’s face should need be. At her challenge, the girl licked her lips and smiled, still unable to believe the scene going on in front of her.] Pussy. You’re a fucking pussy, Vance. You go around calling us hypocrites and defending the people we’re supposed to be fighting against, and you expect us to trust you? Then you can’t even face me in an argument? Stop acting like a bloody child. From what I recall, I’m the one that’s still in school. So yeah, Vance, you’re a pussy. I’d suggest working on that.
"Go to hello, McKinnon. I don’t have to grow up and I did not admit any affiliation. I am out of here and next time you call someone a pussy, might be the last time you enjoy your pumpkin juice. And don’t you dare lift that fist against me."
Tsk, don’t be so mean! There are lovely people around. And if not lovely, then silly and slow enough to take advantage of.
"Fine, I’ll give you that. I guess I am just not a people person."
Right, not even man enough to finish an argument you started. [She scoffed, looking the witch up and down, a bitter sneer tugging at the corners of her lips.] Pussy. [Marlene shot Emmeline one final, half-hearted glare before turning on the ball of her foot and walking away, still a bit riled up from her speech.]
"Do you really think it’s such a wise choice to call someone you accuse of affiliation with murderers a pussy? I don’t think so and I am so tired of everyone acting like they are so much better than them. You are nothing but them with flowers, less violent and with a much different target.” She pulled out her wand. “Go ahead and call me a pussy again?”
I suppose so, yes.If you can manage it, perhaps we should keep in touch?
"Maybe we should. It’s so hard to find decent people around here."
Oh, stop with the dramatics, Vance. I don’t really give a shite how often you feel pain, because here’s a little newsflash for you—we all feel it just as brutally and just as often. And honestly, you’re what, a one out of fifty chance that you’d turn out decent? Bloody hell, woman, get a grip. This is war we are talking about. There is no time for second chances or doubting the facts that have piled up. Slytherins, in general, produce more Death Eaters than any other house. They’re also the house that was founded by Salazar Slytherin, who left Hogwarts in a hissy fit because the other founders were allowing muggleborns to practice magic—magic that otherwise would’ve remained dormant and untrained until it would’ve caused a massive catastrophe. Call me a hypocrite all you want, but I don’t see Ravenclaws or Hufflepuffs torturing muggleborns for being born into a nonmagical family. And that team that I supposedly think is made of evil, vile creatures? Let’s list some of the members, shall we? Evan Rosier, beater, tortured some poor little Hufflepuff fifth year and left her traumatized just last month. Taurus Avery, seeker, put my mate James in the hospital wing and threatened to slowly remove the skin from my body and watch my blood drip down as I scream. Vincent Mulciber, beater, tortured our lovely fellow Order member with the Cruciatus Curse so that she now has nightmares daily, and her own room in the hospital wing. Best part? That’s three out of the seven members, a good almost half of the team of monsters we’re playing against.
So no, your little lecture has no affect on me, because I’ve had enough first hand experience with the people you’re defending to know that every time you seen someone wearing green and silver, you best grasp your wand, because you never know which one of them will hex you until you scream. Now I’d suggest you stop trying to change my ways, because as far as I’m concerned, all of you snakes are venomous until proven otherwise.
"I have somewhere else to be so if you’ll excuse me."
Alastor took a deep breath through his nose, reigning in his temper as he did, though his face was still set, hard. Her words didn’t stir him at all. He’d had ages to stew over this and none of this was anything he hadn’t heard from the headmaster in her defense. But he was a stubborn man and he knew what he believed in. “Should I throw you a pity party? Is that what you want?” The words came out harsher than he intended, but they were out and he didn’t stop them.
"Parents or not, they tortureed and killed people. You just let that stand. And you still use that excuse? ‘I was practically a child.’ Is that what you tell yourself to make yourself feel better? Because people have died and been killed because you didn’t speak up. This is war. People have to grow up fast. And learn right from wrong. You needed them out of the way to even think about doing anything? Do you see some of the people we have? We have 17 year olds fighting for the Order. We have traitors and spies scampering around everywhere."
Emmeline just stared at him; not his eyes no, just his chest as if she wondered if the man in front of her possessed a heart at all. Nothing, in that moment, could have hurt more than the way Alastor spoke with her. The words felt much harsher than any of the ones she had thrown her way everyday. In many ways, the witch often wondered how she wasn’t used to the opinions of others and every so often she found herself asking for a reason why she cared about them at all. In all honesty, Emmeline felt lonely. She could be in a room full of people and yet, despite not being alone the loneliness that surrounded her hurt more than most would guess. And she kept it inside, wondered what was going on and if it would ever stop even though she knew the answer.
A sudden move and the witch found herself staring into his eyes; eyes that she loathed in that moment. “You don’t know a thing! You know facts, what you want to believe! That’s all you can see and there it ends. You are no better than them! You are full of prejudice, stubborn and just as biased as they are. They think people are scum if they do not match their wishes and you think that people like me, who happen to be related with them or share a house, are just like them. You are a hypocrite, Moody. Nothing but that. A bloody brilliant hypocrite who knows nothing outside those bloody walls you’ve build up. I won’t let you blame me for anything that happened. I was a child, I was scared. Do you think I knew how to leave that house as a child? Should I have told a muggle that my parents were hurting people? Should I have gotten them killed too? What did you want me to do? Tell someone in Hogwarts what they were up to? I had to watch people that I cared about die in front of me without having the chance to do anything about it.” She chuckled bitterly, knowing that from all she knew, Alastor Moody wouldn’t even blink and bother thinking about caring.
A long pause followed in which Emmeline said nothing, breathing heavily as the anger bubbled to the surface. “Have you made it your mission to let your hypocrisy make my life a living hell? I ran from them to join the Order and apart from the fact that this seems a lot less like deadly prejudice, it’s the same. I am working with people that think I am worth nothing and you seriously compare me to seventeen year olds? I joined when I was seveneteen… well, eighteen! I was their age, dammit.” Emmeline shook her head. The witch didn’t know what was left to be said. She could have shouted all she wanted, it wouldn’t matter. Apart from Albus Dumbledore, there wasn’t a single soul in the Order that thought she belonged there and no matter what she would do to prove them wrong, it would have about the impact of a dust corn on a dusty floor.
Yeah, well, perhaps you lot have sort of made a bad name for yourself, right? I mean, I don’t think being home to the most Death Eaters and pureblood elitists is really the best thing to brag about on your house’s resumé. Plus, there’s the fact that most of you bloody snakes walk around as if you’ve got a 15 inch wand up your arse, sticking your nose up and hexing anyone who looks at you a bit funny. Basically, I’m pretty sure the other houses have good reason to be a wee bit distrustful of Slytherins, given that history tends to repeat itself.
Well, there is one upside, at least. Not many people will be too disappointed when we kick their arse on match day. S’a pity that you have to be affiliated with the losers, yeah? I’ll make sure to send you a box of chocolates, to help ease the pain a bit.
"Don’t bother. If you would have sent me chocolate everytime there’d have been just an inkling of pain, you’d be sending chocolate for the rest of your life, Marlene. I am not affiliated with anyone but people that can stop being judgmental and can accept and you aren’t one of those. Hardly anyone is. You are a hypocrite, that’s all and that is why I will be hoping that the team that you think is mad of nothing but evil, vile creatures, will kick your ass."
"Why not? The contacts in the ministry have to be good for something, right?"