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‘You are just a dirty Mudblood, Skywalker. That’s who you are.’
The girl is older, quite tall with heavy makeup and a bold head. She is the most hideous thing attending Hogwarts he has ever seen, and it was a real challenge to beat the house elves when it came to beauty. Anakin doesn’t want to waste time on her. In best case scenario that would cost him house points. In the worse - he would be benched during the Quidditch game tomorrow. He decides to ignore her and continues walking.
‘Your mother died just thinking she was the one to spit out such a loser like you.’
And that was just one word too many.
He grabs his wand without thinking, doing it so fast that someone, who would not be expecting it, wouldn't stand a chance to protect themselves. But she knew from the very beginning where this conversation was headed.
‘Expulso,’ he snarls and swings his hand.
Asajj parries, expecting nothing less from him. What she did not foresee was the kick in the guts that follows the spell, sending her flying. She slams against the stone wall breathlessly.
Anakin moves quickly. Moments later he stands right in front of the girl. He is furious - the way she liked him best.
‘Don’t ever.’
Sectumsepmra.
‘Speak about.’
Densaugeo.
‘My mother.’
Obi-Wan appears in the corridor just to see two familiar figures. Students - one, lying in a pool of blood, and the other furiously casting spells.
‘Anakin, that is enough!’