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<<That's not quite ladylike!>> McGonnagal spat severally.
You know when you live in a world, where women are supposed to be elegant..and fragile...and..beautiful and pure...and educated...and smart..and controlled..and this, and that? Well Ezra Saville knew exactly how it felt, because all her life she was reminded how not feminine she was; not on the physical appearance, (not once the Slytherin boys missed to remind her that) It was in her manners. She wasn't a total boor but at the same time she wasnt exactly the epitetome of elegance.
It was always the subject of discussion how she didn't care about how harsh she would sound, or how loud, when she was insulting someone. Or how she would sit and eat and talk and... everything that she did.
<<Not my problem actually.>> her posh accent coming out, clinically.
Not just at school of course, even at home there was a heavy pressure on following the etiquette; Alicia Del La Croix taught ballet at young witches and she wanted her little and favorite child to be the resemblance of elegance. Bunch of bullshit, she always thought. That's why every chance they got, they would fight over every little thing like: the clothes she wore, the boys she liked..as if that was what was more important.
<<Miss!>> the professor said, not really surprised. <<If you keep going like this, I don't know how much i can help you!>> ..or forgive and forget.
Ezra snapped her eyes up, and slammed her book shut. Her copy of The Portrait Of Dorian Gray suffered immensely. <<Let me ask, exactly, Mrs. McGonnagal when did I ask for help? And for what?>> the girl was trying her best to not insult the only professor she actually liked. She didn't need help, or approval, from anyone. Ezra didn't do anything..wrong.
Minerva sighed, It wasn't her first time either. She knew the girl. But she was her professor, her mentor, so she had to make her understand her mistakes.
<<You cannot go around and harm other students. And then think I would not lecture you about violence, Miss Seville.>>
The girl took a deep breath, reminding herself why she was in the transformation class at that hour and plopped again on the chair. Feeling that shutting up was wiser. She knew better than making a fool of herself.
<<I had to ask Miss Junior personally to not call her father, who's an important wizard in the ministry of magic, by the way.>> Minerva said, feeling her temples explode. Satin Junior, was a Slytherin (and a skank), who was talking not really nicely about Ezra in the girl's bathroom with other girls. Not very feminist and supportive, like her campaign for the empowering for witches she did last year! But she was in one of the toilet's, and when she got out she hit her with her head. Almost knocking the snake unconscious.
<<You're right.>> Ezra said. I should've hit her harder so she would've shut up, she thought. McGonnagal raised her brows, quite surprised. <<I shouldn't have. But she should've closed that fucking mouth of hers, speaking so poorly of others, like she's some kind of royalty!>> and with that she stood up again, chin raised. The transfiguration professor took a deep breath, she wasn't going to back down..and she was right for some points.
<<MISS SEVILLE. WHAT IS THAT LANGUAGE?!>> McGonnagall shouted, almost loosing her composure. <<HOW DARE YOU SPEAK TO ME IN THAT MANNER?>> She knew it wasn't towards her, but she couldn't let her students forget who she was.
Ezra nodded and sat straight up like her mother taught her.
<<I deeply apologise for my words, Professor. You are right, i've completely forgotten my manners, because of my anger, and i ask you to forgive me. It won't happen again. Although i do not condone people speaking about me in such a way! Never.>>
The two women looked each other in the eyes, both tired from the discussion. It wouldn't be the last rodeo, they knew that. <<May i be excused?>> her belly was rumbling and it was almost eight-thirty in the evening. <<Sure.>> the professor sighed, and the girl was already making her way.
The four boys, sat a few tables away got up as well. <<No no, you sit down immediately.>> Potter, Black, Lupin and Pettigrew saw all the show. And the black haired one didn't take his eyes off of her for one millisecond. Quite fragile and beautiful that one, he thought to himself watching her walk away.
<<Now, boys, let's talk about how you managed to make the poor divination professor, get stuck in a crystal ball.>>
