Upstairs girls' toilet - during Transfiguration
Chelsea burst into the the girls' bathroom, splattered in black ink and soot down to her waist. Relieved that no one else was there, she went to the sink to wash her hands. She turned the faucet on warm with her left hand because her wand hand was filthy.
When her face and hands were clean, Chelsea realized - she didn't have her wand! She had had it when she had fled from Transiguration, but she didn't have it now. Where could it be? She had no idea how she would manage to get all the black gunk off her new shirt without magic. It probably wouldn't come out. Supressing a sob, Chelsea turned off the faucet.
She had disgraced herself in Transfiguration - her favorite class - lost her wand, and now her new shirt was ruined. Chelsea decided to get back to her dorm as fast as she could without being seen, change clothes, and then...she didn't know what.
Narcissa came trampling into the upstairs girl bathroom. She nearly laughed out loud at what she saw. Chelsea Thompson stood by the sinks, simply COVERED in soot. Life, was, good.
"Tsk tsk, Chelsea. Did they expel you and make you work as the chimney sweep?"
WHER was a camera when she needed one?
Chelsea
Chelsea's usually blond head whipped around at the sound of Narcissa's voice. Why, of all people, did it have to be her? Chelsea had always hated Narcissa, and knew that Narcissa had always hated her.
Eyes narrowed, tone deadly, Chelsea hissed, "What are you doing here, Black? I thought you were in Transfiguration."
Narcissa
Narcissa snorted, "Am I not allowed to take a bathroom break?"
She walked coolly over to the sinks and began to prim herself in the mirror, "And haven't you ever heard 'don't play with matches'? Because you look as if someone tried to burn you alive. Not that I can blame them....."
Chelsea
What could be seen of Chelsea's face was red with fury. She clenched her fists, trying to think of a good comeback while Black calmly poked at her hair in front of the mirror.
Narcissa
Narcissa smiled at her reflection. There was no denying that she was quite an attractive girl. After deciding that her hair was alright, she turned back to Chelsea with a smirk, "Or maybe this is how you look everyday--and you simply cover it up with makeup. Is that what you're doing in here?"
Chelsea
That was the last straw. Chelsea took two quick strides and her hand flew back. SMACK! Narcissa's jaw dropped and her fingers reached up to touch the smarting cheek. Chelsea, shocked at her own daring, took a step back and felt something under her foot. Reaching down, she found it was Narcissa's wand - it must have slipped out of the Slytherin's sleeve.
Without thinking, Chelsea brought the wand up to point squarely at Narcissa's chest, and shouted,
"Sessofrass!"
Narcissa choked and grasped her throat as a long snake began slowly and sickeningly to slide from her mouth. Chelsea shuddered.
Narcissa coughed and sputtered and gaped at the enormous snake that had just came from her throat. That was it. Tompkins was going to pay for that.
Her cheek still stinging from the unexpected slap, she quickly snatched her wand back from Chelsea and aimed it at her head. Opening her mouth to shout some random curse--she suddenly stopped herself.
Chelsea had resorted to violence against a prefect. She could get expelled for that.
"Chelsea, follow me. As a prefect I am allowed to report students to the headmaster if they strictly break the rules. Lets go. NOW."
Narcissa fixed her with a stare of utter hate. Chelsea Tompkins had just undone Lily Evans on her hate scale. She had found her new mortal enemy.
Feeling as though she should handcuff her blonde rival, yet reluctent to get too close to her (the slap had done a number on her nerves) she nodded her head towards the door.
This is going to be good.
But Chelsea didn't move. Her eyes were fixed on the large snake that was now on the floor, slithering towards her. She opened her mouth to scream - but nothing came out. Finally Chelsea forced her legs to move. She turned and ran, almost bowling Narcissa over in her haste, and fled from the bathroom.
Chelsea stopped and turned, smiled hugely at the Slytherin girl and replied just as coolly, "Prefects cannot deduct house points, didn't you know?" then turned on her heel and strode out of the room.
Arwen
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