[But Sirius is faster. He whips his gaze around as soon as the mud hits Sera--and he's on his feet, his wand out--
And he'll regret this later, probably, because later they're going to ask why he'd defended a mudblood, why he'd bothered, why he hadn't laughed--slumming it is all right, but you don't forget where you come from and who you are, no matter what--
But Sirius' temper is up, and he flicks his wand at them. He's clever, so even from a distance, the spell takes: mud, if they want mud, they've got it, up to their collective ankles, sloppy and black and sucking at their stockings.]
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And he'll regret this later, probably, because later they're going to ask why he'd defended a mudblood, why he'd bothered, why he hadn't laughed--slumming it is all right, but you don't forget where you come from and who you are, no matter what--
But Sirius' temper is up, and he flicks his wand at them. He's clever, so even from a distance, the spell takes: mud, if they want mud, they've got it, up to their collective ankles, sloppy and black and sucking at their stockings.]
Looking good, girls!