Some Staircase

Holly sat down on one of the steps, her face in her arms, openly sobbing. She'd sniff loudly whenever the staircase would move.

Antonio was suddenly next to her. "What happened?" he said while sitting down.

"S-selia!" she wailed, sniffing, as the staircase jolted again. "S-she said that she wanted to talk to me more, and then she randomly started cursing cause I said no, and she kept calling me a biiiitch! So I-I tried to p-petrify her, and she kept cursing me out, and she said I showed my breasts off too much and that F-fry, and other guys, only l-liked me for my cheeeest!"

"That Selia again? Gosh, what is wrong with this world, hmm? I feel terrible for you. You're not a bitch, and you don't show off your breasts. Hey, Holly. You shouldn't worry about that mudblood anymore. He's gone from this school, right?" He asked, eying her.

Holly sniffed, but hesitated when responding to Antonio's question. She avoided his eyes when she murmured, "Uh, yeah. Fry didn't come back to Hogwarts this year. I don't think so, anyway..."

Antonio nodded slowly. "Hmm..."

"What?" Holly asked, looking up at him with big, blue eyes. She wiped away the tears on her cheeks, and sniffed again.

"You may not show off your breasts, but. A lot of guys look at them. You can't really help it, it's just natural for us to look at something that big."

Holly sighed, and looked off in a different direction. "Then, I might as well do what Selia says and get them removed, if it's all guys see in me."

Antonio smirked at her. "I doubt that all guys look at you that way. And why would you get them removed? That's pathetic. I wouldn't get my penis removed for it's size."

"Yeah, but you don't have the problem of people staring at that, and that being the first thing anyone recognizes about you, do you? It's terrible!" She sniffled again, hugging her knees to her chest.

That's true. I have like, none. So I can't relate to you. 83

"No! Maybe just wear baggier shirts." Antonio replied encouragingly.

"I already do!" Holly exclaimed.

"Oh. Those are baggy?" Antonio asked dumbly.

"No, this is my school uniform." Holly smacked her hand to her face. "I meant besides my uniform."

"I've seen you not in your school uniform. Those shirts are baggy?"

"You don't see me outside of school very often."

"On the weekends at school."

"True. And, not all of my clothes are baggy. But I do have some sweatshirts that are baggy..."

"I always thought your clothes were tight. Must be the size of your boobs."

Holly's face turned red. She looked away. "You're not helping. At all. Just leave me alone."

"Yeah next time you burst into tears do it in the common room."

"Whatever." With that, Holly stood up, and left the staircase.

Olivia was leaning against the railing, observing a pair of lovesick third years standing a few flights below. How disgusting. At their age, they should have been off studying or something. Or in class. Wait, classes were over for the day. Until Astronomy. Then, they should have been studying. Yes.

Actually, our adjective noun had been feeling rather lonely as of late. There was some strange phenomenon - nobody she knew had been in a single class of hers that day. Except for Amanda, she popped up once or twice. But then, who was there besides her bespectacled lez option? Kelsi and Robin were long gone - likely dead - and Rachel was probably with whoever that other redhead girl was. There would be no any point in talking to Serenity; she'd only press for information about Angel.

Homework? Pah. Hypocrite she was, Olivia had never been one to do homework. You should know this by now, it's been almost seven years, right? She wasn't feeling up to writing letters either. There wouldn't be anything to say, either. Nothing had happened worth mentioning. Oh, she'd killed a fly the other day, would that count? That poor fly. All it wanted was a crumb of her morning slightly-burnt toast and marmalade. Said marmalade was nose-wrinklingly bitter. The house elves must have switched recipes. If it was the same on Friday, she would switch to grape jelly. Despite hating grapes in any shape or form. Sour little buggers.

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