Lucy wandered up to the Room of Requirement, after receiving a very odd note. She now clutched the note tightly in her hand. The note had read:


She wanted to know who X was. But really, she wanted to hear the update on the boy she had been crushing on. A mister Blossom Rose. She walked in, before shouting, "X? Who ever you are, I'm here, ready to hear the development!"

Jack could hear Lucy's foot steps coming. "Everyone SHH!" Everyone got in their places. He could hear that the bait was taken. He could see that the fire in everyone was burning and ready.

"X? Who ever you are, I'm here, ready to hear the development!"

"Wands ready, Emile get the door" Everyone got ready. Dessa and Emile behind Lucy, Jack and Lexi in front. There became a death stare between Lucy and everyone, each person she stared at in a different way. The group stood in a square, a meter apart from Lucy and ready to see what will happen next.

*I'll post right now but I won't have enough time to actively participate in this. Just FYI.*

Lexi watched Lucy take the bait, and she couldn't help but feel sorry for her fellow Gryfindor. After choosing to opt out of the actual revenge, she had watched anyways as Lucy found the note and went to the RoR. Because Lucy hadn't been to bitchy to her as of late, she actually found she enjoyed the girls dry humor and way of making friends, even if some people couldn't deal with it.

She hid behind one of the arches, eyes bright as Lucy walked into the RoR, unknowing, innocent. More or less. The door closed behind her and Lexi walked away, not wanting to be anywhere near here.

Dessa bounced on the balls of her feet antsily, her wand slippery in her sweaty grip. She gnawed on her lip and craned her neck. She felt cold all over, a sense of equal parts anticipation and dread descending upon her. The door began to creak open, and she had the sudden urge to hurl herself against it and shout for Lucy to go away, to leave before it was too late.

Where was this coming from? Lucy was mean. She punched people and said rude things for no reason and thought she was smarter than everyone else and wasn't afraid to tell them so. And yet Dessa couldn't help feeling that these were all traits that anyone else--she refused to think she, herself--might have, that they simply exercised in better moderation. Maybe Lucy was just lonely. Maybe what she really needed was someone to put up with her and show her that--

No! Shaking her head violently, curls bouncing, Dessa shifted so that she'd be behind Lucy when the Gryffindor entered the room, and tried to shove her contrarian thoughts aside. Lucy ought to pay for her behavior, and perhaps then they could all be friends. It wasn't like she wasn't going to be receiving what she dished out on a daily basis.

No time to back out now, anyway.

Emile barely even knew this girl.  She was in his house, but he never paid any attention to Lucy.  He was with these people to get 'revenge' on someone who had done nothing to him.  John nearly begged for Emile's involvement.  But he had said nothing about Lexi.  Emile would never in a million years team up with a girl like her, but he was wheedled into it. 

Was this girl all that bad that there had to be four of them against her?  Emile would probably school her in a duel or a brawl with his eyes closed.  She seemed like a tough kid who bullied people for enjoyment… for whatever reason she had.  He decided this was hardly necessary,  he gave John one of those 'you're an idiot' looks and unsheathed his wand.  He brandished it softly in his fingers, despite the obvious seriousness of the situation.  This was absolutely ridiculous in every way. 

What was Lucy supposed to do?  Was this meant to scare her away so she wouldn't bother them, or quit doing what she does best? 

"Lucy can we sit and talk?..All of us." Jack wanted Lucy to not do anything stupid and make her stop terrorizing everyone. " We don't really want revenge... just...well STOP HURTING EVERYONE!!!" Jack knew she didn't care right now and probably wanted to kick everyone's butts but if he could stop her from taunting and teasing the whole school then he would do his best to try.

"Let's review; almost everyone in school is afraid of you, you go looking for fights, and you get dentition all the time. Must I go on?"

Lucy stood there defensively, crossing her arms. "Stop hurting everyone? Really? Have I broken a bone?" Lucy scoffed. "No, see, this is what you do. You think you are brilliant. You think that we can sit down and chat like friends, if you have a plan do get revenge?" She raised one eyebrow. "See, I expected you to be smarter." She shrugged her shoulders. "We all can't get what we want."

"One, if people decide to fear me, than let them. Clearly, they don't have the guts to stand up for themselves." She counted two fingers. "Two, I fight to see if people will defend themselves. And they don't. So, all I'm doing is teaching them that they have to, or else they'll be pushed around for their whole life." She counted a third finger. "And lastly, why does it even matter to you if I get a detention? You only live once, so I may as well screw up now, before it becomes a bigger deal to screw up."

She turned her back on Jack. "Now, I'll be going, because honestly, I don't feel like busting your lip."

Jack saw right through her act. He knew she was outnumbered and was too afraid to face the 3. So he decided to get the real Lucy out. With a flick of his wand, Jack mumbled something and before Lucy could take another step, her hair began to lighten.  After a few moments she became a dirty blonde.

"We all have stuff to say to you, come stay for a while you dumb blonde." Jack felt bad saying this, he didn't like hurting people's feeling but he knew it was the only way to keep her here. He didn't smirk at her, just stood there with eyes glaring at her, he remembered this feeling at their last encounter except it was the other way around.

"Come at me bro" He knew she knew what he was thinking

"Oh, please!  You're ridiculous, John."  Emile thought Windell was more than overreacting, but he hadn't seen this girl in action.  "I have nothing to say to Lucy."  He stepped away from the trio, and stood next to the currently  blonde brunette.   John was a bit too over-the top with this.  If he was man enough, he'd go at her alone instead of herding together students to intimidate her.  Emile didn't bother to point it out.

He liked this girl already.  She had a thick head, but she was awfully stubborn and sassy.  It was comical, if anything. 

Two-on-two could have an interesting end, if Lucy knew a thing or two about dueling.  That is, unless Dessa backed down, in which case the little Hufflepuff would be finished in a snap.  "Come at me."  This time, when he raised his wand, it was gripped similarly to  the grip of a boa constricter crushing the breath out of its prey.  The only spells he'd need if this worked would be protego and flipendo.

Once Jack saw Emile walk over to comfort Lucy he felt torn. He wanted Lucy to stop being a jerk but didn't want to fight Emile. He knew Dessa didn't wanna go 2v2 on this so she was no help. For once in his life Jack felt alone, and stupid at the same time, he wasn't like this. So he did what he was taught to when torn.

"I'm done" He threw himself between the pair and left.


Jack is for now, out of this thread unless needed he'll be (supposedly) shamefully alone near the lake

Dessa grip on her wand slackened, and before she could think, she was barking with incredulous laughter. "Oh come ON!" she cried, sidling around to face the remaining two, and snickering for a second at Lucy's current blonde state. "We all get together, make some ridiculous plan, and this is what happens? Wow, we sure showed her."

Dessa took a step toward Lucy, ignoring the fact that she was at least an inch shorter, and shrugged noncommittally. "I suppose it doesn't matter to you. It would never occur to you that it hurts people when you push them around. That sure, people need to learn a lesson, but what makes you think you're qualified to teach it, Matthews?"

And now, she was blonde. Oh, great. Yes, this'd go over swimmingly. Then Jack bailed. Like, really? It was beginning to look like a good set up! They had a plan, and willpower, it was going to be so good! And she would have been proud too. So finally, Dessa spoke up. She smiled at her. "See Dessa? This is why I respect you. Because you don't back down from a situation, from a brilliant plan."

"And that is also a brilliant question. I am qualified, because if I don't do it, then who will? I know how to bring down the hammer, teach the lesson, but no one gets seriously injured." Lucy smiled. "I know it hurts people. But that is what teaches people. That feeling. The feeling of hopelessness. And that's why I challenge them more than once. I'm testing their skill." Lucy crossed her arms. "I applaud you Dessa. You are really standing up to me. Even when you're shorter. Even when you are unevenly matched." She smiled.

"Take notes, boys, because this is what I expect from a student." Her whole goal was to see how far Dessa would go.

Hot anger surged through Dessa, and she took another step towards Matthews, pasting a saccharine smile of her own across a face that would otherwise be jaw-shoved-forward in rage, and cocked an eyebrow. "Gosh Lucy, you're right. Unevenly matched.  Although I'm sure if you really put your inflated mind to it, you can get in maybe one good hit before I put you on the ground." Her voice dripped with sugar, barely masking an undercurrent that ran with challenge. Dessa wasn't sure whether this was an empty threat. In this moment, she felt that she could in fact take Lucy- and the girl certainly deserved it, there was no question about that. Somewhere along the line she'd gotten a far overlarge sense of self-importance, and someone had to knock it out of her.

In Muggle school, Dessa fought often. It was rarely serious, usually just fooling around that was misconstrued, but she still had that fire in her, and it was times like these that she felt it for real, licking at the inside of her throat curling her hands into fists, wand forgotten.

Still, Dessa knew Lucy's game. She liked to get a rise out of people, and if she could help it, Dessa would avoid giving her the satisfaction. "It's a shame that you're so taken with me though. Cause you see, try as I might, I just really...don't...like you." She stretched the last bit out like taffy, shrugging in a "what're you gonna do" sort of way.

Lucy watched as Dessa slowly bubbled into anger. This was her favorite thing to watch. She loved to taunt people, knowing that they'd get all defensive, and all nervous. Not Dessa though. Dessa converted that anger straight to rage, and could actually make a nice attempt at a personal attack. She had guts, something that it seemed no one had anymore.

"Gosh Lucy, you're right. Unevenly matched.  Although I'm sure if you really put your inflated mind to it, you can get in maybe one good hit before I put you on the ground."

Inflated? Inflated? Lucy began to fire up. This sounded like a challenge. Excellent. This whole original plan was a total bust, but now, she was back in action. "Oh, I'm sorry, are you talking to me? Because you see, you made it seem like it was maybe possible for you to beat me in a fight. That's what I'm confused about."

Lucy took out her wand, gripping it tightly. She twirled it in her fingers. "Look, what your saying is that you want to fight." She scoffed. "Who am I to deny someone like you that pleasure?" She readied herself in a defensive stance. "Well then. Let's tango."

Dessa watched Lucy's face contort--taking the brunt of a verbal blow--and then rapidly smooth back into patronizing self-assurance, and felt a savage sense of satisfaction. She knew that Lucy had been hoping that she would crumble, or cry, or run away. Too bad--if it was a wimp she was looking for, she'd come to the wrong girl. Dessa Share did not back down--not even, a little voice in her head that she steadfastly ignored reminded her, when she really ought to.

She could tell from the way that Lucy fidgeted with her wand that she was expecting a magical confrontation. She had to admire, however grudgingly, the way Matthews danced the wand across her fingers, all part of an elaborate and careful facade of self-confidence, one designed to intimidate. And it was generally effective.

Not right now, however. Brandishing her own wand, Dessa took a step closer. They were nearly toe to toe, with the curly haired Gryffindor clearly shorter, and yet she didn't feel looked down upon. Glaring into Lucy's eyes, she never broke eye contact as she pulled her fist suddenly back and sunk it into the girl's stomach.