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[prudence]

Prudence walked alone down the corridor, the evidence of what would be a baby girl come April proceeding her. Though she wasn't due for a few more months she looked like she could give birth at any moment, likely owing to her short stature. Her seventeenth birthday was drawing closer, and thus she found she was putting less and less effort into her classes as she was still planning on leaving school. Though she couldn't bring herself to skip anything, no matter how tired she was and how much she still felt like vomiting throughout the day. Prudence sighed when a Slytherin boy stepped in front of her, she really didn't have the patience for this...

"Well, it looks like Prudence isn't such a prude after all," he said, his face contorting into a sneer. Prudence bit her lip, already frustrated, and adjusted the strap of her bag on her shoulder, really just wanting for him to leave her alone. She just wouldn't react and he would move on, just like always. "Just a regular old whore now, eh?" the boy commented, causing his friends behind him to snicker cruelly. She continued to stand still, not reacting, though she found she was lightly chewing on her tongue. "Just another stupid slut, serves you right for sleeping around, such a shame you'll miss out on the partying now. Gonna miss that?" he taunted obviously trying to get a reaction.

Amusingly enough, the Slytherin was now appearing frustrated that she wasn't responding to him, she could see the anger in his eyes. Prudence still remained defiantly silent and still, though she was beginning to grow increasingly upset. The boy then decided he would try a new approach. "Stupid slut," he breathed, inching closer so he was practically whispering in her ear. Prudence instinctively cringed, it reminded her of that summer. It almost made her want to break down crying, though there was another feeling in there, anger. "Mindless whore," he hissed, moving closer still, "bet you want me to show you a good time." Prudence found herself in horror as his hand moved toward her breast...

What happened next was a reaction so quick that Prudence hadn't thought it possible. In two seconds flat she had whipped out her wand and sent a nasty stinging hex that hit the boy dead on. He immediately hollered in pain, red marks sprang up all over his skin, and before she knew what was happening she was shouting. "I was raped! Do you think I wanted this? This! Isn't! My! Fault!" Prudence practically screamed, sending any hex she could think of at the cackling group. Except, they weren't laughing anymore. She watched, seething as they all ran away until she was left alone in the corridor.

Only after a moment of heavily breathing did the reality of what she had just done sink in. Prudence's eyes stung and she found her knees were trembling. But she couldn't take one more second of that. She ran a quick hand through her hair before leaning against the wall, trying to prevent her tears, she was really going to be in for it now...