a makeover? no way!

[Sarah Eva Cooper]

` and i am a weapon
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School had just come back. Sarah was no longer a first year, but a second year. Walking into the school, she wanted to feel pride, but instead, she felt quite to opposite. Insult. Along with school coming back, some very bad news that would affect more than just the school came with it. Squibs were entering the school. Sarah couldn't help but wonder what exactly Dumbledore had been on when he made that stupid, thoughtless decision. Of course, Sarah had never thought much of the old man to begin with, but this was simply too much. Hogwarts was for magical people. Sarah came to Hogwarts to get away from the muggles, not to go meet some squibs. They couldn't do magic; how were they meant to fit in? If Sarah had the unfortunate opportunity of meeting one, as it was rather difficult, she had to admit, to tell them apart from the rest of the school, she would make the rest of their stay hell. She did not care how old they were, or if they even got sorted into Slytherin (she thought that the fact that some squibs got sorted into her house was simply insulting), she was determined not to get along with them. They did not fit into the school. They were not good enough for magic. Enough said?

It was the start of the year, and that was the only thing on Sarah's mind. In fact, it was the only thing on most peoples mind. Although, a fair few people had the attitude that they squibs deserved to be in the school just as much as everyone else, they were still talking about it. But whenever Sarah heard anyone having such a conversation, she would make a point that she did not agree with their words, which always seemed to shut them up. After her first year, she had gained a bit of a "tough girl" reputation which even a lot of the older students knew of, so not many people, with the weaker of personalities, made a point of disagreeing with her.

Anyway, as a form of getting her mind off of the filthy squibs, Sarah decided to go to the bathroom. To most people, that would probably sound silly, but Sarah didn't have a very good sense of humour. She wasn't usually one of those girls who were obsessive over her looks, but she still liked to look pretty. Along with her apparent "anti-social" behaviour, Sarah also had a reputation of being a bit of a looker, even at age twelve. She looked about fifteen, even though she hardly wore any makeup, and over the years, she had learnt to work with this image. Fashion certainly wasn't a passion of her's, so it wasn't something she thought of often, but in this case, Sarah saw it as a good way to take her mind off of those dirty creatures, and on to something a little more flattering. She just hoped that there wouldn't be any squibs in there, as standing in the same room as one, even if she wasn't aware of it, was more than she could handle. Sarah had never been the most tolerant person in the world.

"Stupid creatures," she muttered to herself as she made her way to the girls bathroom. Anyone who passed her could tell she wasn't in a good mood, and made a point of moving to the other side of the corridor as they passed her, in fear that she may punch them if they didn't. They may have been right. Sarah's feet made a loud noise each time they hit the ground, and her pace was fast. This was her way of attempting to eliminate any thoughts from her mind, as she knew they would be unpleasant. She tried to focus on walking to the bathroom; nothing else. The frustration came as she failed. She began to hate the squibs more and more, for making her so unhappy at that moment when she could be otherwise happy. She hated their very existance. But more than anything, she hated Dumbledore for brining them there.

Eventually, Sarah reached the girls bathroom; it was empty. She stood in front of one of the sinks, and stared into the mirror. Sarah didn't know why she had even thought that going to the bathroom would help; now she was there, she had no idea what to do with herself. If her parents would let her, she would have gone to argue with Dumbledore there and then. But apparently, her parents had told her, her education was more important that winning an argument, so she was to behave herself. Sarah didn't personally care for education, but she cared for her parents; they were probably her biggest weakness, little did anyone know.

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[Sarah Eva Cooper]

` and i am a weapon
A N D I T ' S N O T M Y F A U L T I T ' S

H O W I ' M P R O G R A M M E D T O F U N C T I O N

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From the expression on Sarah's face, it was very apparent that she was not happy. Even in the bathroom, where many girls were at their happiest. Sarah was never fussed about looks, especially at the mere age of twelve. Anyone who told her otherwise would simply recieve a dirty look from her direction, and she would never hear of it again. But she had come to the bathroom in hope that, for once, it would help her feel a little more relaxed. In contrast, it proved to do quite the opposite. Sarah had her wand out, attempting to use it to straighten her hair. Apparently, that was the look a lot of the girls were interested in, so she saw no harm in trying it for herself. However, the plan failed miserably. Her hair had been extremely knotty, which was usually the way she left it on those common days when she simply couldn't be bothered, and so with all the frustration she was feeling, straightening her hair seemed like an impossible task. Even more impossible, it turned out, when she was joined by company almost worse than the squibs.

Sarah did not know the girl well, but she knew she didn't like her. She was an older Gryffindor, but her age did not scare her in the slightest. In fact, the girl seemed scared of her. Now that was probably the biggest compliment she had ever recieved. Sarah figured that if straightening her hair couldn't make her happy, a conversation with this girl certainly would. She could already tell; it would be amusing. "You. Mud blood. What are you hiding from?" she asked, rudely. Obviously, Sarah considered her to be well below herself. If the girl wanted more respect, she should act more powerful, and perhaps be born into a better family. Sarah did not know her; her name or blood, but it did not matter in the least to her.

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[Sarah Eva Cooper]

` and i am a weapon
A N D I T ' S N O T M Y F A U L T I T ' S

H O W I ' M P R O G R A M M E D T O F U N C T I O N

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Sarah could hardly believe this girl. After she had basically gone out of her way to avoid her, she was completely denying ever doing so. Pathetic. Of course, she expected no more from her. It probably said a lot of bad things about her personality, as Sarah was enjoying these moments very much. "Oh really? Because it sure looks like it. And I'm twelve - like it matters. I could be three and I'd still be less pathetic than you." In Sarah's opinion, age was nothing when compared to personality, and by the look of things, this girl did not have a dominant personality at all. It was good that she didn't, or it would say a lot of bad things about her, coming from Slytherin. The last thing a Slytherin wanted was to be shown up by a Gryffindork. Besides, the girl was obviously desperate - why else would she have brought up age? She was obviously lacking the brains to come up with a better come back, which only motivated Sarah to go further. If she could bring this girl to tears, that would make her day. "So what was your name? Miss. Boring. Please, humour me." She could have done better there, but Sarah believed she had made her point. Boring was certainly one of the worse insults she would ever, hypathetically, recieve.

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