hi guys! I haven't given up on 'We Are Alive If Others Remember Us' It's just taking me a little while to write the next chapter. A tumblr post on facebook was the inspiration for this so I had to write. Creds to them and JK of course! - CO x

Mudblood. I'll give him Mudblood. That dirty, slimy, hooked-nose grease ball. Sure it had been three days since Snape had crossed the line and said the worst insult imaginable but I was not going to let it go. The whole way back to King's Cross on the train I'd been stewing in silence trying to figure out my revenge. Sure I didn't want to hurt Sev, just do enough to remind him that he'd never be my friend ever again. Now, in the passenger street of my dad's Mustang, I chewed my thumb nail and glared out the window as the capital city blurred by. It was a long drive all the way back to Cokeworth and I was too tense from all my stewing to really relax and have a nap. However, by the time we'd reached the junction for Reading my eye lids were feeling heavy and had drooped closed before Newbury.

"Lils" my Dad shook my shoulder to wake me up. My eyes flickered open so I could see the familiar blossom tree in the front garden of my house. Somehow I'd managed to sleep for a majority of the journey, which my neck was now feeling – it cracked a bit as I tried to loosen the muscles.

"Come on pumpkin time to get your trunk unpacked and you settled back in" Dad said as he carried the trunk into the house. I followed in after him and trooped upstairs before flopping onto my bed. I lead there, staring at the plain white ceiling of my bedroom for five minutes, when I finally found the energy to get back up and unpack my trunk. I tipped the whole thing out onto my bed and then sorted what need to be washed, repaired and put away. Most of the clothes needed to be washed so the unpacking went relatively quickly. My desk very quickly filled up with all my books, quills and ink pots and was soon over flowing – I had no idea how many I had!

When I had finished I flopped back onto my bed. I hadn't realised how tiring travelling and tidying was! My belly was just beginning to rumble when Dad shouted that dinner was ready. I skipped out of my bedroom and collided with Petunia on the landing.

"For God's sake do you ever look where you're going or are you always wrapped up in that big head of yours?" She sneered and stomped down the stairs in front of me. I'd learnt to ignore pretty much everything my big sister says to me these days. By the time I got to the kitchen Dad had laid the food out on the table and was already tucking in so I quickly sat down and pulled my plate closer.

"Right girls we need to go food shopping tomorrow" he said between mouthfuls "so if you could both write down meal suggestions and anything else you want in the note pad by the phone before you go to bed, that would be a big help". Petunia said nothing and I nodded as my mouth was full of food. When the plates were cleared and washed I went over to the notepad and pen Dad had indicated to; I needed my chocolate milk! I scribbled it at the bottom of the list and I suddenly realised how odd it felt to be writing with a biro and not a quill. It had been ages since I'd written with a muggle pen as I store all my quills in my room where I write my letters. There was no tickle of the feather as I meant close to the paper just the clean sweep of the ink flowing smoothly.

And then I realised exactly how I could inflict my revenge on Severus, give him that constant reminder that I was a muggleborn. My quills were not coming back to Hogwarts with me next year.

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