House: Horned Serpent

Task: Care of Magical Creatures

Extra Credit Task - Status: Intelligent magical creatures are held below Humans. After studying these creatures, why do you think these magical creatures are held in their status? How may magic affect their status? Do you think these magical creatures deserve rights? Write about someone fighting for their, or someone else's, rights.

WC: 359

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"It ain't fair, Teenie."

Queenie's words were drowned out by the roar of water cascading through the pipes, the characteristic scent of copper filling the air for a moment before Tina uncorked her patchouli scented soap.

"Tina! It ain't fair!" Queenie yelled through the door, before pressing her ear to the wood, trying to hear her sister's reply. All that greeted her was the soft sound of water lapping against the side of the bath — reminding Queenie of a rare trip to the seaside when their parents had still been alive, the warm, gritty sand beneath her toes and squeaking between her teeth as they ate lunch.

She tasted salt, and realised she was crying. Her tears sparked a fresh wave of fury, warm behind her eyes and coiling around her throat, stealing her breath and trapping her words.

Queenie angrily scrubbed at her eyes — betrayed by her traitorous body as they continued to roll down her cheeks. She wanted to march into Mr Graves office — spartan like the man himself — and… and…

Gently, she pushed her thoughts towards Tina's and felt a cold rage like her own, felt the beat of words in her temples like a heartbeat: it's not fair, it's not fair, it's not, it's not—

Queenie stepped away from the door, knees weak as her anger left here, leaving her empty. Her feet scuffed against the floorboards as she made her way into the kitchen, running a hand along the wallpaper to steady herself.

She tried to lose herself in the familiar motions of making hot chocolate, but found her thoughts returning to the tangled snarl of anger just down the hallway. Queenie could lose herself in Tina's misery, or she could send her thoughts out into the world — lose herself in other people's minds and their rage, pass unknown hours until this was over. But she didn't want that, it wouldn't be fair after all.

Tina emerged as Queenie finished off the hot chocolates, kissing her temple before taking a sip.

"I'll raise it tomorrow," she said, squeezing Queenie's free hand, "I'm not out of this fight yet."