As soon as the words "Gryffindor Quidditch Team" were uttered, Mimosa knew. How could she not when the young witch made it her business to know everyone who played and was benched on the Hogwarts teams? An image of the boy came to mind, handsome, friendly, he had once seen her dejected face after a practice in which her own team refused to include her and patted her on the head.
"Smile little midget, what's got you so down?"
He hadn't stopped to hear an answer, simply guffawed with his fellow teammates and continued on his way. To think he would... To think he could ever treat Silky... Rage bubbled inside the tiny Slytherin. Rage red hot and unfamiliar but rage that demanded notice.
People could not be something on the outside and something else on the inside, Mimosa knew that for certain. So this boy must be bad both outside and in. And there was only one way to deal with bad people, face them head on.
So when Sterling asked her if she knew who the culprit was, Mimosa closed her mouth, her blue eyes frantically scanning the room. For a moment, she looked just like the elves who were forbidden to say his name but unlike those creatures, Mimosa Harrington was not confined to the kitchen.
So without another word to anyone, the ten year old witch whirled around and fled through the kitchen door, her long brown hair flyng behind her as she ran to the one person she knew who could help her...
Dia...
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