[hr][hr][center][h1][color=Orange]Fae Mintfree[/color][/h1][img]https://media2.giphy.com/media/gfTsImGj2fDZGDFl50/source.gif[/img][hr]
[color=orange][b]Location:[/b][/color] Train Hallway
[color=orange][b]Skills: [/b][/color]Physical Combat[/center][hr][hr]
As the two girls walked down the hallway of the train car, Fae raised her eyebrows at what Flame had mentioned, about games on screens. To her, it didn't sound like a wildly enjoyable experience. She always enjoyed games that got her blood flowing, and anything that could be played on a screen wouldn't do that. She suspected they'd more likely be games like wizard chess, a game which she couldn't ever manage to enjoy no matter how many times Maddy talked her into playing. Still, it was interesting, just another oddity that sprung up in the muggle world. When Flame asked her about the wizarding world, her face shifted to a more thoughtful expression.

[color=orange]"I mean, nothin' too interesting. The Hollyhead Harpies have been - Oh, wait, shite, yeah, there was the thing about the Deatheaters!"[/color] she said, coming to the realization that she'd completely forgotten the biggest piece of news of recent events. [color=orange]"A load of You-Know-Who's wastoid minions managed to get away from the Ministry. So if you see anyone dressed up in black with a bad vibe going on, go straight for the throat."[/color] The way she said it made it sound half like a joke, and half like an actual suggestion to deck anyone who looked sketchy. Then, as they walked down the hall, they saw a girl coming towards them, dark hair swept over her eye. Fae's first thought was, '[i]Hey, she's kind of cute in a bit of an emo way,[/i]' followed quickly by her second thought, '[i]Shite, that's one of Snyde's girls.[/i]' Her lips turned into a slight frown as she lifted her chin up. As the girl got closer, her frown turned into a small smirk.

[color=orange]"Oi, you're one of Snyde's girls, yeah?"[/color] Fae asked, an amused tone in her voice that suggested she wasn't looking for friendly conversation, but rather, looking to aggravate. [color=orange]"Your boss around?"[/color]

"What's your damage, Mintfree?" Ismelda scoffed, a large portion of her dark hair hanging in front of her face and obscuring her right eye. Fae pursed her lips, a tad bit surprised by the girl starting off the conversation on such an obvious negative note. 

[color=orange]"Sorry, I just thought you and all her other cronies were glued to her arsecheeks. I never knew you could go anywhere without her to lead the way."[/color] Fae remarked, a mischievous grin on her lips. There was no point in subtlety at that point. The other girl seemed content to be adversaries, and Fae felt no reason to deny her that.

"Whatever, you filthy little blood traitor. I'm surprised they let you back into Hogwarts - you're hardly a witch!" Ismelda sneered, before shoving past Fae, and then Elizabeth. "Mind where you're going, mudblood bitch," she said as she past the Slytherin girl.

Oftentimes, when people are upset or frustrated or angry, they revert back to their first language. Anyone who knew Fae knew that her first language wasn't English; it was violence. She turned around as the girl passed her and her friend, and she took a step forward, passing Flame. As she did, she looked down at Flame, a smile on her lips, though it was a smile that didn't match the rest of her face, with its flushed red cheeks and furious eyes.

[color=orange]"'Scuse me, luv,"[/color] she said as she sidled passed. By the time Fae came out on the other side of Elizabeth, Esmelda hadn't quite gotten out of arms reach. So, with another small step forward, Fae extended her arms outward, giving the girl a hard shove that caused her to stumble a bit down the hallway. [color=orange]"I'd 'ave saved the insults for a more open space, 'cause we're not the kind of people you want to be trapped in a box with."[/color]