My Group discussion

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Quin is roaming around in the school books section, glancing at the shelves.

Bronte was sitting at a desk, bored out of her mind. She began to plan her next prank.

Quin walks past her, just barely glancing at her. She picks up a random book on the shelf. ((Sorry that took a so long, my mom was talking to me))

((lol that's okay :D))
Bronte glanced at the Ravenclaw girl. Perfect. A victim. She glanced at her backpack to see her supplies. What pranks could she pull off with just what was in there?

Salem walked into the library, almost entirely ignoring the two girls that were already there.

Quin glanced at Salem, too. Great. A bunch of gryffindoors, she thought. Then she smiled a bit.

Bee blew a bubble with her gum. All she really needed was her wand. She pointed it under the table at Quin, and her book fell to the floor.

Quin looked up, startled. She glared around, trying to figure out who had done it, but wasn’t sure which person it was.
“Very funny.” She muttered, picking up the book.

Bee snorted under her breath. She flicked her wand again, and it fell out of her hands. She grabbed her homework and pretended to work on it.

Quin had heard the snort, and turned towards her.
“You know, you can only do that so many times.” She scoffed.

Bee tilted her head innocently. "Do what?" she said, tucking her wand into her backpack. "I'm just doing my homework."

“I’m a prefect, you know.” Quin pointed at her badge.

Bee giggled. "Ooh, you are? How important and scary." She pretended to curtsy. "I am deeply sorry, your Honor."

Quin ignored her. She put the book back on the shelf.
Don’t retaliate. Don’t retaliate. Don’t retaliate. She thought over and over.

(Sorry about that. Parents.)

Salem had finally started to pay attention, and realized there was a bit of an argument happening. "Are you two having a beauty contest?" They asked.

Bee crossed her arms. "Aren't you a little mad?" She grabbed her wand and twirled it, and the book fell off the shelf and hit Quin on the head.

Quin looked towards Salem, ignoring the book, and Bee.
“A bit,” She said loudly.

"Personally, I'd vote for neither." They added, grabbing a book.

“That’s encouraging.” Quin said. She was determined to not look at Bee.

Bee grinned. "Great. I haven't lost my touch after all. It's my greatest skill to annoy people."

“C’est tellement stupide.” Quin muttered under her breath in French. She rolled her eyes.

Salem turned their eyes to Bee. "I'm pretty sure I'm better at that actually."

“If this is all you’ve got, you need lessons.” Quin told Bee.

Bee rolled her eyes. "Oh, please. You need help. Severe mental help, actually. Both of you."

“And what have I done to make you think that? I’ve only met you today.” She muttered more French under her breath, “Agaçant.”

She tilted her head. "Well, normal people don't go around talking in a language that sounds like you're gargling mud and normal people don't show off that they're a prefect."

Salem groaned. "Please, girls, neither of you will win this incredibly boring contest. Give it up will you?"

“And what’s the point in being normal? Also…it’s French. You just insulted an entire country,” Quin smiled sweetly.

“Sure.” Quin shrugged and looked at Salem, striding away from Bee, tossing her hair in an annoying way.

Bee glanced at her. "So that's what you were saying. Honestly, I don't really care about the France people. Or about what you think about our 'contest'." She glared at Salem and Quin.

Quin didn’t answer, just kept walking. She had a sad look about her, her shoulders fell, and you could just quite catch her face falling as she rounded a corner, around a shelf, and didn’t come out from behind it.

Bronte grimaced. Oof. She just hurt the perfect prefect's feelings. "Hey, Perfect, come out."

Salem looked back at Bee as Quin turned the corner. "You're even better at making enemies than me. I'm impressed."

Bee shrugged. "I mean, I have been in fourteen fights since the beginning of the school year. That's probably the reason I keep being sent to detention and the hospital wing. Oh, and the pranks."

Quin didn’t come out, but you could hear very rapid French very quietly coming from the area.

Bronte sighed. Not with the mud language again. "Come on. If I steal your badge, will you come out?"

Quin emerges. There is no trace of tears or anything. Her face is placid.
“You can add another detention to your schedule,” She mutters, grinning a bit.

Bee grinned. "Great, something to do with my time. Fist bump?" She held out her fist.

Salem winced. "Detentions are getting handed out? That's my que to leave. I'll see you two around." They grinned and started towards the exit.

“We are literally polar opposites.” Quin ignores the fist but is grinning anyway. She looks at Salem.

"Whoa, wait up. I can't be here alone with Perfect," she yells at Salem's back, earning a glare from the librarian.

“Oh, be quiet. What house are you in? And year?” Quin says, leaning against the shelf, cracking open another book.

Salem turned back and shrugged. "Sorry. Unlike you, I'm smart enough to avoid angering anyone who can punish me. Have fun." They resumed walking.

"I'm a Gryffindor fourth year," Bee said, blowing another bubble. "And you're... Quint?"

Bee waved at their back. "See you."

Quin gives Salem a thumbs up as they leave.

“Quin Jornee. Ravenclaw fifth year.”

"Right, it's Quin. I'm Bronte Tucker. But you can call me Bee." She held her hand out.

Quin shook it. “Alright. Maybe I’ll let you off on that detention. You could do something useful instead,” she joked.