Wizardry and witchcraft... With a pinch of muggle [HIATUS]

It was a normal day.
Well, as normal as it could be in a school of witchcraft and wizardry, of course.
The birds were singing, the flowers were blooming, and in days like these, the courtyard was always full of teens.
That was about to change.

A very unfortunate blood purist decided to mess with the wrong Hufflepuff.
And Rachel, a very tired fourth year muggleborn, was having none of it.

She walked around the courtyard, having nothing in particular to do, but a destination in mind.
That was when it started.
"Hey look, what is that?" A kid called.
"It's just a pile of mud, Luke, see?" Another one replied.
Rachel clenched her fists, before relaxing them with a deep exhale, and kept walking.
𝘕𝘰𝘵 𝘵𝘰𝘥𝘢𝘺, she thought. She was 𝘯𝘰𝘵 going to do this today.

Sadly, the direction she wanted to go was through the two idiots. So, very grudgingly, she started to walk towards them.
"I think it's a mud monster, Kelly! Look, it's coming in our direction!" Luke said.
"Ew, it's gonna get our clothes full of mud!" Kelly squeaked.
𝘑𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘱𝘢𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮, Rachel thought. 𝘑𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘥𝘰 𝘪𝘵.

When she got close, however, Luke decided to go a step forward.
He pushed Rachel, making her stumble backwards and almost fall down to the ground. Her bag fell down with a thud, and ripped open.
"What the hell, Luke!" Rachel cried out loud.
Everyone around them went silent. For the first time in the Hogwarts courtyard, (okay, maybe not the 𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘴𝘵 time) everyone was quiet.

"Ah, no need to worry, Kelly." He said. "It's not a monster. Just a filthy mudblood."
Rachel clenched her fists once more, eyes flashing with repressed anger.
"Yeah. You heard that, didn't you?" Kelly snickered.
"A filthy mudblood, that's what you are." Luke sneered. "One that makes things dirty just by touching them. A filthy mudblood that doesn't deserve a place here."

Rachel had an idea.
Out of seemingly nowhere, she stomped her feet on the ground twice. And then, clapped her left hand onto her leg.
𝘚𝘵𝘰𝘮𝘱 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘮𝘱 𝘤𝘭𝘢𝘱
She did it again.
𝘚𝘵𝘰𝘮𝘱 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘮𝘱 𝘤𝘭𝘢𝘱
And again.
𝘚𝘵𝘰𝘮𝘱 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘮𝘱 𝘤𝘭𝘢𝘱

Another kid joined in. And another, and another.
Soon, at least one quarter of the courtyard, from different houses, different ages, were all stomping and clapping to the rhythm.

Luke looked absolutely horrified out of his mind. What was going through his head, no one could really tell.
Kelly was already long gone, lost into the crowd, escaping and leaving Luke behind as soon as possible when the stomping started.
Luke was not so lucky.

Rachel smirked and stopped, but everyone around kept going.
𝘚𝘵𝘰𝘮𝘱 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘮𝘱 𝘤𝘭𝘢𝘱
She slowly inched closer to Luke.
𝘚𝘵𝘰𝘮𝘱 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘮𝘱 𝘤𝘭𝘢𝘱
She licked her hand.

And above all of the stomping, above all of the clapping, a slap echoed through the yard as Rachel's hand met Luke's cheek.

𝘚𝘵𝘰𝘮𝘱 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘮𝘱 𝘤𝘭𝘢𝘱
𝘚𝘵𝘰𝘮𝘱 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘮𝘱 𝘤𝘭𝘢𝘱

"𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘨𝘰𝘵 𝘮𝘶𝘥 𝘰𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘦!" Rachel yelled. "𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘣𝘪𝘨 𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘨𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘦!"

The kids started getting closer and closer, around both Rachel and Luke in a large circle that got smaller and smaller by second.
Luke's eyes danced all over the place, widened, trying to find an escape.

"𝘚𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘣𝘰𝘥𝘺 𝘣𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘱𝘶𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘦!"

And a roar exploded. Dozens of voices, of all genders, ages and houses, united in one.

"𝘞𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭, 𝘸𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘳𝘰𝘤𝘬 𝘺𝘰𝘶!"

𝘊𝘭𝘢𝘱, 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘮𝘱 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘮𝘱 𝘤𝘭𝘢𝘱

"𝘞𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭, 𝘸𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘳𝘰𝘤𝘬 𝘺𝘰𝘶!"

𝘊𝘭𝘢𝘱, 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘮𝘱 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘮𝘱 𝘤𝘭𝘢𝘱

Luke stumbled and hurried away, pushing multiple people to be able to get out of the circle.

And the courtyard went quiet.
No one said a thing, no one made one noise.

Nobody was sure what really happened at that moment.
But they all knew that from that day onward, something changed.
Something like quiet agreement, a silent oath.

No matter your age, no matter what house you're in, no matter who you are.

Muggleborns got each other's backs.