"They started it," Ruby explained in a tired tone.

Her most recent painting, laying destroyed on the floor, was proof of that. Ruby had been minding her business during an art club meeting when some girls (who had been so friendly to her while Papa had still been Minister) started messing with her. The usual, boring words, something about wolves and her twin. Ruby was tired of those insults, to the point that they were no longer even insulting. The only reason why wands ended up being drawn was that they'd persisted. They'd wanted for Ruby to react. They'd destroyed her painting, which had done nothing to them (not that Ruby or Topaz or werewolves had) and Ruby had hexed one of them.

The Head Boy ended up getting involved and, because he was her housemate too, he now seemed to feel the need to hear her end of the story. Or whatever.

"Honestly, there's no point talking about it, people will keep pestering me until every last werewolf upon this earth is gone. And even then they won't let me forget that my sister is one, as if it's that easy to forget it. Honestly, I don't understand why so many people seem to be under the impression that I'm unaware of my sister's condition." Ruby huffed. She was getting tired, of all of them. She didn't even want to fight anymore. She only wanted to be left the fuck alone to paint her pictures.