Greta and Otome Get Into Fights. A Lot.

Greta Lovinski was not really a great wizard. She was adventurous and brave (if you counted her nearly suicidal missions to screw with other houses as 'brave'). She was a force to be reckoned with, but overall, just another student who liked to cause trouble for others.

However, what did set her apart was that, despite her tenacity for trouble making, she was in the most noble of the four houses; a Gryffindor to the core. Well, except, she was kind of a huge pain in the ass, and even Slytherin's were glad their house didn't have to deal with that.

While Ravenclaw's were not her first target typically, they were booky nerds, which merited a picking on in itself. One of her favorites was the feisty Otome Drago. A weirdly mixed student, who, despite being fairly powerful, usually got so angry, she'd fight with her little hands.

Greta liked her; she was small and cute, compared to Greta.

"Otomee~~" She had been following her for a few minutes now, wanting to ambush her before they made it to the dorms.

The girl turned on her heel, glaring ferociously at the larger girl.

"What in the bloody hell do you want?" she snapped. "All you ever do is follow me and try to take my things--don't you ever fucking learn?! I will kill you the next time I get my hands on you!" She stomped her foot, though it wasn't very intimidating.

"I am trying to study--if my grades slip, I swear your stupid block-headed Gryffindor blood is gonna run through these halls, you hear?!"

"Oh, well, in that case, I'll just keep all of the galleons I had saved up to give back to you. You know, as a token of how sorry I am!" She pouted, crossing her arms over her massive chest. "Well, guess what? Fine! Maybe I'll just go and pick on some stupid Slytherins, instead! At least they appreciate when I apologize."

None of that made any sense, mainly because it was a plan Greta made up on the spot. She was never really great about sticking to plans, though.

Otome crossed her arms, scowling. Then her posture relaxed slightly and she pushed her glasses up on her nose.

"...Fine," she said, holding out her hand. "Pay up and I'll let you go without roughing you up first."

Oh, wait, here's the (shocking?) catch! Greta didn't even have the money. She was just talking from her ass. Like usual.

"...oh. Uhm. Look, there's Snape!" She screeched, pointing to somewhere behind Otome. She prayed it worked, then she could get the hell out of there before either of them realized the embarrassing mistake!!

"Snape smells like the damp and this hall smells like parchment," she quipped, unimpressed. "Nice try.

"So, I guess I have to beat your face in now?" She cracked her knuckles. "Come to think of it, maybe I should just hex you...don't you think that'd be smarter? I can give you some nice huge boils to keep all the boys away until you pay me."

"Ha! I don't even like boys, they're ugly and none of them can beat me in arm wrestling, anyway!"

Wow, Greta, bet none of them can beat you because you're at a school for wizards and not BODYBUILDERS, WOMAN.

She crossed her arms. "I'll beat your stupid, ugly face in before you can even hex me, you dumb Ravenclaw!!"

"I'll beat your face in before you can reach my face, you ignoramus of a Gryffindor!" she screeched, incensed. For a moment she completely forgot about the wand stowed in her robes.

"I will tear out your ugly ginger hair! I have bigger fish to fry than you, you know--some stupid fucking Slytherins won't leave me alone this week!"

"How dare you insult my hair, you stupid --" She paused suddenly. "Wait a second, Slytherins are picking on you!? That's my job, they aren't allowed, you better tell me their stupid name so I can be sure to give them twice the beating!!"

She narrowed her eyes. How dare they Slytherins pick on her prey!!

"They keep on bugging me whenever I try to read out in Hogsmeade," she explained, scowling. "It's annoying as hell--I can't stand it, so I'm going to teach them a thing or two." She clenched her fists.

"I'll do it!!" she offered. "I bet they lost to me when I challenged all the Slytherins to arm wrestling, I can beat them really easily!!"

She giggled at the thought. "There, that's my payment to you! Now we're totally even!!"

"What if they come back?" she demanded. "What then?"

"I'll beat them up again!!" She insisted. "They totally deserve it, those homos."

"...And you won't charge me for it?" she asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Nope! The rest of the times will be on the housssse." She crossed her arms, nodding. "Yeah, they deserve to get their asses kicked."

"...Maybe you aren't an asshole after all, Gryffindor," she said, narrowing her eyes. "I think I can see the start of a mutually lucrative association."

"Yes! Good! We can be friends now, right??" She asked, jumping up and down. "Cool!"

"I never said we were friends," she said, squinting. "If you want to borrow money the answer is always no."

"We're friends!" She replied, pulling Otome into a big hug. "Give your new best friend some sugarrr~~"

"Let me go!" she insisted, struggling ineffectually. "Don't make me mess you up!"

Greta responded by giving her a sloppy, gross kiss on the forehead.

"Friendssss." She pushed her away, prancing around. "Yay! I've never had a friend before!!"

Otome punched her in the jaw.

"Ew! Did you get spit on my forehead?!"

Greta punched her back on instinct. Then, she jumped.

"Oh no!" She screeched. "I'm sorry!! I just kissed you!!"

Otome kicked her in the shin.

"Why'd you hit me, you bitch?!"

"I'M SORRY!!" Screamed Greta, as she reflexively kicked her back.