Running

Bronwen's P.O.V

I was running. Like usual. Running from people chasing me. Like usual. This time, it was Marcus Flint and his gang. I had a lot of practise in running, running was my thing. People always chased me. They didn't like me. Thought I was a freak. Of course, I know why now... I'm a Witch. A Muggleborn. My parents are Muggles. I was first chased around by the class after I set Simon's pencil on fire. They chased me all breaktime, the teachers thought they were playing. They weren't. They called out threats as they chased me, and after that, they ignored me for weeks. They thought I was a pyromaniac. Not good. Anyway, I was running. Want to know why? I'm gonna tell you anyway...

My Flashback

I walked into a compartment and found three boys chatting. There was a seat for another. 'Can I sit here?' I asked, perfectly civilised I tell you!

'Name and Blood-Status.' the leader replied.

'Bronwen Kelly' I told him. You see, I have an Irish name. I'm Irish. I'm from Ireland. Crossmolina, North Mayo, to be precise. Well, my last name is Irish. My first name's Welsh. Look up the meaning if you want, I haven't bothered... I like people calling me Bronnie. I don't mind if people call me Bronwen. As long as they don't call me Brownie. Heck, the first person, and the last, to call me that, mysteriously got his pencilcase filled with spiders! Curious? Or not. Yes, of course it was me! I don't have a problem with spiders. Not like other girls who squeal at the site of one. Those people are idiots. There's nothing wrong with spiders! They can't help having eight legs! It's not their fault! Geez! Aaaaanyway... Back to my flashback!

'Blood-Status?' he said impatiently.

'Um, before I tell you that, your name?' I said, raising my eyebrows.

'Marcus Flint. Blood-Status?' he sighed.

'What's a Blood-Status?' I asked. How was I meant to know, my parents were Muggles!

He sighed. 'Are your parents magical?' he said in a 'DUH!' tone.

'No.' I said plainly.

He looked at his friends. 'We got ourselves a Mudblood!' he grinned evily.

'Excellent!' his friends laughed.

'Well, this is the perfect chance to try out our wands, agreed?' The boys nodded. I got the gist of the situation, and ran for it.

End of Flashback

And so here I am. Running. I can hear them yelling behind me. I could feel my long brown hair flowing freely behind me. I have pretty long hair. It goes down to my waist. I love it like that. I heard them getting closer and felt myself driven to run faster. As my energy flow into my feet, I felt his hand grasp the collar of my T-Shirt. 'Ach!' I choked. He turned me around.

'How dare you run, you filthy Mudblood!' he snarled. I looked up at him, no fear leaving my eyes. I wasn't going to let him get to me. He raised his wand. 'Petrificus Totalus!' he yelled. As it was about to hit me I saw a red blur jump in front of me. I saw Flint and his friends run and I looked at myself. Why wasn't I hurt? I looked at the ground. There was a boy. A red-headed boy. He was stiff. I knelt down and pulled him into a corner. He had taken the curse for me! I pulled him into a hug, letting the tears flow from my eyes. Flint had killed him!