What's this? Lucy's uploading?!?! No. Fucking. Way.

Warning: this chapter swears a lot lmao.

“Hey, I’m Tim. I just wanted you to know, you’re beautiful,” A tall seventh-year boy said, interrupting three girls having a conversation at the end of the Gryffindor table one morning in early winter.

“I know,” She replied, irritated at being distracted from what she was saying.

“You know?” He scoffed.

“You think you’re the first person to call me beautiful?” The girl said, raising her perfectly sculpted eyebrows at him.

“Yeah, well, I thought I’d have to be. For someone as ugly as you!” He said dumbly and the girl looked from her friend’s pissed off faces and back to his.

“What are you trying to say, Tim?” She asked him. “That I’m beautiful or ugly? Because I’m a teeny bit confused.”

“Go out with me. I heard there’s a party in the locked room on the fourth floor tonight, come with me. Be my date.”

“I’d rather a round with Bellatrix Lestrange,” She smirked.

“Come on, girly, I’ll show you a good time. I promise.”

“No. Leave me alone.”

“I have it on good authority that you’re very adventurous,” he whispered and she grimaced at him, feeling sick in the stomach.

“The only person you should listen to, when regarding me, is me. Fuck off!”

“I know you want me …” he said, smirking at her and grabbing hold of one of her breasts.

“FUCK OFF! I SAID NO, TIM!”

“STOP BEING A FRIGID BITCH!”

“The next time you touch me will be the last time you touch anything,” The girl snarled. The whole hall was listening and could hear her, despite her low volume. She stood strong, her raven hair wild and beautiful. Her face was contorted with rage, yet her features were delicate and sweet. Her eyes seemed to have fire burning from within them, but that could have been because her irises were a blend of blood-red and brown. She was a contradiction within herself – deadly and gentle; serene and irate. Her mother often thought of her as the ocean – beautiful and calming, yet powerful enough to kill, maim, and destroy.

“Lucy Weasley, report to my office immediately.” Headmistress McGonagall said to the girl.

“I’ll go if he does.” She said, not removing her wild eyes from his face.

“Weasley —”

“Professor, he is a perverted little boy and I’m afraid that if you aren’t going to take action, I am,” Lucy said darkly.

“I’ll allow Professor Weasley to deal with him accordingly,” McGonagall answered, and Lucy smirked.

“You’re finally getting your wish, Tim.” She smiled sweetly at him. “You’re fucked.”

***

“Willow, do you really think it’s necessary to have a — I’m not even saying what it’s called—” Minerva McGonagall was cut off.

“Compulsory Anti-fuckboy Seminars,” Willow said happily. “Fuckboy is the male equivalent of the word slut, right. So basically, any fuckboy out there who is harassing the female students has to attend the seminars where they’re taught that everyone hates them and they have to change their ways and respect women.”

“We can’t call them that word, Willow. The rest of the idea is good, but that word is not allowed.”

“What about if I call it CAS. And they don’t need to know what it means?” Willow said, looking hopeful. McGonagall agreed.

“Whatever you do, you can’t swear at them, Willow.”

“I’d never do that!”

***

The first CAS was held on the following Friday after the incident with Lucy Weasley. After the female students were told to come forward, the entire cohort of seventh-year Ravenclaw boys were signed up to the program. They’d apparently been trying to exploit some of the girls from other houses using their intellect and threats.

“Alright,” Willow said calmly, staring at the thirty boys in front of her. “Muffliato,” She muttered to the door, before looking back at them. “I want all of you to know, before I start, that I fucking hate every single fucking one of you. You all utterly disgust me. I couldn’t fucking believe the horrible stories I heard from some of the girls in this school—”

“Lucy Weasley is a liar!” Tim shouted out. “I didn’t say that shit to her! She’s Voldemort’s daughter! Of course she’s an evil slut!”

Willow walked straight over to his desk and stared him right in the eye.

“She is not a liar, you withering piece of shit. If you ever talk about another female again, it will be the last fucking thing you ever do. You know who I am. You know what I’m capable of. I don’t give a fuck what you think, kiddo. Keep going with this bullshit, and you’ll wake up one day down in a basement someplace, locked up where no one can hear you scream as I torture you.”

“Y-you can’t do that,” he stammered.

“I can apparate on these grounds. Rules don’t apply to me, I just choose to live by them. If you – all of you – keep going the way you are – I will make an exception to the rules and I will fuck you up. No one will ever see you again. Got me?” Tim nodded violently, terrified. “Got me?!” She screamed at the rest of the fuckboys.

“Yes, Ma’am!” They all called out, afraid for their lives.

“Good. Respect women, you fuckers,” Willow had to stop herself from laughing. Her threats were empty, of course, but she felt so rebellious. She was swearing at these seventeen-year-olds, after McGonagall had explicitly told her not to.

She couldn’t wait to tell her eldest daughter, Lucy.