I must become a lion hearted girl, ready for fight before I make the final sacrifice. Here I am, a rabbit hearted girl, frozen in the headlights. It seems I've made the final sacrifice.
This comment riled Enjolras up as much as the girl evidently was; here was proof of why he disliked the Sorting system so! He may be a Slytherin, but the witch acted as though all of his House had no morals.
”I only said what was true— you act as though I’ve been making up lies about you!”
His blue eyes wide and angry, the blond stepped smartly away from where the girl stood.
“You’re overreacting now.”
Overreacting?
Oh, her feelings had only been hurt– but clearly it was not a big deal to him.
She shook her head at him in disbelief, completely bewilded by the way he was acting. She may not be an expert in friendships, but talking about those that were supposed to be your friends behind their backs was not in the handbook. Her arms folded over her chest as an attempt to show that she was guarded, though in actuality, it was too late to keep any threats out as she had already been hurt.