So Cora had been heading from the library to somewhere more secluded in the castle where she could curl up and read, it was still a bit too cold to hole up outside. At least that had been the plan. Currently her books were discarded on the floor, and she had pinned some asshole against the wall.
She really was not in the mood for dealing with shit from other people today. Or most days, to be honest. But she had already been in a poor mood before she had passed the asshole that had made a derogatory comment, and her temper had flown off the handle. Punching and shoving people into walls did make her feel a little bit better about everything. Even if only momentarily.
A walk on the ground was always a good way to clear her head before lessons or marking essays. Even though the weather still hadn't warmed up any, Kassi didn't mind being out on the grounds for a length of time. Sometimes it was probably the only way she made it through her day without murdering no less than five teenagers.
Finally having had enough of the cold, the woman headed back inside, stamping the snow off her boots in the entrance before heading up the stairs. As she moved through the winding corridors of the school, she happened upon two students. "I'm not sure it's physically possible to push someone through a wall, Miss Roswell," she said as she came upon the pair. Her tone wasn't angry or even reprimanding. She was actually quite calm.
Cora had not heard the footsteps of the person approaching, and so the voice made her jump a little. Still pinning the person, her eyes flickered to the professor warily. Tensing, her fingers curled in the material of the robes of the asshole she'd shoved against the wall.
She released him, a little roughly so that he banged against the wall again, but she released him all the same. The tone in the professor's voice confused her a little, but continuing to harm the other student was very likely to just get her into more trouble. Her heart was beating loudly in her ears, her anger still making her hands curl into fists, but she dropped them to her side. "I can try," she muttered.
Admittedly, it was sort of in the job description to reprimand students when they were violent towards each other, but Kassiopeia held little interest in doing so. Her own school years were still fresh enough in her mind that she knew sometimes it was unavoidable in order to protect yourself. She also knew enough about Cora Roswell to know that that was probably the case.
"I suppose there's a spell for doing so," she mused at the girl's comment. Not that she knew anything about actually sticking people in walls. That would be absurd. "Walk with me," she requested, though it was the sort of request that couldn't be refused. "We need to have a chat."
There was probably a spell for that. There was a spell for everything. Because why do things the normal way if you could do everything by magic? And maybe hexing the person would have been more effective, but it was nowhere near as satisfying as using her fists.
Cora eyed the professor. This wasn't going to end well. Things that involved needing chats and walks usually did not. "Yes, professor," she said, because there was nothing else to do but oblige. Her eyes flickered back to the person leaning against the wall, and she gave a small scowl, before moving over to the professor, fists still curled ready to fight.
Once she'd gotten the confirmation from Roswell, Kassi's eyes moved to the other student on the wall. "I suggest you make yourself scarce," she said with a much sharper tone now, watching as the student nearly tripped in their attempt to hurry off. She made a note to get them in her office later for a very long talk, but for now Roswell was the student that required her attention.
Setting off down the corridor, she expected the girl to follow behind, glancing to the side to be sure of this only once. "What was it they did to provoke your anger?" she asked.
Grudgingly Cora followed as she set off. This was not going to end well. And she was not looking forward to it. She kept her eyes on the professor, watching her cautiously. "Called me a mudblood," she muttered. "Amongst other things." They were never particularly creative, but it made her blood boil all the same. Maybe if she punched them in the face, they'd f) think better of it.
As she received her answer, Kassiopeia sighed. There had been a part of her that had assumed it before she'd even gotten it and she was disappointed to find that her assumption was correct. After two wars, she had almost hoped people would stop being the way they were, but she'd been more naive than anything in that. "Other things like what?" she asked calmly. From the beginning she'd had no intention of punishing the girl in any way. Now she just had to convey that to Cora.
was the professor actually going to make her say the things? As though it wasn't bad enough to hear them, now she had to repeat them. She looked ahead as she spoke. "That I don't belong here, that people don't want me here," she gave a slight shrug of her shoulders. It still wasn't new taunts but it made her mad regardless. Want her or not, she had every right to be here.
She had to tread carefully here. The girl was already on edge from her encounter. Kassi wasn't even sure why she cared so much right now. Perhaps it was because she saw herself in the girl in a way. Because she stood in those shoes at that age. "As you grow older, you'll realize that those people don't mean anything and that those words are just words." That didn't erase their sting when they were fresh, but after hearing them so many times they lost their edge. "You'll realize that you have power over them and over yourself."
As the professor spoke, Cora eyed her suspiciously. "What power would I have over them?" She had none. Well. She was a prefect, but that was a faux power more than it was anything else. It didn't change that she was seen as lesser than them, or change the ways that they treated her. Maybe they were a little more careful sometimes, but it didn't stop it.
"If you're willing to reach out and take it, you have the power to destroy them," she said simply. It was likely not something she should be encouraging of a student, but she had spent too much time in the shoes Cora now filled. She would be damned before she stood back and let someone else spend the rest of their life dealing with it the way she had.
Frowning, Cora glanced at her professor. She couldn't deny that it was a tempting thought, after all the pain and grief they'd put her through... as satisfying as knocking people into walls could be. It did have its downsides. "How?" she asked.
Kassi was quiet for a moment, contemplating how to go about doing this. "You learn their weaknesses. You learn what hurts them the most or what scares them. And then you use that. You use that to strip away any power they thought they had." She most definitely shouldn't be telling these things to a student. She was meant to discourage things like this, but she had too much rage inside of her still to just sit back.
Still frowning, Cora chewed on her lip thoughtfully. That... made sense. "Okay," she said with a nod. That was something to keep in mind. Something that she could work towards. She was tired of people having power over her, if she could turn the tables... that was something she could get behind. "I can do that."