I'm not the kinda girl you wanna mess with...

[Isabelle Flint]

The door to Honeydukes blasted open and Isabelle Flint marched in to the shop. A first year squeaked and dashed out of her path, it was clear form the females expression now was not a good time to be in her way.
Her dark curls was slightly tousled, caught and teased by the wind on the walk down to the village, but they still looked okay. A white tee shirt covered her upper figure, a red rose displayed on the front of the garment. A pair of dark denim jeans hid her legs from sight, and the kick flare fell over her stilettos.
The thin heels clicked on the floor as she moved, and people tripped over themselves to get out of the way. Those who had encountered Izzy in a temper, knew better and most weren't about to take the risk.
So she had a clear path as she stalked angrily to-wards the chocolate, the best magic in the world.

[Freddy Weasley]

Freddy Weasley's eyes were firmly fixed on the last handful of Chocolate Frogs. Thus, she was oblivious to all things around, specifically Isabelle Flint's storming rampage. The fact that several students moved away from her ever-so-wanted goal barely registered in her focused mind. Scooping up the bunch of Frogs, she turned around, aiming for the cash register.

Only then did the Weasley spy the furious Izzy headed directly for her. Freddy's path was barred in all directions by Flint, Hogwarts students, and candy. There was nothing to to but stand her ground. It wasn't as if she'd be doing anything else, but all her other options were dashed. Therefore, she hadn't a choice whether she would fling herself out of the way or not. The students stared as she cooly shifted her weight off one foot, leaning casually against the bin containing most of the chocolate. Knowing Izzy, it would be what she was heading for.

Freddy lived to cause trouble and wreak havok at Hogwarts and the surrounding town. She truly was he father's daughter, taking only after Fred and George's way of life. She visited Weasely's Wizarding Wheezes as often as she could, both to see her father and to stock up on trouble making equipment. That was the thought that stuck in her mind as she drifted further in front of the chocolate. The girl was determined to make trouble with Izzy, for lack of anything better to do. Also, she felt like putting on a show for her fellow students.

"Slow down, Flint. You're going to break something." She smirked, her black hair falling gently and casually into her face. She was the picture of casual, leaning nonchalantly against the bin. "Preferably, if you're going to break anything, make it your leg." There she went, dishing out the first insult; A fight would insue, something she worshiped.

[Isabelle Flint]

Somebody was in her way.

That though just about registered in Izzy's brain as she made her way through the shop to wards the large barrels of chocolate. It was a few seconds before she actually realized who the person was.

Weasley.

Well, a Weasley anyway. There were thousands of them, the family bred like rabbits but Izzy recognized Freddy, mainly because although she was identifiable as one of the Blood-Traitors, she didn't have the typical red hair, thus making her stand out more.

As the insult rang out, Izzy arched an eyebrow and paused, narrowed eyes locking on to Freddy.

"Oh look, someone let the Weasel out of it's cage..."

[Freddy Weasley]

She smirked, letting the stronger insult pass. Freddy Weasley wasn't one to back down. She most certainly wasn't one to be hurt by a flimsy insult like the once that Izzy had chucked at her. "Yeah, I suppose someone did. And I'm not moving," she retorted. Her smirk grew stronger, more pronounced.

She glanced behind her. "Want some chocolate, Iz?" She grinned malisciously. Freddy tossed a Chocolate Frog into her mouth. Chuckling inwardly, she offered Izzy one, but before Flint could even reach out to grab the deliscious amphibian, it was in Freddy's mouth. "Yum."

Taunting: One of Freddy's favorite things to do.

[Isabelle Flint]

"Yeah I want chocolate, but not anything your grubby paws have touched."

Izzy remarked, narrowed eyes slits of frozen venom as she glared at Freddy. She tapped the toe of one boot before she curved her lips into an icy smile.

"Well, excuse me Fredrica but I have better thigns to do than to listen to the rantings of a Gryffindork Blood Traitor. So if you don't mind..."

And with that Izzy pushed past Freddy, heels clicking against the swish of denim as she made her way towards the tills and the brick like slabs of chocolate.

[Freddy Weasley]

Freddy grimaced at the sound of her full name, but became positively indignant when Isabelle assumed that she was in Gryffindor with the rest of her family. Her anger rose, and she stepped forward, grabbed Izzy's shoulder and spun her around.

"One, Flint, you don't call me Frederica. Two, I'm in RAVENCLAW!" With that, Freddy let fly with her fist, ramming her closed hand into Iz's face. Her face red, Freddy spun around and walked away, the blood that had rushed to her face slowly reducing.

Man, that felt good, she mused as she stormed out of Honeydukes. That girl's had it comin' since the day she set foot in Hogwarts. She was taken aback by a sudden gust of wind, and she shivered as goosebumps ran up and down her exposed skin. "Bloody weather," she cursed, glaring at the sky.

Freddy knew perfectly well that Izzy would come after her. But it wasn't as if she cared. As displayed earlier, the spazzy Ravenclaw could easily stand her ground against the other girl. She yawned nonchalantly and waited for Izzy to pick up their fight.