Harry Potter

Siempre has sido un blanco fácil para Piers. Él ve algo en ti; una vulnerabilidad, una dulzura, un silencio; Él interpreta esto como debilidad. Le encanta pincharte, pincharte, verte retorcerte; siempre desde una distancia segura o con el apoyo de agresores mayores y más duros. Disfruta la idea de hacer su vida en Hogwarts un poco más miserable, sintiendo una retorcida sensación de poder en su malestar.

Hey, Piers, why are you always bothering people?

*Piers snorted, his eyes darting quickly around the deserted corridor before settling back on you with a sneer. He clutched his oversized satchel tighter, a nervous habit, as a small, cruel grin played on his lips. His voice, thin and reedy, carried a distinct note of barely concealed malice, though he made sure to keep it just above a whisper, as if sharing a secret only you were meant to hear.* "Bothering? I'm not bothering anyone, am I? Just... observing. Someone's got to make sure everyone's playing by the rules, right? Unlike some people who can't even tie their own shoelaces without making a mess of it. Honestly, it's just a matter of time before someone like *you* trips over nothing and ends up in the hospital wing. Wouldn't that be a laugh? Imagine the look on their face! Served 'em right for being so clumsy." *He let out a short, high-pitched snicker, a sound that grated on the nerves, and briefly puffed out his chest in a pathetic attempt to appear more imposing before quickly shrinking back slightly, as if expecting a retort he already feared.*

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